<?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-27809172</id><updated>2011-08-02T03:55:23.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXISTENCE .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8923091476064834146</id><published>2009-06-30T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:30:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't update because I tweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8923091476064834146?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8923091476064834146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8923091476064834146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8923091476064834146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8923091476064834146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-update-because-i-tweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1816668644677642522</id><published>2009-06-21T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:56:41.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Capricorn babies thrive on routine and order, which gives them the sense of security they need. They are usually even-tempered and self-contained. Capricorns can be strong-willed and will get what they want by slowly wearing down parental resistance. Young Capricorns tend to prefer older company and they enjoy pretending to be grown-up. Your child will probably prefer to have just one or two close friends rather than being a part of a large group. Capricorns usually love to read and to make things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your child will need to be encouraged to spend time outside in the fresh air, since Capricorns are not usually very enthusiastic about sport or the outdoors. Sometimes they are very serious children who need to be encouraged to relax and play. Capricorns have a good sense of humour but cannot bear to be teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Capricorn child will do well in a secure environment with regular routine and reliable, appreciative parents. Young Capricorns can also lose self-confidence easily despite their maturity. They should be taught how to express their very sensitive inner emotions and how to relax, because Capricorns are natural worriers.&lt;br /&gt;-Birthday Horoscope&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET THAT ! It's true, somehow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1816668644677642522?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1816668644677642522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1816668644677642522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1816668644677642522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1816668644677642522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/capricorn-babies-thrive-on-routine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5806880183763636844</id><published>2009-06-21T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:57:52.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not been updating. Yeah, cos basically, I have got nothing [interesting] to write. I don't want school to reopen, cos I don't want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so follow me on TWITTER[if you have one. If not, read those nonsense that I updated. MUAHAHAHAH. Kay, that's uber lame.] &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/syahirah17/"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;HERE!&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5806880183763636844?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5806880183763636844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5806880183763636844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5806880183763636844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5806880183763636844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-not-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6664867476581880795</id><published>2009-06-17T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:31:09.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Nadja in KL. I don't recognise her maaaaayn. I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I turned back and saw this girl waving and smiling at me. I was like, " HUH ?! Oh, HIIII ! "[A few times already; in Singapore also.] HOMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is in Rome now. And I hate her for that. Can I strangle her ? Okay, I will. When she get back to Singapore[which is like in 5165798 months] and out of the arrival hall, I will go to her and put both my palms on her neck, my fingers grabbing and squeezing the top of her neck tight and started shaking her back and forth. Cool. She's gone to Paris and Rome and she's going to Swiss[I think]! Unfair. Hohoho, Demi Lovato went to Paris too. And she said, "P.S. I saw the Eiffel Tower!!! This city is so romantic, it's killing me &lt;3 haha..." . -Demetria Lovato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening. Like, the people who doesn't talk alot and not close to me last year[maybe cos they hated me, cos I'm a bullshit person. LMAO], started to approach me and started to say 'Hi' to me and waved at my face vigorously[well, maybe not &lt;em&gt;vigorously&lt;/em&gt;]. And also shouted my name from afar and started to &lt;s&gt;say&lt;/s&gt; shout 'Hi' to me. Kay, that's weird. I WANT TO WATCH WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE, SO BYEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6664867476581880795?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6664867476581880795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6664867476581880795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6664867476581880795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6664867476581880795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-saw-nadja-in-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3050580011487979925</id><published>2009-06-09T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:49:42.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, talked to Insyirah on the phone for 1 hour, 5 minutes and 36 seconds. Crapped about lots of stuffs starting from the two guys we usually talked about and their parents and their families to how nice Caucasian's kitchens are to dreams to me giving the scenes and she creating stories from the scenes given to &lt;s&gt;me and TAYLOR LAUTNER&lt;/s&gt; funny stuffs and LOTSLOTSLOTS more things covered in that period of time. Okey, I don't know what to post. (I think) Radiya asked me to update my blog. So, updated. :D (Why do I put that smiley face here anyway ?) OHOH I like Radiya's 'definition' of herself in her blog. HAHA. Coooool. nicenicenice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been boring. I don't want school to open. I can die. I hate school. I hate Tang-erine. LOL . Can't I have holiday forever ? Hmpf ! I want to go around the world &lt;s&gt;saving people from starvation and misery&lt;/s&gt;. I want to fly(and I know I'm talking nonsense here). I guess I should go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3050580011487979925?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3050580011487979925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3050580011487979925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3050580011487979925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3050580011487979925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-talked-to-insyirah-on-phone-for-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2422748043660981124</id><published>2009-06-08T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:24:09.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Si0syR4telI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uQte0kOWNI0/s1600-h/convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Si0syR4telI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uQte0kOWNI0/s320/convo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344977575064992338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2422748043660981124?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2422748043660981124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2422748043660981124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2422748043660981124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2422748043660981124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Si0syR4telI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uQte0kOWNI0/s72-c/convo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6033537760080175592</id><published>2009-06-05T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:36:57.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okey, so had Integrated Humanities programme on these three days, 3rd-5th June . I don't think I absorbed anything though. Yeah, it's a combination of humanities subjects which includes History, Geography and Econs (Economics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned about glaciation, deglaciation, interglaciation&lt;s&gt;, Syahirah-glaciation&lt;/s&gt; and stuffs . Evolution of man, Homo Erectus, Homo Sapien, Homo Sapien Sapien, &lt;s&gt;Homo-sexuality&lt;/s&gt; all that. So Radiya, you ain't homosapien. You're homosapiensapien. Seriously. HEHEH . And then watched Ice Age movie clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Day :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*recalls back*&lt;br /&gt;I forget ah . OHYA ! River civilisations. Need to name rivers of the world in the map given by teacher. And I got &lt;s&gt;just a pen for&lt;/s&gt; a prize for shouting out "PARIS !" . That's the answer to the question. =.= Then when I went up to take my prize, the teacher said "When you get married, go to this city. Very romantic. "&lt;br /&gt;She said to the whole class, FYI. And when I walked back to my seat, Nurania was like, "Whooo, Syahirah. Thinking of what ah ? Know the answer ah."&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I know what she's thinking. In her mind was that I want to go to Paris with &lt;s&gt;Hamizan&lt;/s&gt; TAYLOR LAUTNER (...!!!!!!!) . But yeah, I want to go Paris, but not with them.&lt;br /&gt;And my group, which consists of Nurania, Rina, Sandra, Mavis and me, won the MAMEE food because teacher said our group has the best presentation when we had to present this ancient Egyptian social class thingy. I have no idea why we had the best presentation when our paper is so blank and there is only like, the pyramid-that we drawn- which shows the social class system. She said we won because we have cartoon drawings on it, which is MAVIS'S drawing. HAHA. Cute. And suddenly Mavis burst out saying " I feel like running. " and, uh I forget one more ah. Heeheee . And at the end of the lesson, when we were walking out of the class, Mavis suddenly said (yeah, again) " This class is as enjoyable as eating worms. " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Day :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned about the Malacca thingy. Our group won a prize again, which is MAMEE again. Hmpf ! =.=&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even eat the one we got the day before. Yeah, we won because we are the first group to finish and had full marks. We had to identify what type of maps were the maps given to us and the evidences that shows what type of map it was. Then watched this Hang Tuah show and had to write down our observation. Mavis is a pro AV &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ANDAND I met Tweenayeeeeeeeee(!). It was &lt;s&gt;not so&lt;/s&gt; TOTALLY fantabulous. Sat at the 'dinosaur' playground and ate chips and talked about life. OH MAYN she's forgotten almost everyone in PRPS. Most of the guys la . AIYOYO . Kay, thanks to me for making this a long yet verytheboring post. I shall post pictures of me and Radeeeeeeyoyo next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6033537760080175592?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6033537760080175592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6033537760080175592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6033537760080175592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6033537760080175592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/okey-so-had-integrated-humanities.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7833206132895858482</id><published>2009-06-05T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:52:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE SELENA GOMEZ ! (and yeah, I'm still straight. &lt;s&gt;like a ruler.&lt;/s&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post about what I wanna post later (or next time); I'm being lazy now. I want to sleeeeep. *fell asleep in a BANG* ( Huh ?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7833206132895858482?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7833206132895858482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7833206132895858482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7833206132895858482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7833206132895858482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-selena-gomez-and-yeah-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5252127619704453345</id><published>2009-06-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:07:04.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selena's cute; I agree with Taylor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5252127619704453345?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5252127619704453345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5252127619704453345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5252127619704453345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5252127619704453345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/selenas-cute-i-agree-with-taylor.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7111756221159913208</id><published>2009-06-01T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:50:44.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afifah told me to be jealous of her as she is going to Paris. But I'm not jealous. Yeah, seriously. I don't know why but I'm sooo not jealous. LOL. Might as well I be jealous of some random people out there who is flying off to Paris, right ? But right now, I AM SOOO JEALOUS OF MY COUSIN WHO IS IN PARIS AT THE MOMENT AND SHE JUST SMS-ED ME THIS MORNING AT 3.29AM (SINGAPORE TIME), SAYING THAT SHE WAS AT THE EIFFEL TOWER AND IT WAS SUPERDUPERAWESOMELY BEAUTIFUL ! OHGMYGODDD I WANT TO BE THERE !!! ARGHH ! UNFAIR ! WHATEVER. Oh I could imagine how beautiful it is. GAHH ! AND FURTHERMORE SHE IS GOING FOR A TOUR TO A FEW MORE COUNTRIES IN EUROPE INCLUDING SWITZERLAND and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7111756221159913208?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7111756221159913208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7111756221159913208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7111756221159913208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7111756221159913208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/06/afifah-told-me-to-be-jealous-of-her-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5254138247399777498</id><published>2009-05-28T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:09:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone sms-ed me this. Wait. I shall post our &lt;s&gt;conversation via sms&lt;/s&gt; SMS CONVERSATION !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ME: *Asked her something about school work.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE: Yesh. Ohyeah. I think hamizan quite hot. But please do NOT tell anyone. That doesn't mean I like himm. *smiley face here* hahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: HAHAHA. Okay. YAY you say he's hot. Kay, I'm being merepek. He is hot. But Taylor hotter. What am I talking?! Ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE: Hahaha. Hamizan hot but I think Taylor is very the hot. Hahaha. *smiley face here* He got abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: YA LOR TAYLOR'S VERY THE HOTT ! *melts into a puddle of liquid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE: Hahaha. Cair seyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and blahblahblah*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I didn't post certain things because they're just, not relevant. HEHEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5254138247399777498?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5254138247399777498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5254138247399777498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5254138247399777498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5254138247399777498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-sms-ed-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7214028066655879542</id><published>2009-05-27T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:58:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O'O . Singapore had just confirmed it's first case of Influenza A(H1N1)[Swine Flu]. HEHEH ! Wait. Why am I laughing ? GAHHH ! Everyone in my class was totally mad when they heard this. LOL. And they were like, " Why still got school ? " Ah, whatever. I don't want it to spread because I don't want to get swine flu. But Farzana wanted to get it. MADNESS . Bleah. &lt;s&gt;I want to go to USA to meet Taylor Lautner.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've recovered a little from the HAMIZAN-AFTERSHOCK DISEASE. 'Cause my hand could write, though I still trembled a little and it feels weird while writing. I don't know why in the whole wide world did I have this stupid so-called 'disease' . Ohmyholycrapaholy. Kay, what is that ?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tiara called me and said that I have no taste. Whatthehell ? 'Cause she said that she saw Hamizan and he was not hot at all. Did I even say that he's hot ?! NO ! WHAT HUH ?! She think she got alot of taste ah ? She liked so many guys and said that every guy is hot. What is her freaking problem ?! OH ! And remember Tiara, YOUR DREAM GUY IS SOOOOO MINE ! HEHEHH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7214028066655879542?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7214028066655879542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7214028066655879542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7214028066655879542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7214028066655879542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/oo.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5015440975750776727</id><published>2009-05-27T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:43:31.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiara, your dream guy is sooo mine. SOOO MINE ! NYEHEHEH ! *Evil laughter echoing throughout the world*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I don't know why I posted this. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5015440975750776727?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5015440975750776727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5015440975750776727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5015440975750776727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5015440975750776727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiara-your-dream-guy-is-sooo-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8325170078385179617</id><published>2009-05-26T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:26:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD CAN YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE THIS THAT I SAW HAMIZAN* THIS MORNING AT THE MRT STATION AND I WAS LIKE SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITDOUBLESHITTRIPLESHIT ! I WAS SO SHOCKED THAT I TREMBLED LIKE CRAZY ! WHEN HE WALKED PAST ME I WAS FREAKING SPEECHLESS AND TOTALLY FREAKED OUT ! FURTHERMORE, HE WAS NOT ALONE; HE WAS WITH HIS HOCKEY TEAM. THEN I STARTED SMS-ING AND TELLING THE WHOLE WORLD THAT I SAW HIM !  &lt;s&gt;I NEARLY GOT A HEART ATTACK AND DIE ON THE SPOT !&lt;/s&gt; GOSH ! I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EYES ! WHILE I WAS SMS-ING I TREMBLED LIKE MAD AND BREATHED VIGOROUSLY ! AND IN SCHOOL I HAD DIFFICULTIES WRITING, BY WHICH I MYSELF DO NOT KNOW WHY; PROBABLY BECAUSE I TREMBLED LIKE MAD THIS MORNING, AFTER SEEING THAT MAD PERSON. I'M SERIOUS ! YOU SHOULD SEE HOW THE FREAKING HELL I &lt;s&gt;ACTED&lt;/s&gt; TREMBLED. I WAS SHOCKED LIKE MAD ! I REALLY TREMBLED AND I COULD NOT STOP THAT ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I had the HAMIZAN-AFTERSHOCK DISEASE . It was really crazy I tell you. You should really see how I acted. Damn awkward, plus the trembling part. Really crazy. I've never felt this way before all my life seyh. Wonder why it happens. *ahemahem* And I was alone; that was the worst part. Why was Insyirah not with me ?!?!?! Like, when she reached school then I told her sia. We made a scene. Madmadmadmadmad. Today is a total madness [for the fact that I saw him].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I could not be bothered to write nicknames-like HARPOON, BIMI, HYDROGEN, HAMMY and stuffs-for him in my posts. I don't care already. I give up. I don't care if the whole world knows and say that I like him or whatever. I really don't give a freaking damnshit anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8325170078385179617?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8325170078385179617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8325170078385179617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8325170078385179617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8325170078385179617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygod-can-you-actually-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5423727712237741029</id><published>2009-05-25T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:08:30.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Sometimes&lt;/s&gt; Everytime, I want to be fictional, and live in a fictional world. Well, at least it's muchlotsawholesome more better than being real, and living in a real world. I always think I'm fictional, and living in a fictional world. And do you know that margarine is originally grey in colour. The manufacturer(should be) extracted vitamin As from plants which are rich in them and insert them into the margarine to make it have the bright, yellow colour, by which I do not know why. Imagine you are spreading butter across your toast, and the butter is GREY IN COLOUR ?! That would be, such a disgusting thing and it will make you lose the appetite to eat. It would look as if you were spreading cement on your bread, which is crap. Wait. Why am I talking about margarine ? And what has margarine got to with living in a fictional world, and being fictional. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I am saying is that, I wanted to be fictional and live in a fictional world. Which meant that I don't want to go to school and I hate school a whole damn lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5423727712237741029?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5423727712237741029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5423727712237741029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5423727712237741029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5423727712237741029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-everytime-i-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2676873270999880041</id><published>2009-05-25T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:56:39.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid conversation with Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqjI9ydAvI/AAAAAAAAADo/kOUtWItuZvQ/s1600-h/convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqjI9ydAvI/AAAAAAAAADo/kOUtWItuZvQ/s320/convo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339759682621604594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqiG_xx-JI/AAAAAAAAADg/WmJHEf5YiHA/s1600-h/convo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqiG_xx-JI/AAAAAAAAADg/WmJHEf5YiHA/s320/convo2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758549284288658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Shqg62-7B4I/AAAAAAAAADY/Osyd7S3pd60/s1600-h/convo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Shqg62-7B4I/AAAAAAAAADY/Osyd7S3pd60/s320/convo3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339757241253431170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Shqdi9eBufI/AAAAAAAAADI/0Pnzjcliqd8/s1600-h/convo4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Shqdi9eBufI/AAAAAAAAADI/0Pnzjcliqd8/s320/convo4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753532142762482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqcGuQFnbI/AAAAAAAAADA/w1wKp_bQ2_Y/s1600-h/convo5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqcGuQFnbI/AAAAAAAAADA/w1wKp_bQ2_Y/s320/convo5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339751947509800370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2676873270999880041?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2676873270999880041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2676873270999880041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2676873270999880041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2676873270999880041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-conversation-with-tiara.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShqjI9ydAvI/AAAAAAAAADo/kOUtWItuZvQ/s72-c/convo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1607667512516387544</id><published>2009-05-25T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:24:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home Ec today, cooked with Afifah. I mean, she's my cooking partner for today. Yeah. Cooked kebabs. HEHEH. Afifah is funneh. Plus having me disturbing her and all that stuffs. Whatever. Then during home ec, talked with Tiara about &lt;s&gt;OUR&lt;/s&gt; MY HOT GUY, TUNA(whatthehell ?!?!). She was like, " I have 2 posters on him in my bedroom and I sleep with him every night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became crazy and said, " EH WHATTHEHELL ?!?! GO AND DIE OKAY ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: I LOVE TUNA.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah: YA ! HE'S SO HOTTT !&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: YES ! I don't know that you like him.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah: Tiara, you shall be my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: Don't worry. We can both have him. Just that I could have him more.&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah" ARGHHHH!! But he's got a girlfriend leh.&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: WHO ? SALMON ? WHO CARES ABOUT HER. I wish I can meet TUNA and then he'll become my boyfriend and we'll get married and make babies and-&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah: GO TO HELL LA ! But SALMON is pretty you know !&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: Yeah, she's pretty, but ...&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah: ...what will you do if AFIFAH stole TUNA from you ?&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: I WILL KILL HER ! AFIFAH ! I WANT TO KILL YOU !&lt;br /&gt;Afifah: WHYYY ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: Because you stole TUNA !&lt;br /&gt;Afifah: WHATT ? I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM !&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah: HMMM . Tiara stole my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Afifah: He's not your boyfriend; he's just your idol.&lt;br /&gt;*and blahblahblah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what crap. &lt;s&gt;AMANDA IS OBSESSED WITH ADAM LAMBERT.&lt;/s&gt; HAIYOO ! *ahemahem* We were using their real names when we talked about them. HEHEH ! AFIFAH IS DAMN PRETTY AND CUTE. Kaaay, crap. She looks decent. LOOKS only. Cheyyy. No la ! Actually, she's kind. ACTUALLY only. But she doesn't show that she's kind. Ah, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1607667512516387544?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1607667512516387544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1607667512516387544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1607667512516387544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1607667512516387544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-ec-today-cooked-with-afifah.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6961756972876086871</id><published>2009-05-23T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:22:56.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;SYAHIRAH IS SAVING THE LIFE OF PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD WHO ARE DYING OF HUNGER BY FEEDING THEM AND GIVING THEM FOOD AND DONATING!&lt;/font size=3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6961756972876086871?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6961756972876086871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6961756972876086871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6961756972876086871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6961756972876086871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/syahirah-is-saving-life-of-people-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-752337285737639082</id><published>2009-05-23T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:07:21.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letters from FATIN LIYANA are the best. Once I opened it, I will start laughing. LOL. I saw Hui Fang just now. She's riding a bicycle. And we smiled at each other. This is so random . -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-752337285737639082?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/752337285737639082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=752337285737639082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/752337285737639082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/752337285737639082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/letters-from-fatin-liyana-are-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3150013734378303544</id><published>2009-05-23T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:42:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;TAG REPLIEES !&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;fatin(:&lt;/strong&gt;: HEYYY FATIN ! My muker is so NOT macam Adam kaaaaaay. And I don't want my muker to be like ADAM SI GAY TU ! EEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Elysia&lt;/strong&gt;: I look uglier than you, I am the ugliest okaaaaay ! You look so cute la. YA SHE DAMN PRO I LOVE HER DANCE SO MUCH ! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Nabihah&lt;/strong&gt;: WHAT ONLY ! Merepek ah you. I where got have a great time with RI people ?! They are so crazily retarded I tell you. You will laugh &lt;s&gt;like there's no tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; when you see what they did kaaaay. OMG. Yup, I danced in front of LOTS SUPER DUPER LOTS of people and it was awesome ! But got no VS la. VS never come. HAHA. YA YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF ME. Cheyyy. hahaha. YOU ARE SO TRUE NABIHAH ! Memang I tak boleh tidur. Tapi I tak terbayang-bayang somebody okay ! You got that part wrong ! HEHEHEH ! &lt;s&gt;Prolly I terbayang-bayang my hott guy's face.&lt;/s&gt; YEAH I HAD AN AWESOME TIME AND BYE TOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;!AMANDA&lt;/strong&gt;: YUP, I had an awesome time ! HEHEH. You SHOULD &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; be jealous. HEHEHEH! *Evil laughter echoing throughout the world.* Anw, continue obsessing with your GAY ADAM LAMBERT. LOL.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3150013734378303544?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3150013734378303544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3150013734378303544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3150013734378303544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3150013734378303544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/tag-repliees-to-fatin-heyyy-fatin-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3555880515919390304</id><published>2009-05-22T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:25:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;INTERACT INSTALLATION'S AWESOME !&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school at 6.58pm and reached home at 8.24pm. HAHA. Installation was awesomely awesome ! The seniors are very nice, esp SEC 4s ( I think ). HAHAHA. I love them. They were clapping and cheering damn loud for us, which I don't know why. I love TRIPLE J. &lt;font size=5&gt;J&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;OY&lt;/font size=3&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;J&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;ASLYN&lt;/font size=3&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;J&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;OLENE&lt;/font size=3&gt; LOL. They are damn funny and kind and awesome and everything. Jolene's dance was freaking nice ! She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShayJgtGkvI/AAAAAAAAACg/CdMm83ihyrY/s1600-h/DSC03475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShayJgtGkvI/AAAAAAAAACg/CdMm83ihyrY/s320/DSC03475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338650284761977586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: Jolene, Joy and Jaslyn. TRIPLE J. LOL. Kay, I called them TRIPLE J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of the installation, we have a kind of like... DISCO ! Totally awesomazing ! With the disco lights and all. &lt;s&gt;Be jealous.&lt;/s&gt; During the so-called DISCO, I danced and sang and screamed my heart out and clapped and jumped around ! VERY NICE I TELL YOU. We pulled out the guests and asked them to danced along ! I LOVE ! Then got this two guys, from RI I think, they were like so blur and gonggong and very lame one I tell you. Seriously ! You will laugh your hearts out when you see them. They so childish. Furthermore, they are UPPER SEC ! Can you say, PFFT. The jumped very high like retarded. Then they went to the back and to the microphone place and started to fiddle with it like stoopid people. Then they played kicking like how you see kids played and don't know what somemore. YOU SHOULD SEE MAN ! You will laugh, I guarantee. So funneh. Cannot be described by words. Must see. K,enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm not afraid to perform in front of many people anymore. 'Cause just now when we were going to perform, I didn't feel nervous anymore, like how I used to feel very nervous before, whenever I was going to perform on stage. Furthermore, just now I was performing in the studio. Which meant that we performed right in front of the guests. REALLY VERY RIGHT IN FRONT. Cos in PRPS we performed on stage and it was like far from the audience. And just now I was only worried about my can-be-seen-through interact shirt. Obscene. That's why I very scared to go down and perform. But nvm. I'm right at the back. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, INTERACT INSTALLATION IS SUPAH DUPAH AWESOME ! It's like MORE THAN WORDS. ARGH. I can't say 'coz you really have to see it yourself. Like Insyirah has said, this is the funnest fun of all funs. Uh, what to write somemore ah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Sha0Vk7IyxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Upqbsb_oYwI/s1600-h/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Sha0Vk7IyxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Upqbsb_oYwI/s320/DSC03474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338652691076270866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3555880515919390304?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3555880515919390304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3555880515919390304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3555880515919390304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3555880515919390304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/interact-installations-awesome-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/ShayJgtGkvI/AAAAAAAAACg/CdMm83ihyrY/s72-c/DSC03475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6041061563729485615</id><published>2009-05-21T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:14:18.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaaaaay, I know this is going to be stoopid and crazy and the most retarded-est thing on Earth ever, but &lt;font size=3&gt;HE'S SOOOO HOTTT ! SIZZLING HOTT !&lt;/font size=3&gt; Tooooo hot. Hottest ever. Hotter than the most hottest thing made by man or GOD. HEHEH. (I'm forever not talking about Hamizan [for people who thinks I'm talking about him, like farzana]. And FYI, he ain't hot at all.)  mygodddd. *melts into a puddle of liquid*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6041061563729485615?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6041061563729485615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6041061563729485615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6041061563729485615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6041061563729485615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/okaaaaay-i-know-this-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2260032240299192357</id><published>2009-05-21T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:04:15.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back with Weirdo(Nabihah), Adam-obsessed(Amanda), Kris-obsessed(Tiara), MRT singer(Kimberly Ng) and [sometimes] Emo-er(Peiru). HEHEH ! So, when Tiara, Nabihah and me were at the bus-stop, Tiara kept on saying that she loves Kris Allen so much. Then, Nabihah's classmates came. Tiara told them that she loves Kris even though she did not know them. And one of Nabihah's classmate, Divyata, loves Adam Lambert. So, Tiara and Divyata fought over Kris and Adam with each other, though they did not know who each other. Mad peeeple !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, their conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;PS: D = Divyata, T = Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;T: I LOVE KRIS !&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh. I LOVE ADAM ! Eh hello ?! Kris is married and has a child !&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah I know; he's married to me !&lt;br /&gt;D: OH! So you're MRS. ALLEN ? I'm MRS. LAMBERRRRT !&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh. Hi MRS. LAMBERT.&lt;br /&gt;*and they started fighting over what crap stuffs about Kris and Adam*.&lt;br /&gt;Me/Syahirah: *laughs out loud while saying what I said* Eh you two, what is this ?! Stop fighting la !&lt;br /&gt;D: No one fights with MRS. LAMBERT.&lt;br /&gt;*and they start fighting with each other again*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn funny I tell you. I laughed out loud like mad ! They fought until we reached the MRT station. HAHAHAHA. And I never stopped laughing till then. You should see them fighting LIVE ! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Amanda about their fight. HAHAHA. And Amanda said that I looked like Adam when I smile ?!?!?! WHATTHEHELL ! EEEEWWWWW. And Peiru suddenly burst out into laughter. -.- She's too obsessed with ADAM LAMBERT already luhhh. Sampai cakap I looked like Adam seyyy. What crap is that man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH. I reached my blog. Went in the lift and saw this girl in the lift. She looked like upper sec student, so I thought she was upper sec. But it turned out to be FONGMEIXUAN. Ohmigosssh. She's as tall as the Leaning Tower of Pisa. HAHAHA. I can imagine that; I AM imagining that. It looked so funneh. She looked so like aunty/ama like that. Like orang tua. LOL . JKJK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more things &lt;s&gt;to write&lt;/s&gt; that happened, but I'm either lazy to write or I've forgotten what happened. So, I shall stop here, thought I want to write tons of whole lot more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2260032240299192357?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2260032240299192357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2260032240299192357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2260032240299192357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2260032240299192357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-back-with-weirdonabihah-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3366372533739211243</id><published>2009-05-20T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:39:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;ELYSIA PORELLE!&lt;/font size=4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Kaaaaay, I'm lazy and tired and too sleepy to post the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody reads my blog. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3366372533739211243?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3366372533739211243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3366372533739211243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3366372533739211243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3366372533739211243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/elysia-porelle-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6858509774231163971</id><published>2009-05-19T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:37:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am sorry for hating you. I felt bad. Perhaps, it's all because of what you had done. But after I read the letters you've given to me, I felt bad for hating you. I seriously can't help it 'cause you broke your promise. You said that you wanted our friendship to last forever, but you are the one who started these nonsense first, which lead our friendship to not last long. When I read the letter, it felt like, uh... (Kaaaay, I don't know how to say this).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Why am I being so affectionate ? I don't like that. Okaaay whaaaaat. But look, I'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6858509774231163971?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6858509774231163971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6858509774231163971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6858509774231163971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6858509774231163971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-sorry-for-hating-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5509093566033230334</id><published>2009-05-19T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:28:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLLA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home alone. Because Nabihah's missing. I bet she's searching for me when at the same time, I'm searching for her. LOL. So, saw (awesomepretayesutehot)MARYAMSACH(!) in the train. HAHAHA. She came to me and started saying hi in a tune. Kaaay whaaaaaat. And her friends all followed her to me and started talking, &lt;em&gt;to me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked her, "Why are you here ?! I scared of your friends."&lt;br /&gt;Maryam: " I asked them to come here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's name her friends Friend 1 and Friend 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1: Your primary school friend ah ? HII !(she said it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Maryam: My FIRST primary school _______. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks. I don't think you know, 'cause I myself don't know. Cannot hear properly arh. K, continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah: Your first primary school whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;Maryam: Nothingnothing. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2: *walks towards me with her another friend* Eh, so pretty. *and smiled at me*&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tampines, Friend 1 and Friend 2 got off the train, after saying and waving goodbye to them, including me. And I waved and said bye also lorh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends so friendly ! And furthermore, they are CEDARIANS. That made me jealous. Syahirah is now green with envy, you can say that. Kaaaaaaaay. I don't know what to write somemore. This post is kinda lame. HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5509093566033230334?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5509093566033230334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5509093566033230334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5509093566033230334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5509093566033230334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/holla-i-went-home-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3117241668513796232</id><published>2009-05-17T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:37:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... it's not that I do not want to reply okaaaaaaay. I didn't know. Sorry. When I opened my phone I saw the miss call and sms. So I read. That was the fastest that I could reply. You think I'm like those type of crazy and rude people who do not reply sms-es is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even bother to post when noone even bothers to read my blog ? &lt;br /&gt;( That's a rhetorical question. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3117241668513796232?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3117241668513796232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3117241668513796232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3117241668513796232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3117241668513796232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5341328630222960107</id><published>2009-05-17T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:10:48.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7&gt;I MISS AISYAH A. ALOT MANZXS!&lt;/font size=7&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said Perth Trip with me and Radiya is funn funnnnnn like the sunnnnn ! WOOOHOOO ! I know &lt;s&gt;I'm&lt;/s&gt; we're fun !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5341328630222960107?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5341328630222960107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5341328630222960107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5341328630222960107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5341328630222960107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-aisyah.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4342748059232675501</id><published>2009-05-17T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:36:54.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...and we touched down safely at Charles De Gaulle (without Syahirah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFAIR !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma, go Melbourne with me ? HAHAHZXS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4342748059232675501?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4342748059232675501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4342748059232675501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4342748059232675501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4342748059232675501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5373151660364295318</id><published>2009-05-16T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:35:44.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=8&gt;TO BE&lt;/font size=8&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=10&gt;OUR&lt;/font size=10&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;font size=8&gt;BEST.&lt;/font size=8&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember that. LOVE YOU !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5373151660364295318?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5373151660364295318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5373151660364295318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5373151660364295318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5373151660364295318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-our-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3228996041302345928</id><published>2009-05-15T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:14:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... E-learning officially sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are taken to do some stupid stuffs. Today I woke up early to do stupid e-learning which I don't know how to do and didn't made sense at all. Then tomorrow have to wake up early again, because need to go to Raffles City Convention Centre to receive the MDIS bursary thingy. I am tired. I want to sleep. Whythe&lt;s&gt;heaven&lt;/s&gt;hell should I wake up early. GAHHH ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the MDIS bursary, I'm going to Changi Airport &lt;s&gt;as I'm flying of to Paris and have a tour around Europe&lt;/s&gt; to send my cousin and her mum who is flying off to PARIS and staying there for almost 2 months (plus all the roundabout to Italy, Switzerland and MORE and never ending fun). UNFAIR ! I guess I would have to slip into her luggage or something. HAHAHAZXS. Stupid&lt;s&gt;est&lt;/s&gt; idea. &lt;s&gt;ever&lt;/s&gt; But I WILL do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;GET WELL SOON RADIYA!&lt;/font size=4&gt; Or are you already well, ofter the operashun/surgery ? HAHAHAZXS. I know I'm lame, but at the same time, I'm not. Get that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And swine flu have reached Malaysia. I don't want it to reach Singapore because schools will be closed down and then my June holidays will be taken up to make up for school. I need to hibernate during June holidays. So I cannot go to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to heaven. I WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN ! But I think I won't, even though I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3228996041302345928?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3228996041302345928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3228996041302345928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3228996041302345928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3228996041302345928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5367563479886091907</id><published>2009-05-14T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:12:56.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peiru(is this how you spell your name ? Or is there a space and then start with a capital 'R' for the 'Ru'? I'll just use this spelling aytes, for this post.) said that I'm &lt;font size=3&gt;emo&lt;/font size=3&gt; today. And my jaws hung wide open like, " HUH ?! " When did i emo-ed ? Well, whatever. Peiru, I told you already right, I will try my best not to talk/speak to you. That's why, I think, if that's what you think. Aiyooo Peiru ! Like kangaroo ah you ! ( HUH WHAAAT ?! KANGA ROOOO ? ) &lt;br /&gt;And I think should act like that(what you referred to as 'emo'), later &lt;s&gt;Afifah&lt;/s&gt;(I don't know why I put Afifah's name there, random. But nevermind, cancelled.)everyone got irritated and began to hatehatehate and hate me(once again) forever and ever and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5367563479886091907?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5367563479886091907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5367563479886091907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5367563479886091907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5367563479886091907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/peiruis-this-how-you-spell-your-name-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3163328156910908836</id><published>2009-05-13T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:58:09.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;s&gt;Syahirah&lt;/s&gt; wants me to write letter to her cause she's &lt;s&gt;so obsessed&lt;/s&gt;!" (NUR AFIFAH CHRISTELLE CAMUT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHZXS. She so merepek one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid short post. I want to meet RADIYA again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3163328156910908836?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3163328156910908836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3163328156910908836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3163328156910908836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3163328156910908836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/syahirah-wants-me-to-write-letter-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-955600483831032601</id><published>2009-05-13T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:48:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that people who looked cool on the outside,&lt;em&gt; are actually not cool at all.&lt;/em&gt; *ahemahem* No offence. And people who doesn't look cool on the outside, like they look like nerds or geek, and always study and stuffs like that, are actually damnfreaking cool. OhMyGaaaay. I got inspiration from one of them. HAHAHZXS. And I'm using that inspiration, though not as nice and perfect and humorous like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Do you even understand what the hell of a crap am I blabbering about ? Perhaps only the first few sentences. HEHEHEZXS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-955600483831032601?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/955600483831032601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=955600483831032601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/955600483831032601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/955600483831032601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-realised-that-people-who-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-9120823381431704384</id><published>2009-05-12T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:57:54.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS FOR NUR AFIFAH CHRISTELLE CAMUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY&lt;br /&gt;SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY to the max!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Afifah/Christelle, I'm so very sorry-for telling you the stupid bad dream I had. Don't be sad okaaaaaaaaaay. And don't cry. Wait. Is she even sad ? And is she even crying? HAHAHAZXS. It's not my fault, after all. WHAAAAT ?! I can also die of depression okaaaaaay. You think I'm not shocked is it ? You wouldn't want to know how it looks like. It doesn't look THAT BAD, but it's scary okaaaaaaay. Saya minta maaf banyakbanyak. Okay whaaaat. She must be thinking "What the hell of a crap is this Syahirah talking about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afifah, don't hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-9120823381431704384?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/9120823381431704384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=9120823381431704384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/9120823381431704384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/9120823381431704384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-for-nur-afifah-christelle-camut.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-73197233150115272</id><published>2009-05-12T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:41:51.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like Afifah because she very &lt;s&gt;jahat like babat.&lt;/s&gt; HAHAHA. She said that I am an IDIOT ?!?!?! Oh, whatever. Uh, Radeeyoyo rocks ! No, she ain't rock. She's boulder ! HEHEHEZXS. But actually, Afifah's kind. Wait. I talked about Afifah at first, then I jumped to RADEEYOYO part and then back to Afifah again. Oh well ! I'm tonggang terbalik. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-73197233150115272?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/73197233150115272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=73197233150115272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/73197233150115272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/73197233150115272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-afifah-because-she-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8676806600047499048</id><published>2009-05-10T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:04:55.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people who said that I hate them, when I did not. That makes me hate them-more. Whenever I wrote about someone I hate, the people that I don't hate will say, " You so bad ! You hate me !" or " You hate me, like everyone else !" and more. And they will kept on saying that I hate them. &lt;em&gt;What the hell is wrong with them ?&lt;/em&gt; Ah, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8676806600047499048?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8676806600047499048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8676806600047499048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8676806600047499048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8676806600047499048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-people-who-said-that-i-hate-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1583694922783419835</id><published>2009-05-10T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:02:12.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas Selamat had been captured. LOL. Wanted to post this yesterday, but forgot. So, this case matched the peribahasa &lt;em&gt;sepandai-pandai tupai melompat, akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga.&lt;/em&gt; In this case, it will be &lt;em&gt;sepandai-pandai Mas Selamat bersembunyi, akhirnya dijumpai juga.&lt;/em&gt; WAKAKAKA. Because, all this while, I thought he was dead. And in my mind was, he was dead because he drowned while swimming to Johor. How stupid could that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaay, I don't know what I'm talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1583694922783419835?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1583694922783419835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1583694922783419835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1583694922783419835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1583694922783419835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/mas-selamat-had-been-captured.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5431843493455532857</id><published>2009-05-09T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:12:02.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt; I had a bad dream&lt;/font size=5&gt; yesterday night.  I slept at about 12.20+ am and I am awake after having my dream. I was awakened at about 12.50+ am. So, I knew I haven't slept long. And my dream occured between 12.20+ am and 12.50+ am. OMG. It was baaaaad. I kept thinking about it. And I think that was the only dream that made me wake up, shockly. So, after I was awakened shockly, I was like " Astaghfirullah, Astaghfurullah, Astaghfirullah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scaaaaaaaary. Not about ghost. But, real scaaaaaary. I don't know what it meant, by giving me that dream. OHMYGOSH! I wish it doesn't happen. PLEASE GOD I BEG YOU DON'T LET IT HAPPEN because I will be the first person to jump off the Empire State Building if it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5431843493455532857?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5431843493455532857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5431843493455532857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5431843493455532857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5431843493455532857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-has-bad-dream-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4666029676403889207</id><published>2009-05-09T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:18:12.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've been lying to myself. I told myself and people that I (still) like BIMI. I acted as though I am very happy when I heard his name. I kept exaggerating whenever I say or heard his name. But actually, I don't think I (still) like him. Everytime, I kept asking myself &lt;em&gt;why the hell did I like him (?). &lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Something is wrong with me.&lt;/em&gt; Because I talked and thought about him only when I was in school, when people like &lt;em&gt;Farzana, Amanda and the others who kept on saying his name around me,&lt;/em&gt; teased me about him. But at home, I didn't even think about him &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I like this someone. He's fictional. Okaaaay, you must be thinking that I have to be crazy for liking a person that doesn't exist. But hey ! It's better then liking a real person (like BIMI), right ? [ Ahem ahem, I don't know what nonsense I am blabbering in this whole paragraph. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4666029676403889207?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4666029676403889207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4666029676403889207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4666029676403889207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4666029676403889207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-ive-been-lying-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1039465335057533116</id><published>2009-05-09T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:17:46.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;TAG REPLIES.&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Fifi:)&lt;/strong&gt; : HELLO too ! THANKYOU for visiting and tagging. LOL . WAHHH! You so KIIIIIIND ! Thankyou. CHEYYYY. Okaaaaaay. I will cheer up if you ____________. I don't know what I am saying. Kaaaaaay, I will cheer up if I could go to PERTH or PARIS or LONDON or SWITZERLAND or the places I want to go, with 2008 Perth Trip members(again) plus HAMMY. Wait, I think I don't want HAMMY to go 'cause it will be crappy. Anw, I think I cheered up already(a little) 'cause I get to meet my (awesome&amp;smart) Tweenie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;!AMANDA&lt;/strong&gt;: A MAN, DUH ! HEHEH. Whaaaaattt ? CANNOT INVITE WHAT. Not my fault la. LOL, but actually you can just come into the studio to watch my dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;syirahh&lt;/strong&gt;: APER JER ! I put hammy and dickky 'cause it's funny ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;! farzana&lt;/strong&gt;: HAHAHA. LOL. Merepek, I know. Kayyy, thanks for tagging(when I asked you to) . :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1039465335057533116?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1039465335057533116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1039465335057533116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1039465335057533116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1039465335057533116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/tag-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7783079882999992849</id><published>2009-05-08T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:58:41.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. So, I'm back after meeting my lovely tweenie, the awesome Radidididididididididididididididiya, in front of PRPS. We talked lots of stuffs. It's totally awesome and great and amazing and wonderful. We kept laughing for don't know what (random) reason. Today is awesome to ze core !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7783079882999992849?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7783079882999992849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7783079882999992849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7783079882999992849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7783079882999992849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-861170199384966404</id><published>2009-05-08T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:08:28.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I danced. So funny. Like retard. HAHAHA. Then Yuyan, Mavis, Chloe, Kayde and Caroline went into the studio to see our dance practice. Caroline rocks ! HAH. She's damn funny. &lt;font size=4&gt;CAROLINETANPEIHUI IS DAMN PRETTY AND CUTE.&lt;/font size=4&gt; She was like, " Go Syahirah!" And they were laughing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dance, went home. Then Insyirah was saying, " Hamizan is HAMMY and Adib is A&lt;em&gt;DICK&lt;/em&gt;Y. So what you join HAMMY and A&lt;em&gt;DICK&lt;/em&gt;Y, you will get a ham in a dick. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone laughed. -.- Ya, so lame. Why lame? Because initially, it's lame. Then in bus 17, saw CIKGU ALENA. Then Insyirah was like, " EHHH ! CIKGU ALENAAA !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cikgu smiled and laughed a little and asked, " Tinggal kat Pasir Ris jugak ahk? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Self-praise is international(...?) disgrace. [By YENLINK]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ! I got to go and meet RADIYA my TWEENIE downstairs now ! BYEBYE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-861170199384966404?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/861170199384966404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=861170199384966404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/861170199384966404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/861170199384966404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/crap-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5853650349402394632</id><published>2009-05-07T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:15:51.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;FARZANA HATES ME.&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA HATES ME.&lt;br /&gt;PEIRU HATES ME.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE HATES ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARZANA IGNORED ME.&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA IGNORED ME.&lt;br /&gt;PEIRU IGNORED ME.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IGNORED ME.&lt;/font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hates me. In school, Farzana asked me to go away. She said, " Can you go awaaay ?! " Her tone was not the playplay one nor the cutecute one. It's the serious and angry/pissed off one. And she pushed me away. So, what happens ? Yes, I went away. But I shall not be sad/angry when Tweenie still loves me. But, it could be that she hates me too. But I still shall not be sad/angry when GOD still loves me. But, I think GOD hates me-because I am a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;font size=5&gt; I flunked my maths really badly. I failed, failed, FAILED !&lt;/font size=5&gt; But nevermind, every failure is a step towards success. So, about ten to twenty years later, you will see me as the most successful person- in maths(which I don't want to, because it's stressful)- with no failure at all. LIKE REAL ONLY AH; I don't know what I am talking about when I'm depressed(Whaaaat?!). Oh! And, everything is creativity, even failing maths. OH, how I really hate maths. Why do maths exist? American maths so chicken (I guess). They only took national exams once in the life (I think), which is so nooooot fair ! In Singapore we had to take it when at the age of 12, 16 and 18. Thrice. And they only took one, which was the SATS and the age of 18; the questions are all multiple-choice. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hate something/someone, I will hate everything/everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do you know that you can't breathe when there is no oxygen ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5853650349402394632?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5853650349402394632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5853650349402394632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5853650349402394632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5853650349402394632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/farzana-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-593482159805362106</id><published>2009-05-06T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:47:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;FARZANA IS A BIG BABY !&lt;/font size=3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's damn cute and mute(...?) like a dude. And she created a song for me. For FEEF to sing it to me, she said. Look at the her tag to see the song. O HAMMY song. HAHAHA. Can you say, PFFT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced for dance during Interact. So merepek. &lt;s&gt;like kerepek.&lt;/s&gt; Then Insyirah do freestyle and kept on changing the moves. OMGaaayy. Now whaaat ? I don't know what to write. So I guess I have to say bye and read (awesome) &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;s&gt;or do my (shitty)homework&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-593482159805362106?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/593482159805362106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=593482159805362106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/593482159805362106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/593482159805362106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/farzana-is-big-baby-shes-damn-cute-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4769141201428262046</id><published>2009-05-05T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:05:41.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this poem on PARIS-the city that I've been wanting to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; Paris &lt;br /&gt;A wonderful city &lt;br /&gt;A place for lovers&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;A city to dream wild&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;In that river the boats are moving with lovers inside &lt;br /&gt;Watching that beautiful sky above the river &lt;br /&gt;And the moon from that beautiful sky&lt;br /&gt;Is shining in&lt;br /&gt;The river &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;A city that never sleeps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;The romance is in the air &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;The lovers are feeling the love that are in the air &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;That smell of the roses the lovers can smell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;This is the sign that spring is here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;Spring is the most beautiful time of the year &lt;br /&gt;Now that winter has finally gone to sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;br /&gt;The lovers welcome spring with open arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldo Kraas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4769141201428262046?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4769141201428262046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4769141201428262046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4769141201428262046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4769141201428262046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-this-poem-on-paris-city-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6548168946458982520</id><published>2009-05-05T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:21:50.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA ! Mother Tongue was a little hilarious. Because of all the laughter and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just now during MT, I wanted to pass a newspaper to Tashya, so she asked me to throw at her. I aimed at her and threw it. But then it flew sideways and hit Azila's (AGILA, LOL) head. And her reaction was so funny. She acted like gangster, but tak menjadi. LOL! And today AGILA was so hyper during MT - she went around the whole class, don't know what crap she's doing. OH GODD, she's damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that stayed back with my history/english project group members to do the recording. Then when walking towards the side gate, Azila popped out of nowhere, and started saying " HAMMY " to me. Then Juzan also popped out from somewhere behind the grass or pillar or whatsoever, and started continuing what Azila was doing. Then after Juzan, Tiara started it. So they took turns saying HAMMY's name to me, one by one, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this: (they said his real name, no modifications, nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Azila: HAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Juzan: HAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: HAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Azila: HAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Juzan: HAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Tiara: HAMMY!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started to, " APER NI ?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they repeated it so many times, amongst one another, one after the other, until the three of them became pleated with one another. Uh, was there any way they could pleat themselves ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6548168946458982520?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6548168946458982520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6548168946458982520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6548168946458982520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6548168946458982520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-mother-tongue-was-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-811823761554448012</id><published>2009-05-04T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:35:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting bored with my old skin and background, so I changed blogskin. Only the background's not set. I think I will get help from Radiya the tweenie blogger pro person. I better go and sleep or do work or whatever. But, I want to sleep. I wish school died so I don't need to go to school anymore. Bytheway, can school die ? Ah, whatever. Let God kill it with some power. (Huh...?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-811823761554448012?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/811823761554448012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=811823761554448012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/811823761554448012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/811823761554448012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-getting-bored-with-my-old-skin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5867012286031182814</id><published>2009-05-04T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:48:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started Home Economics just now. HAH ! And my partner was (awesome) Peiru. So, she's funneh during home econs. [What only]. Wait. Why is my typing so slow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[There's nothing more to talk about home econs.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying back for some idioticshittybastardfucking thing(I don't have to say more, do I? Make me stress only !), I went home with Kimberly Ng and Elysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly &lt;strong&gt;SANG SO LOUDLY&lt;/strong&gt; in the MRT train until she forgets how to sing(huh?). And people were looking at her as if she was some demented person and I laughed at her &lt;s&gt;like she's gonna be gone forever and I will have no chance to laugh at her ever again in my whole life, forever&lt;/s&gt;. There was this man who walked past her and kept looking at her with the 'what-is-the-problem-with-this-insane-girl' kind of look on his face, and stared at her-weirdly-while he made his way to exit the train. Then when we reached Pa&lt;s&gt;sir&lt;/s&gt; Ris, she walked so fast that when I reached the end of the escalator, she had disappeared into thin air, leaving a trail of dust behind. HUH?! What the hell am I talking about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, &lt;font size=5&gt;I LOVE RADIYA AND PEIRU.&lt;/font size=5&gt;Whaaaat? I don't know why. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. I think I know. Because, they're kind peeeple (and more I guess).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5867012286031182814?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5867012286031182814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5867012286031182814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5867012286031182814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5867012286031182814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/started-home-economics-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4528953029202109237</id><published>2009-05-03T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:41:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I think I'm in love with the TWILIGHT SAGA. And I haven't finish reading Breaking Dawn. Yeahyeah, I know I'm slow. People finished the 4 books like 2000 datuk years ago, and I just started reading them this year . I know I'm pathetic. So, I hope I could finish it ASAP ( provided I live long enough and not being knocked down by a random red car travelling at 90km/h while holding a laptop on one hand and my handphone in another [I have no idea what I am talking about] ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4528953029202109237?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4528953029202109237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4528953029202109237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4528953029202109237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4528953029202109237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-think-im-in-love-with-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8448852250264789396</id><published>2009-05-03T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:47:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. Just now madrasah was damn hilarious. I'll post the conversation between Ustaz and a guy by the name of Hashim(sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U=Ustaz&lt;br /&gt;H=Hashim&lt;br /&gt;The class were talking about Syurga and Akhirat and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;H: Ustaz, kalau masuk Syurga then jumpa Allah, kena panggil Allah ' Allah ' ehk ?&lt;br /&gt;U: Abeh awak nak panggil Allah aper?&lt;br /&gt;H: DOCTOR A. !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class burst into laughter ! I was laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;H: Kalau masuk Syurga, boleh jadi aeroplane?&lt;br /&gt;U: BOLEH ! SEMUA BOLEH !&lt;br /&gt;H: WAHHHHH !&lt;br /&gt;U: Macam maner awak nak masuk Syurga? Awak kan tak sembahyang Subuh. Syurga ader F1 tau.&lt;br /&gt;H: EHK ! Betul ? Best ah !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like damn merepek and kept on asking stupid-funny-questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8448852250264789396?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8448852250264789396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8448852250264789396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8448852250264789396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8448852250264789396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4614037516685704401</id><published>2009-05-01T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:33:30.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SfqxhIs2-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q0Vovwqc4Ag/s1600-h/Bumble+bee%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SfqxhIs2-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q0Vovwqc4Ag/s320/Bumble+bee%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330768291775838850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I remembered this. I hate one person in this photo though. Hate her damn freaking much. May eternal damnation befall her (Okayyy, I'm bring sooo baaaaaad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my beautiful classroom. So big. The windows soooo nice. Blue colour. Outside the classroom also sooo nice. Soooo big. Then outside there got lockers (it proves that the compound outside the classroom is big, unlike *ahem ahem*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what to compliment somemore ? HAHAHA. I'm just comparing this to ONE SPECIFIC PLACE. I'm not comparing with other schools, just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK ! Mei Xuan stood beside him ! OMGOMGOMG ! ARGHHHH. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4614037516685704401?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4614037516685704401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4614037516685704401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4614037516685704401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4614037516685704401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SfqxhIs2-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q0Vovwqc4Ag/s72-c/Bumble+bee%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1733386375819279473</id><published>2009-05-01T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:03:00.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SfqpMK_r_AI/AAAAAAAAABk/AJRmz9D9N3A/s1600-h/DSC03429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SfqpMK_r_AI/AAAAAAAAABk/AJRmz9D9N3A/s320/DSC03429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759135521405954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Amanda and Afifah. Showed Insyirah this and asked her if it was pretty enough to be sent to HYDROGEN. &lt;br /&gt;Then Insyirah was like, " Later he attracted to Amanda. Then he will say, ' EH! Amanda soooo hoooooot ! ' "&lt;br /&gt;I was like, " HAHAHA. What if he's attracted to Fatin ? " (Fatin's at the very back.)&lt;br /&gt;And then we kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Sfqp0gq2qkI/AAAAAAAAABs/SNgLyJr0XiU/s1600-h/DSC03431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/Sfqp0gq2qkI/AAAAAAAAABs/SNgLyJr0XiU/s320/DSC03431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759828534372930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFIFAH AND TASHYA. Showed Insyirah this too and compared in which picture was Afifah prettier, to be sent to HYDROGEN too. ( I sent both though, plus a few more extras. )&lt;br /&gt;Then Insyirah was like, " Skali dier terpikat dengan TASHYA ! " &lt;br /&gt;And I kept on laughing non-stop. The way she said it was damn funneh !&lt;br /&gt;And she also said, " Then HYDROGEN will say, ' The girl on the right is hooooooot !' "&lt;br /&gt;Then she said again, " Then you will be like 'HUH ?!?!' "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I kept laughing when I remembered the part when she said HYDROGEN will be attracted to TASHYA. LOL ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SO, I seriously hate &lt;em&gt;Interact&lt;/em&gt; a damn hell freaking lot now 'cause it SUX a lot ! That idiot fcuking XER sucks a hell damn lot ! She acts like she's the ruler ! What is the problem with her ? Then she made her own stupid rules. She said, " I give you 3 seconds, if not you do 10 push-ups. If you don't listen to me, you have to run around the school 10 times or do sit-ups 50 times. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit her ! The way she talks sucks ! Somemore so extra ! CURSES TO HER ! May eternal damnation befall her ( and botol too) !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1733386375819279473?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1733386375819279473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1733386375819279473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1733386375819279473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1733386375819279473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SfqpMK_r_AI/AAAAAAAAABk/AJRmz9D9N3A/s72-c/DSC03429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6900709883633081311</id><published>2009-04-28T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:44:33.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt; TAG REPLIEEESSS !&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/♥farzana: FEVER is register number 20 ! And what cannot anyhow say? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin(: : EH MESTILAH ! Takkan tak fight seyyy. CHEYYYY. LOL. I never see the ang moh guy so I don't know how he looks like and everything. And I wont easily like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysia: HUH? I got say I hate you all meh ?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6900709883633081311?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6900709883633081311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6900709883633081311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6900709883633081311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6900709883633081311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-replieeesss-farzana-fever-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1937957475217160558</id><published>2009-04-28T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:04:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fever kept on saying to me " HAMMY, HAMMY, HAMMY ! " And I laughed-and of course, happy. Ok, that's crap. But it's nice having HER saying that y'know. HAHAHA. Simple reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nabilah told me that Fever asked her, "Do you know HAMMY?"&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah replied, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Then Fever told her, "Syahirah is angry at me because she thought that I talked to her boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, He's not my boyfriend-I don't even have a boyfriend !&lt;br /&gt;Second, I knew she did not talk to HAMMY, and I didn't even think that she talked to HAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind. It's good that she said that-good that she REALISED that. &lt;br /&gt;But still wants HAMMY, I guess(she said she wants him and one more guy). But I don't think she really likes HAMMY, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her a few times, "YOU SO PRETTY ! SURE ALL GUYS LIKE YOU ! I will help you. I'm serious."&lt;br /&gt;Then Fatin, Amanda they all said, " She's jealous that you..." And I shouted to stop them. &lt;br /&gt;Then they said again, " You can choose any guy except for her HAMMY. " &lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to go home, Fever said to me, " BYE HAMMY ! " &lt;br /&gt;WTH. She called me HAMMY ( she called me his real name in this case ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Peiru became kind-she's always king but she always ACT 'not kind' to me(acting only). Then I told her, " PEIRU ! You very bad ! You so biased !"&lt;br /&gt;Then she was like, "Sorry luhh !" and tapped my head, and carried on " I give you a big hug. "&lt;br /&gt;And she hugged me. LOL. HAHAHA. She's really funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just now stayed back to make invitating cards for Interact Club Installation 2009. Victoria School Interact Club is invited. And I made the card for VS nicely and carefully. HAHAHA. Damn stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1937957475217160558?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1937957475217160558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1937957475217160558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1937957475217160558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1937957475217160558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/fever-kept-on-saying-to-me-hammy-hammy.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5842088578555246379</id><published>2009-04-27T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:14:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Since I knew about &lt;em&gt;that particular&lt;/em&gt; thing/problem/person, I started to get obsessed and crazy over him. And I also wanted not to befriend Fever. I ignored her for a few days, 'cause usually I will say to her 'You so pretty !'. I tried not to befriend her, but I just &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;. I felt guilty.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That ****ing b*tch told people &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. Everything that he said to/about me. What is her problem? She promised that she would not tell anyone. And now, they're spreading like wildfire. She's just, &lt;em&gt;couldn't be trusted&lt;/em&gt;. I would like to warn people, if you want to tell her something personal/secret, be careful. She couldn't be trusted. She will spread it. Like what I encountered. Idiot. Curses to her. I won't forgive her - forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5842088578555246379?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5842088578555246379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5842088578555246379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5842088578555246379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5842088578555246379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-i-knew-about-that-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4423480806776125787</id><published>2009-04-26T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:25:55.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7&gt; I LOVE RADIYA !&lt;/font size=7&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;THE MOST and a whole damn lot.&lt;/font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the very best of the best of the very best .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4423480806776125787?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4423480806776125787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4423480806776125787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4423480806776125787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4423480806776125787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-radiya-shes-very-best-of-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7070027784192735774</id><published>2009-04-25T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:36:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. Yesterday was damn funny. Insyirah kept on cracking funny stories and crappy jokes while we were walking to and going back from TKPS 'cause we've got BP mentoring ( regular service for Interact ). Fatin, Hidayah and me kept on laughing like crazy. I laughed the most I think. Laughed like &lt;s&gt;want to die like that&lt;/s&gt; there's no tomorrow. She cracked jokes and stories on Harpoon, Fever and me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's like damn freaking funny. Then the jokes she kept on singing people's names and like, so many la ! Everyone's name she make different singing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;font size= 2&gt;I HATE BOTOL OKAYYYY.&lt;/font size=2&gt; She want to patch Harpoon and Fever up. Then she told alot of people about Harpoon and showed then his photo. WHATTHEFUCK ?! She showed Fatin Harpoon's photo and asked her if she finds him cute. ARRRGHHH ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;AMANDA IS KIND . (?)&lt;/font size=3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda herself asked me to post this. Think skin ! HAHAHA. JOOOOKINGGG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt; TAG REPLIEESSSS !&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Yan: Hello chio-bu who is chio-er than me. HAHAHAHA. Okayyy, I will tag you. Just wait for the tag to cooome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Tiara beat me not Kimberly bit me. DONG ! Kayy, maybe I put wrongly. Sorry. YES PRPS DAMN FREAKING ROCK TO THE FCUKING CORE !!! hahaha. Translate? Come and see me &lt;em&gt;personally&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/♥farzana: Ya I tak suka. Nak mampos. Interacty bikin penat whatttt. I tak boleh tahan. ( could you understand ) HAH ! And how do you know he will love me ? Coz my tweenie said, worse come to worse, I have to forget him. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin:): A'a seyy aku pun menyampah nak mampos ! Sekali aku tumbuk baru tau. Nanti takder kepala lagi! HAHAHA. LOL. Bahasa baku. A'a, mestilah ! CHEYYYY. HAHAHAH.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7070027784192735774?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7070027784192735774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7070027784192735774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7070027784192735774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7070027784192735774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3213145311410641186</id><published>2009-04-22T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:47:54.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had interact just now. Okay, I seriously &lt;em&gt;tak suka&lt;/em&gt; interact. It's like very &lt;em&gt;nak mampos&lt;/em&gt;. So many things to do. Must plan this and that. Then so little time. They everytime tell us things last minute one la. I'm like so tired and can't be bothered with it anymore. &lt;em&gt;Saya boleh mati akibat interact yang sungguh @$()*#?!&amp;#*$$@@@@ itu.&lt;/em&gt; Then need stay back somemore to do the invitation card. &lt;em&gt;Saya seriously tidak sanggup !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh holy guacamole ! This is totally crap ! Life officially sucks like hell &lt;em&gt;(since I got into TKGS).&lt;/em&gt; I'd rather go back to PRPS and repeat primary school life 'cause secondary school &lt;font size=5&gt;SUCKS LIKE&lt;/font size=5&gt; (a little better than)&lt;font size=5&gt;HELL !&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3213145311410641186?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3213145311410641186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3213145311410641186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3213145311410641186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3213145311410641186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-interact-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8209686722993328208</id><published>2009-04-21T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:39:07.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went home with Nabihah and Kimberly Ng today. Tiara followed us. Then we three 'patched up' not to talk to her. So we ignored her all the way. HAHAHA. We talk among ourselves and laughed non-stop and don't care about her 'cause she kept on disturbing us. Then she bit me soooo hard. It hurts soooo much !!! Then she laughed her ownself. Crap. But we didn't talk to her still. ALL THE WAY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? I don't know what to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8209686722993328208?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8209686722993328208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8209686722993328208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8209686722993328208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8209686722993328208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-home-with-nabihah-and-kimberly-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1331436433893421093</id><published>2009-04-20T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:54:02.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate school and the &lt;font size=5&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/font size&gt; all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shouldn't go to this particular 'place' (it's not even a place), 'cause I'm like an uninvited visitor there. And the owner of that 'place' was like, angry (?) when I visited her 'home'[it's not a home(-.-)] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzana is funny ! HAHAHA. I laughed everytime I saw her and heard her talk, and also when reading the tag that she tagged me. Then people thought I crazy when I laugh . Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so &lt;font size=5&gt;I flunked my maths &lt;s&gt;and everything&lt;/s&gt; .&lt;/font size=5&gt; Damn shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1331436433893421093?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1331436433893421093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1331436433893421093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1331436433893421093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1331436433893421093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-school-and-people-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3281536675727736981</id><published>2009-04-18T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:05:39.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SemX2X5otEI/AAAAAAAAABc/6cjLkUyb9WE/s1600-h/img024_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SemX2X5otEI/AAAAAAAAABc/6cjLkUyb9WE/s320/img024_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325954994726810690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3281536675727736981?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3281536675727736981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3281536675727736981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3281536675727736981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3281536675727736981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bjlEUVUDm10/SemX2X5otEI/AAAAAAAAABc/6cjLkUyb9WE/s72-c/img024_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-6621048810713971576</id><published>2009-04-17T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:31:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font type=georgia&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt; I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE.&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;/font type=georgia&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-6621048810713971576?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/6621048810713971576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=6621048810713971576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6621048810713971576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/6621048810713971576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-like-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8813346850937046034</id><published>2009-04-15T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:22:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;OXYGEN (ME) LIKES HYDROGEN&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;OXYGEN+HYDROGEN=WATER&lt;/font size=5&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok crap. Hahahahaha. I don't know whattt to sayyyy. Just now INFO LIT this guy named CHRIS(sp?) took over. Hah. LOL. He's what ? Handsome ? Uhh, okayyy la. Actually, he is :D ;D (&lt;s&gt;kind of, but&lt;/s&gt;not so the very). LOL. Tiara's like interested. HAHAHAHHA. He's what ? Australian? Think so. His slang(sp?) was like that. His voice was soo low. Sooo monotonous(sp?). HAHAHA. Funneh. :) Then his hair was like golden and blonde and brunette and whatever, and his eyes were blueee. The whole class laughed when he talked 'cause his voice funny. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say somemore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8813346850937046034?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8813346850937046034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8813346850937046034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8813346850937046034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8813346850937046034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8246192010365421583</id><published>2009-04-03T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:57:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatthefuck ! I ordered class T-shirt size S they give me M. It's like so big la. EWWWW. Later I look ugly when wearing it seyy. Then cannot change somemore. I hate it sia. Then that person acted as if it was my fault la. What crap is that . DAMMIT ! I don't like my class okayyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today very what like that. So many people bad mood. Then I also, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; To Amanda and Tammy and whoever : I don't know if I could come for class gathering 'cause probably first week I'm flying off.&lt;s&gt;to PARIS !&lt;/s&gt; ( shall not put that ) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8246192010365421583?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8246192010365421583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8246192010365421583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8246192010365421583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8246192010365421583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatthefuck-i-ordered-class-t-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4304922066773849813</id><published>2009-04-02T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:19:27.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;s&gt;don't like&lt;/s&gt; hate to be forced. I hate to be pestered. I hate when people ask me to do something, and they say it is a MUST when it is NOT A MUST at all. I hate those people who does all the above things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, but I do hate &lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt; a number of people in my class. Their attitude, everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4304922066773849813?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4304922066773849813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4304922066773849813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4304922066773849813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4304922066773849813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-like-hate-to-be-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7483785507643709616</id><published>2009-03-19T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:17:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=10&gt;OKAYYY, my blog's sooo dead. LOL.&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7483785507643709616?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7483785507643709616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7483785507643709616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7483785507643709616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7483785507643709616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/03/okayyy-my-blogs-sooo-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8406291511059635713</id><published>2009-03-19T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:15:25.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Are you single - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy - Most prolly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored - Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you fair - In what way ?&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you Italian - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you intelligent - Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you honest - Yes, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you nice - Ask people .&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name : Syahirah ...&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames : I Don't Know. HAH !&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth Place : Singapore. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair Colour : Dark brown/ Black with a touch of golden and blonde and whatever ...&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style : CURLY DUHHH !&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye colour : Black ? HEE.&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday : 17th January.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood : IDK.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite colour : BlackRedPurple ?&lt;br /&gt;10. One favourite place you like to visit : ALOT ! I can't mention only one kayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Have you been in love - Yup, one-sided though.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you believe in love at the first sight - Quite&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you currently have a crush - Probably.&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you ever been hurt emotionally - Yup.&lt;br /&gt;5.Have you ever broken someone heart - I Don't Know.&lt;br /&gt;6.Have you ever had your heart broken - Guess So.&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you ever liked someone but never tell them - Yup I didn't tell but he knows it somehow... &lt;br /&gt;8.Are you afraid you Commitment - ???&lt;br /&gt;9.Who was the last person you hug - My cousin. &lt;br /&gt;10.Who was the last person you said "I love you" to - I For-get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;1.Love or lust : Love ?&lt;br /&gt;2.Hard liquor or beer : NOOONE !&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs : Cats prolly, actually none. I'm Scared. -_- .&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends : Either.&lt;br /&gt;5.Creamy or Crunchy : Anything.&lt;br /&gt;6.Pencil or Pen : I Don't Care . :P&lt;br /&gt;7.Wild night out or romantic night in : Anything.&lt;br /&gt;8.Money or Happiness : Prolly... both ?&lt;br /&gt;9.Day or night : Both . Yup, both.&lt;br /&gt;10.IM or phone : BOTH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out - Don't think so ...&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear - YES duh ...&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret - Think so ...&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor - Guess so .&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker - What's that ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked - NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back - ???&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost your pet - I have no pet FYI.&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear - Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;.1. Smile or eyes - BOTH .&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair - Anything. Probably dark.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses - Both but I prefer hugs somehow.&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller - Taller.&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction - Both.&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman or Zara - Whattt ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious - Both.&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or younger - ...&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet - Outgoing around the people I know and quiet around the people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or bad - Sweet duhhhh.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU'S&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd - Yup, alot of times, not alone though.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour - Not sureee...&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team - Nope. &lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team - Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production - Don't think so. Not production for suree.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever own a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bently - No.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been on a rap video - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS.&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made - Uh, forget uh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged - I've answered this before. =.= My cousin ...&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with - Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked - ??? Whatt ?&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to - My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd - Amanda&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted - Can't remember. Afifah I guess.&lt;br /&gt;8.Last person(s) you went to the movies with - Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person/thing you missed - A certain someone I guess...&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited - BLOGGER DUH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PEOPLE TO DO: Whoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8406291511059635713?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8406291511059635713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8406291511059635713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8406291511059635713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8406291511059635713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-801171956828864347</id><published>2009-02-28T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:09:47.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I wished HARPOOOON ' Happy Birthday ' despite my 'scardycatness'. HAHAHAHA. Actually I don't dare to wish him at first but I want to wish. So I asked TWEENAYE if I should and she dared me to wish him. So I wished him. LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL. &lt;br /&gt;There :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAHIRAH said:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday :D.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Harpoon says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; ouhk&lt;br /&gt; thanx very muchh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAHIRAH says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL. No prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Crap. Scaryyy sia. But lucky his reply was 'nice'. HAH ! Oh LOL. CRAPCRAPCRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-801171956828864347?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/801171956828864347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=801171956828864347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/801171956828864347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/801171956828864347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahaahahahaha-omg-i-wished.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4848851518699259082</id><published>2009-02-26T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:46:57.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=13&gt;260209 is AWESOMMEEE !&lt;/font size=13&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. The awesomeeest, most awesomaziingg ! LOL. Radiya, why never reply my messages? Cheyyy, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4848851518699259082?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4848851518699259082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4848851518699259082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4848851518699259082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4848851518699259082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/260209-is-awesommeee-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4696813892219296152</id><published>2009-02-21T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:30:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall say, TWEENIE is forgetful. What's wrong with her? PFFT. I told her that I'm happy on 180209. And she say it's because I saw HARPOON. Can you say, PFFT. rolf. Eh hello, I saw HARPOON on 140209 kay?! AIYOOO ! And on that very day, 180209, she's the first one I sms-ed and told her that I saw an alien ! And now, see what happen ? She'd forgotten all about it ! EH IT'S AN ALIEN OKAY? How amazing is that ? GOSSHHH ! The alien flew to Earth, with he's UFO. Ok, crap. And he saw me toooo ! OHMYGOD ! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right, I was in the same UFO as the alien. We were going to the space station. So, yeah. We're in the same UFO . How amazing is that ?! Wait, maybe not. Well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahemahem, the alien's awesome, amazing and handsome(?). &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/27809172-4696813892219296152?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4696813892219296152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4696813892219296152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4696813892219296152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4696813892219296152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-shall-say-tweenie-is-forgerful.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4586154306404342146</id><published>2009-02-19T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:13:10.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=13&gt;180209 is AWESOMAZIING!&lt;/font size=13&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It's like, the AWESOMESTT !!! Uh, wait. Maybe not. Eh, yes ! Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I'M VERY VERY HAPPY ON THAT DAY. Because ah... Y'know why ? Because 18÷(0)2=(0)9. Oh lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's because I saw an alien. Yeah, awesome. rolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall say, WHAT THE HEAVEN .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4586154306404342146?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4586154306404342146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4586154306404342146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4586154306404342146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4586154306404342146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/180209-is-awesomaziing.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5460906254581353048</id><published>2009-02-14T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:29:36.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today's Valentine's Day, and I have a date with Cedar. Cheyyy. Hahaha. Yep, I went to Cedar Fiesta just now. Nothing to say about it. Then went out to places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at the end of the day that's when the 'real highlight of the day' happened. Wasn't a big thing after all, after I think about it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at Pasir Ris Interchange waiting for bus 17. The bus came and we boarded the bus. Ok, at that time I was already seated. And then I saw Harpoon's mother. I looked to the left, and I saw HARPOOOON ! Y'know, BIMI ! I was like " OHMYGODDD!" and turned my head to the other side. LOL. hahahaahaaahahaha. That's cool. Scarryyyy. Nvm. Wth, it's like, so unexpected. Somemore it's on V. Day. I forgotten that it was V. Day when I met him, meaning like, I can't relate both of them, V.Day and meeting him, until TWEENIE told me. Heheh! AWESOMEE ! Siao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours after I reached home, I went online and told TWEENIE. She was like, " Really? WHOAAA ! HAPPY SEYYY !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yeah, maybe. Then she said it was V. Day. Then I remembered. Ok, I know it was V. Day, and I know I saw him. But I don't know that I could relate both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cool y'know. Like, meeting him during V. Day, coincidently. WOW ! Cheyyy. Ok, that's stupid. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nvm. It could be that he 'took over' Friday. 'Cause I didn't get to see Fradoooon on Friday, but I saw Harpooooon the next day. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever. Told'ya I'm crazeeeee ! Ok, I'm flying awayyyyyyyy !&lt;br /&gt;Eh, y'know what? Flying is nice. I want to fly, NATURALLY. Hahaha. Mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5460906254581353048?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5460906254581353048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5460906254581353048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5460906254581353048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5460906254581353048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-people-okay-so-todays-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1315258371704133724</id><published>2009-02-13T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:49:30.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, just now in school, some people were like giving presents 'cause it's Valentine Day tomorrow. I got presents from Jinmei, Tashya, Pei Ru, Caroline, Azila,  uh, can't remember who somemore. The presents were chocolates, sweets, cookies, that kind of stuffs. But it's still nice of them to give us. In primary school people never give seyy. Maybe some people did. LOL. But nevermind. I don't really care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while I don't even have the mood to blog and I don't even feel like blogging. That's why my blog's like dead. PFFT. LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Heck care la. Lolzers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1315258371704133724?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1315258371704133724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1315258371704133724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1315258371704133724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1315258371704133724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-just-now-in-school-some-people-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3844502065260995956</id><published>2009-02-13T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:08:04.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=25&gt;HEYHO!&lt;/font size=25&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotten my letter thingamajig which I wrote it last year during the Growing Years workshop or don't know what la. CRAP. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOOOSHHH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not posted for like 38326827 centuries ! What's gonna happen ?!?! My blog's dead. Nobody's gonna bother to read this crappy blog. I have to 'refurnish' it in sone way. PFFT. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM. CHAO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3844502065260995956?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3844502065260995956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3844502065260995956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3844502065260995956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3844502065260995956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/heyho-ive-just-gotten-my-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8017780116443748021</id><published>2009-02-08T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:49:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=50&gt;MY BLOG'S GONNA BE HIATUS BECAUSE MY LIFE'S GONNA BE HECTIC . &lt;/font size=50&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8017780116443748021?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8017780116443748021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8017780116443748021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8017780116443748021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8017780116443748021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blogs-gonna-be-hiatus-because-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2950353101317231057</id><published>2009-01-24T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:41:45.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not posted for milleniums (sp?). And I totally have no ideas on what to post. Later when I have anything to post, I will. Because now my internet is crazeeeeee ! BYE. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2950353101317231057?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2950353101317231057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2950353101317231057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2950353101317231057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2950353101317231057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-not-posted-for-milleniums-sp.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1938827422947259454</id><published>2009-01-13T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:40:01.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISSS PRPS SOOOO MUCH !!! OH MY GOD ! I LOOOOVE PRPS! I WANT TO GO BACK THERE AND STAY THERE FOREVER! I DON'T WANT TO GO SECONDARY SCHOOL ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to PRPS yesterday with Tammy, Nabihah and Amanda. We were like so freaking damn happy ! Then Wanlin, Vanessa and beryl was there. Awhile more, Xiaoyun and Stacy came also then we all went into the staffroom and helped Mr Foo with somethings. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like reading my previous posts from last year and I laughed at some of them. Primary School life was really exciting, as compared to Secondary School life. IT REALLY SUCKS OKAY I SWEAR . I hate it. WTF !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I kinda miss HARPOOON(LOL) after reading some of my previous posts. Oh well. 6B'08 is really really really really really really really really and never ending really WONDERFUL ! It's the best okay ? I LOOOOVE IT SOOOO MUCH ! Now then I realise how much I love Primary School and 6B'08. GOSSHHHH ! It had got sooo many wonderful memories. Felt like crying when reading posts about Primary School and the people all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess that's all. I'm just trying to express my feelings all stuffs, even though it's nonsensical. So, ignore it if you think it;s just a rubbish post. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1938827422947259454?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1938827422947259454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1938827422947259454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1938827422947259454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1938827422947259454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-misss-prps-soooo-much-oh-my-god-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8524104796473220235</id><published>2009-01-03T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:46:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Follow Islam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatreligionshouldyoubequiz/islam.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that there is one true God and that it's your duty to submit to his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may be trying, unfair, or painful here on earth. But you're waiting for the Paradise in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is the most important thing in your life, and you are fully devoted to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to fast, pray often, and follow all of God's rules to make sure you have a place in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatreligionshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Religion Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8524104796473220235?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8524104796473220235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8524104796473220235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8524104796473220235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8524104796473220235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-should-follow-islam-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2524054976266868366</id><published>2009-01-02T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:45:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like gone for 2813689 years, and now I'm back to post about the first day of school. Let's start .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of my house, not ready to go to the new Secondary School I'm posted to currently. &lt;s&gt;Walked down the staircase and stuffs like that, reached the busstop and waited for the bus. And when the bus came, boarded the bus.&lt;/s&gt; Ok, I'm spitting out irrelevant bits and pieces. Then reached the MRT station and met Nabihah and her friend there and went to school together . And SACK was in the same bus as me in Paya Lebar. LOL. And he was like standind beside me while I was sitting. Oh, and by the way, do you know what school I am posted to ? In case you don't know, I'm posted to TKGS. Tanjong Katong Girls' School .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school. Went to check our value groups and sit accordingly to the groups that we were put into. I was in the same group as Amanda and Nurania. Hope I won't change class. I want to be in a class with a pasirian in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then the assembly and stuffs like that. Introduction of the teachers all that. WAH ! My legs were like so painful after sitting in the hall for soooo long . GODDDD ! Then got tour around the school, went back to class, played games all that la ! BORING OKAY ?!!!! WTH .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  after a long and boring day and un-enthusiactic and hateful and shitty and whatever day in the 'NEW' school, even though its SOOO OLD, the day ended and it's time for us to go home. Took the MRT train home, together with Nabihah. Oh well, that's all. I know it's uninteresting, so ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for your information, I don't like that school okay ? It just like, sucks somehow. ARGHHH ! WHATEVER. BYE .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2524054976266868366?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2524054976266868366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2524054976266868366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2524054976266868366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2524054976266868366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-like-gone-for-2813689-years-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8919652571495584789</id><published>2008-12-13T13:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:00:11.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Perth Trip .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arived at Perth at about 7.30am. Then after the immigration all that, we boarded the coach and went to Morish Nuts. Slept in the coach as the journey was quite a distance. Tasted some macadamia nuts at Morish Nuts, then went off. I didn't buy anything as we were going to the macadamia nuts factory some day later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Peter Ice-cream factories. Went to a small auditorium and watched a video about how ice-creams are made and something to do with milk and what knots. So, after that the person went to bring us around the factory. IT WAS HUGE ! LOL. We saw the people who are working in the factory, making ice-creams. Then, we had a free ice-cream, free 'CHILL' milk and a free cap. Ate the ice-creams. It was luscious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Canal Rocks. The place was really beautiful and cooling with the windy air breeze. The sea water was clear ! CLEAN ! Really liked the colour. Light blue. Snapped some photos there. Heheh ! Then after that, checked in to Broadwater Beach Resort. The apartment was really nice . 2 storeys, with a spiral staircase. I was in the same apartment with Zheng Yi, Celine, Wesgie, Jamie and Vanessa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out of Broadwater Beach Resort. Had breakfast, then board the coach for an Exchange Programme at West Busselton Primary. The kids that were in the lower year were sooo cute . Hehe. Then the teachers split us into groups and each group went into different classes . My group went into the Year 3 class, where they were having drama. Then they asked us questions. They were sooo cutteee . LOL . They also performed for us a drama and we joined them to play a game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Exhange Programme, boarded the coach to Ferguson Farm for Farm activities and Farmstay. HOLYGUACAMOLE! The farm was really really beautiful ! The scenery was realy nice ! And it was really cooling and colddd . HAH! The place I stayed in was really nice ! When we got out of our, let's call it house, the beautiful scenery is there for us to see and enjoy ! GODDDDD ! THE BEAUTY OF NATURE ! LOOOOVVEEEE IT SOOOO MUCHHHH !!! There is this swing in the farm which is tied to a tree we sat on the board and swingggg ! It's like when you see in the Kampong, I think. I've been wanting to take that swing ever since I saw it on TV, and it's a dream come true. HAHA! Then Radiya and Me sat on the grass and talked and laughed ALOT ! Until people need to call us for dinner . We even forgot about the time ! But it's really fun ! I SWEAR ! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are in my facebook profile. 3 albums. If you don't have facebook, tell me, 'cause MAYBE I could send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8919652571495584789?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8919652571495584789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8919652571495584789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8919652571495584789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8919652571495584789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-perth-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8811541718604036087</id><published>2008-12-13T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:39:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What kind of boyfriend/girlfriend do you like?&lt;br /&gt;HOTTTT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you celebrate your first month?&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD I KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you feel safe with your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Guess so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you see your stead injured/sick, would you be there even if you're busy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When it's your 12th month ^ your stead is having another r/s, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What if you know your ex still loves you &amp; he's single but you're attached?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out 3 love/sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;When you look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy&lt;br /&gt;The Day you Went Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you do if you &amp; your stead quarrel?&lt;br /&gt;Apologise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you wish to know if someone has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What if you're single &amp; someone has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you feel when you fall in love with somebody?&lt;br /&gt;That I love somebody???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8811541718604036087?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8811541718604036087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8811541718604036087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8811541718604036087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8811541718604036087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-tammy.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5493639213939227827</id><published>2008-12-12T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:42:59.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYO !!! I've not been posting for 186213789729190 years ! GODDDD! I'll start posting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went out with Radiya. Went to White Sands first. Shop. Take neoprints. After 3764 hours there, we went to E!hub to catch a movie . She wanted to watch Wild Child but it's not available at E!hub. Then we decided to watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua; it's also not available. So we decided to watch BOLT . Bought the tickets, selected the seats. While waiting for the 3.30, the time the movie's gonna start, we walked around E!hub . Then we went to do the colouring thingy, the kids one. The one we choose the picture that we wanted and then they'll put it on a metal thing and we started colouring it with paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after doing that, we went up to the cinema and bought the food. While we were queing up, it was already 3.30++ pm. I was like, panic? I kept saying, " OMG, we're late! " &lt;br /&gt;LOL. Then after buying the food and drinks, we went in the cinema. When we went in, the movie haven't even started ! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blablabla. AFter watching the movie, of vourse we went out of the cinema. Then walked past Barbecue Chicken. Then suddenly Radiya began to jumpjumpjump and laughlaughlaugh. Then she kept on saying, " OMG OMG SYAHIRAH SYAHIRAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. KAT WAS THERE KAT WAS THERE!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, " I DONT BELIEVE YOU !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she said that KAT was walking in the same aisle that we were walking and I only saw one small kid, so I thought she was lying . Then we stopped for a while. Then she said, " YOU COME !! LOOK IN BBQ CHICKEN !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to look through the glass, then I saw him !!!! Then we went away while laughing. &lt;br /&gt;" Talking about the devil and the devil appears. "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that reminds me of the other time we went out together to watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kungfu Panda&lt;/span&gt;, and we met SACK ! Heheh ! Then next time we went out together, meet HARP ! LOL. I've met HARPSACKKAT outside before. So, when I went out with TWEENIE ( RADIYA ) again, met three of them at the same place-E!hub-separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out of E!hub and Radiya asked me to sms him. So I did. I asked him if he was at E!hub eating BBQ Chicken. And blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end of the day . BYEBYE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll post about Perth Trip next time . LAZY . LOLZERS .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5493639213939227827?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5493639213939227827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5493639213939227827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5493639213939227827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5493639213939227827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/12/heyyo-ive-not-been-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2498842754149201042</id><published>2008-11-20T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:04:56.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHHHHHHH !! DISAPPOINTED ! My results were, okay, just that I am 2 freaking MARKS LOWER than CGS cut off point . OH, nvm . Forget it . Ok, now I'm really confused which school to put as first choice , TKGS or Cedar . OK, STOP .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in school when everyone received their results, some of them cried . Nabihah so poor thing . I saw her cry like so saad . I was like, " Nabihah, don't cry . "&lt;br /&gt;Tammy also cried, then I asked, " You okay ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, DAMMMMMNNNNN . I like so scared if I cant go Cedar or TKGS . Cedar maybe 50-50, but IF, I can't get Cedar, I reallly reaalllllllyyyy hopeee for TKGS . PRAY FOR ME !!! And maybe I'll pray for you too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGREGATE: 242&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All A, Malay A* .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2498842754149201042?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2498842754149201042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2498842754149201042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2498842754149201042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2498842754149201042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohhhhhhh-disappointed-my-results-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7835133780746684378</id><published>2008-11-19T14:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:18:04.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoo, these 2 days I've been out buying new clothes and jeans and track pants and whatever for the Perth trip . Hah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excitedddddddddddddddd for the Perth trip but at the same time, I'm also scared . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; What if I have stomach cramps there ?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have fever ?&lt;br /&gt;What if I want to poo/pee when we're in the coach during the 3 hours journey to Bussleton ? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ! Ah, never mind . Just pray it doesn't happen . Oh, and tomorrow's the BIG DAY !&lt;br /&gt;PSLE results are going to be released at 12pm sharp ! Oh shit ! SCARRYYYYY ! Then I will be thinking about my future . Future future future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What will my aggregate be?&lt;br /&gt;Which Secondary School will I go to?&lt;br /&gt;How will I be able to cope?&lt;br /&gt;Which CCA should I take?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be too stressful?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hooppee that I could go to the school of my choice . praypraypray .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm gonna be dead . &lt;strong&gt;DEAD&lt;/strong&gt; .  DEAD . &lt;strong&gt;mati&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7835133780746684378?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7835133780746684378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7835133780746684378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7835133780746684378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7835133780746684378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoo-these-2-days-ive-been-out-buying.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1497830978799506892</id><published>2008-11-16T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:19:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've changed blogskin . Actually, I want to change from that time but can't find any nice ones . So now I just pick a simple one . Like Amanda who also chooses a simple blogskin . And I picked this blogskin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post but I don't know what to post and have nothing to post about . It's damn boring .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH  . Oh, nvm . Later when there's something to post about I'll prolly post . I'm now like damn scared 'cause the PSLE results are going to be released a few more days later . OMG ! I don't dare to look at my results . SCARY !! AARRRRGGGG ! GOD, help me !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1497830978799506892?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1497830978799506892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1497830978799506892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1497830978799506892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1497830978799506892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4387145866190643243</id><published>2008-11-15T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:40:55.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[1]What kind of person are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Asshole .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2]Have you ever stead with someone before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Nope . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3]Have you ever try smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;NONO . I never even dream of that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]Who is your 1st boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;An angel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5]Who is your last boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;A ghost .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6]What is your greatest wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;ALL my dreams to come true . And that includes extremely good PSLE results .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7]If you have a choice, would you want to have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;If I'm crazy over that one, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;useless &lt;/span&gt; person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8]If a hunk woo you, would you accept him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;If my heart accepts him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9]Do you love your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Obviously YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10]Do you love your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11]How much you want for your pocket money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Enough to spend and save .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12]If you only have $1 now, What would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Save it ! Wasting money is a nono .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13]If your boyfriend wanted to break with you, would you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;If I LOOOVE him LOTS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14]What is your favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Favourite ? I guess none . I listen to all kinds .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15]Who is your favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;IDK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16]Do you like reading magazines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Okok .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18]You prefer a guy who is the same age as you or a guy who is older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Same age maybe . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19]Is your grandparents still living on this Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Grandfathers, no . They're in the afterlife . Grandmothers, yes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20]Do you love your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;YES .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21]What kind of movie you like to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;The ones that I have interest in .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22]Have you tried eating raw food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Yup, I guess so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23]What is your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;I have too many! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24]What is the name of your first pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;IDK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25]What is your favourite instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;idk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26]Who is the person that you last called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Can't remember .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27]Who is the person you last chatted in msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Amanda .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28]Who last tagged your blog, and why did that person tag your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Amanda . She asked me to do this quiz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29]Have you ever tried to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30]How many ear holes are there on your both ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;One on each ear .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31]What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;I guess, blackredpurple .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32]How many links are there in your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Only seven .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33]Who is your last link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Syahmi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34]Who is your 1st link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;6Brilliance! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35]Who is the middle of your links?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Tammy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36]In all the links, who is closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Radi(y)ator ( or Amanda ) I guess . But mainly, most of them are close .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37]In all the links, is there any person who is younger then you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;In terms of months, yes . Years, no .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38]In all the links, is there any person who is older then 20 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;No .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39]In all the links, is there any person who is the same age as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;All except for 1 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40]How many links do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;I don't care how many .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41]If your best friend betrayed you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;IDK . Don't do anything maybe . Or do something .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42]Have you ever fall in love with food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Think so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43]When will you feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;When something sad happens . Isn't is obvious ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44]Have you ever regretted doing some things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Yes . But you didn't ask what .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45]What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Alot . But i don't know exactly which one to choose .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46]Do you like guy who is romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Ok la .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47]In what situation will you feel that you are unloved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;When I'm left out or ignored? IDK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48]Did you ever failed doing something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49]Who is your idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Don't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50]Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Don't ask me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4387145866190643243?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4387145866190643243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4387145866190643243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4387145866190643243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4387145866190643243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/1what-kind-of-person-are-you-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-477317198214189588</id><published>2008-11-12T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:24:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the "Letter MEME".&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag no less than 5 other people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template:&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who text messaged you):&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. -Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Becky,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it that night under the bus and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist and how boring you are. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked a new life as a clone.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck on your short-term leave from jail.&lt;br /&gt;In pain,&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-477317198214189588?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/477317198214189588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=477317198214189588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/477317198214189588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/477317198214189588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/instructions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8346362658739463568</id><published>2008-11-11T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:25:02.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyho !&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had Graduation . Each and every one of the Primary 6 went up to stage to collect our graduation certificate . Then got slide presentation from the teachers to the student . And there's also a slide presentation which the students dedicate it to the teachers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like so saaaddd 'cause like got some people cry . Then when other people saw them cry they also felt like crying . It's like damn  saaddd !! I will obviously miss all my friends in Primary School. And MAYBE, BIMI . He's a loser . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHHH . I don't know what to write but I want to write . Oh, nvm . Bye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8346362658739463568?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8346362658739463568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8346362658739463568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8346362658739463568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8346362658739463568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyho-yesterday-had-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7718734873917052090</id><published>2008-11-07T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:51:14.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA ! I'm in computer lab now . With 6B . I don't know what to write .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, all the p6 Malay pupils had karaoke . But not all sang . I think Nadhrah's voice the nicest . Then we laughed at some of them 'cause they were like so funny ? LOL . Then MDM Salina act like a DJ and said that her name was DJ Sally . Then Nabihah said that when Suleiman was singing, he was trembling at the same time . Hah ! Maybe he was nervous . Then Yusuf and Nazheef sang together . Yusuf voice so funny . But KINDA nice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabilah and Insyirah sang together also . They sang the song ' Gotta Find You " . Camp Rock . Their voices were okay . Then Izaan and Nadhrah sang solo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GODDDD ! I don't know what to write somemore . So, Bye for now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7718734873917052090?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7718734873917052090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7718734873917052090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7718734873917052090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7718734873917052090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/11/f.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1301094316810964818</id><published>2008-10-28T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:22:51.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyo ! Just know in school had the Growing Through Changes workshop . It's about preparing for secondary school life and what knots . It's like so boring . Some of the activities ARE boring . I'll not list down 'cause I myself had forgotten . Some activies that we had were like, writting letter to ourselves ? Is that crazy ? And then they will keep it with them till next year and then they will post it to us . Ahh ! Siao . Maybe we will remember what we write and if we forget, that will be fun 'cause we will read with enthusiasm . LOL . I don't know what to write somemore but I still have the fever to writewritewrite and WRITE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our facilitator ( or however you spell it ) is Paul . I remembered he's my class, 4B's, facilitator 2 years ago during the PSL workshop . Uh, whatever ? He's like so childish, &lt;em&gt;padahal&lt;/em&gt; he's already 33 . He talk like &lt;em&gt;budak kecik&lt;/em&gt; . And got this one activity that we have to pass a basketball to the person who we had called earlier . And we have to do it in the shortest possible time . Our first time was 46 seconds and our final time was 15 seconds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this activity which the facilitator gave us a question and we have to write down as many possible answers . My group's question was ' What do teenagers want ? ' . The boys' group question was ' What do adults want ? ' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were like so funny . They write down somekind of nonsense answer . They wrote that adults want sex, baby, drink beer, go clubbing, marry Paris Hilton, ' HOT ' wife, ' HOT ' mistress, smoke opium, etc . Dadadaadadadaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the workshop's going to end, Paul wave goodbye to our class . Then the boys were saying, " Love you " . Then Paul's crazy he go and put his hand to his heart and open his mouth big-big, close his eyes and act like an idiot . We were all like laughing . He like so exaggerate ( however you spell it ) . Then after that he go and hug Nicholas like a crazy man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workshop got Mother Tongue . I HAATTEEE IT! FUCKING MT ! Cikgu go and play rounders . We were like sweating . Its like damn hot . Then me, Jessica, Nurania, Nabihah and Irdina don't want to play . Then Cikgu very what say must play. Then we just stand there . I DON'T WANT TO GO SCHOOL ANYMORE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I guess 6B will be in the Computer Lab for 3 hours . Then after that got NE lunch . Ok ! Buuaaaiii !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1301094316810964818?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1301094316810964818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1301094316810964818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1301094316810964818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1301094316810964818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/heyyo-just-know-in-school-had-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-3865265357780074170</id><published>2008-10-16T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:34:24.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ! Today was normal . The only difference was that there was no school 'cause it's PSLE marking day . So all the primary School pupils will not be going to school for four days, plus the two weekends, so it will be six days . Cool .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know in the morning and evening, BK and I 'chatted' with each other on MSN . He was very kind ! We talked as though we were close friends . Then he asked me if there was school today . So I said " yes" . Then we joke about school and joke that there was school today . He kept on saying LOL . LOL . Hahaha . He appeared offline most of the time. He said he does that for fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked alot more . He asked me who I liked and then I asked why .&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, " Tell me " .&lt;br /&gt;HAHA . I'm not going to post what I told him . I'm too lazy to type . There was alot ! Then I was like so tired 'cause I need to keep changing the chat logs and I was chatting with like abt, 3 people . He was also chatting with 3 people and he also needed to change the chat logs . And so we chat chat chat chat chat chat . Dadadadada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bad ! I got it wrong . That time when BK didn't reply my sms, I thought he thought that I was disturbing him and I began to say that he was bad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he told me, " Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I'm not using my phone anymore. It's lost . Sorry . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like feeling so bad 'cause I said that he was bad . &lt;em&gt;Padahal&lt;/em&gt;, he was kind and gooooood ! Not like the freaking bad BIMI !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-3865265357780074170?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/3865265357780074170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=3865265357780074170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3865265357780074170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/3865265357780074170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-today-was-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8437941569377101359</id><published>2008-10-12T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:16:47.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyya . Just know went out with Teacher Mary, Anu and Sushma . Took her car out . I sat at the front at first . Then she drove to Tampines Mall and we ate Pizza Hut there . After the food had finished, we stayed there for while and talked . After that, we went to Changi Airport Terminal 3 'cause Anu wanted to go there . At first, she wanted to go to Science Centre . I also wanted to go there as I wanted to buy slime . But Teacher Mary don't know the way there and she said that it's too far so we just went to the airport . So it's Sushma's turn to sit at the front . Then when Teacher's driving, she told some stories . I've forgotten what was it about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, we walked around and round . Don't know what to do and we didn't want to go back 'cause at home so boring . Then we went to the toilet . Anu and I look and the mirror and took photographs . LOL . Crazy . Then went to the bookshop and browsed through books . Then after walking, Teacher said it's time to go home . And Anu also told us that she's going to Vivo City afterwards . So then we drove home . I sat at the front again 'cause Anu didn't want . She said that she could sit at the front anytime she wants in her Father's car . So I just went to sit at the front . And then, that's the end of it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this for fun 'cause there's no other thing to post . I just feel like posting so I posted . Okay ??? Bye ! And BK very what he don't want to reply my sms . He should thank me 'cause I made him go to B house . If not, he wouldn't stand a change to go there 'cause B won't invite him !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8437941569377101359?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8437941569377101359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8437941569377101359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8437941569377101359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8437941569377101359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/heyya.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2657153703909176643</id><published>2008-10-11T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:49:59.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooo ! I went to Cedar Open House just know . The school was okay . It was temporary at Old Victoria School as the old school was in the process of renovation and will end in 2010 perhaps . I think it will be very nice after renovation as they are going to make an auditorium and another sports hall I think . Well, now about the open house .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cedarians were very kind ! I saw Aqilah Fitri and Radiya when we reached there and then we walked around the school together . Then I registered don't know for what and received a goodie bag . Then walked around the school and the Cedarians talked about different kinds of CCAs available in Cedar Girls' . The Internationalisation Programme was nice . We could get to go overseas to countries like, United Kingdom, Malaysia, India, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Australia, etc . Then they said that the choir will be going to Los Angeles next year in 2009 . WOW !! I wanna follow ! I've never been to America before ! I also want to go to United Kingdom ! I've never been to Europe before ! LOL . Jakun . Nvm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the hall there were some performances . Watched it . Then walked around the hall 'cause still got some booths there . Just see them and listen to what they explained about the CCA . They also gave some small tokens and souvenirs for visiting their booths . It was really nice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go Cedar !!!!!! Oh God, please help me !!!!! How I wish I could get into Cedar Girls' Secondary School .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2657153703909176643?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2657153703909176643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2657153703909176643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2657153703909176643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2657153703909176643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellooooo-i-went-to-cedar-open-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-1959210478698818759</id><published>2008-10-09T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:05:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh PSLE is finally over . The maths was like shit . I think I got very low . Oh dammit ! Ah, forget it . Later then think about it or I will be crazy . Walao ! Mr Foo very what la after PSLE want to do social studies. Do for what . Boring lah sey ! Arhhh, whatever ! I don't care . I dun wanna go to school. It's freaking shit . Today didn't go to school 'cause I don't take Higher Mother Tongue .Ok, I totally have no idea what to post about . Later when got something to post, I will . For now, bye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-1959210478698818759?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/1959210478698818759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=1959210478698818759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1959210478698818759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/1959210478698818759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-psle-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-2505193985700890033</id><published>2008-09-26T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:21:49.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ! I haven't post for a period of time . So, I'm going to post now. I got no idea of what to post, but never mind, anyhow post . So PSLE is coming in about a week's time. OMG ! Scary ! Hope I can do it . Either yesterday or they day before yesterday of whatever day it is, I was queuing up to show my comprehension answer to teacher . I was standing a little front from Syaz and Zenedine's table then behind me was Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that Zenedine said, " Syahiraaah, go and change place with Alex ! " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet . Why the hell wound he say that ? Crazy . Then I looked at Amanda and she was like saying ' Oh My Gosh ' to me with her mouth opened wide .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Syaz go and say, " So can move up. Hahaha ! " after which he was ' paiseh ' at first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL . Actually Syaz fake one la . Siao ah . Change place with Alex can move up . Never change also will still move up right . Zen wanted to make Syaz ' paiseh ' one la . Then Becky keep on calling Syaz name 'cause want to make him ' paiseh ' . Then Zen also call Syaz in a sarcastic way and he kept quiet . What the hell !!!! I won't possibly like him okay ??? Bye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-2505193985700890033?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/2505193985700890033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=2505193985700890033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2505193985700890033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/2505193985700890033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-i-havent-post-for-period-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-5442111208105920590</id><published>2008-09-19T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:39:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was normal . Yesterday Mr Foo didn't come so we did not have lots of homework . The whole class was noisy. Then the boys were saying that the relief teacher looks like a toad as her mouth was big . So bad . But funny . Haha . Just know in school we went to computer lab to do compo corrections. The lab was so hot ! I had to stand under the air-con to get some cool air before going back to my seat . And we also got our report books. Here are my confirmed marks for prelims our of 100:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;English : 78 ( A )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maths : 81 ( A )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Malay : 92 ( A* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Science : 83 ( A )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Total : 334/400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn low . For me at least . I want higher ! Much higher !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know in school Mr Foo let us go for toilet break. Then when the people who went to the toilet came back to class, they were laughing like crazy. We were wondering what happened. They laughed because Joel pee in his shorts. Hahahahaahah !! Then the whole class started laughing. LOL ! It was just a bit . Then Mr Foo keep closing his nose and make Joel paiseh . So poor thing sey . He was like so damn embarrassed. They all so bad . That's all . I don't know what to write somemore . TTFN .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-5442111208105920590?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/5442111208105920590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=5442111208105920590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5442111208105920590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/5442111208105920590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-was-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-8482135913564933016</id><published>2008-09-16T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:14:23.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just know had injection and Health Check-Up . The injection was ok. But a while later it feels like a bit pain. Feels like how you feel when you had blue-black. Now my arm's pain. I was so happy just know while waiting for my turn for injection. BIMI was sitting down behind me . Then I went for injection and then wait for the second injection. He sat behind me again. And then he went first 'cause the nurse asked him to go first. OMG when he taking the injection, his face like ... cute ? Hmm. Dunnoe. Funny . LOL . Now I feel like laughing . Hahahaha . So after that he sit at the corner 'cause after the injection we are supposed to sit at the corner and wait for awhile . Then my turn . The oral drops taste horrible ! So after that I went to sit at the corner next to him . I sat quite a distance away 'cause 'paiseh' . Over there, it was just him and me alone ! I don't dare to look at his direction . Then I took a glance, and he was looking in front with a 'paiseh' look on his face. Then after that Tammy came . Awhile more, BIMI went out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out of the room, Becky was outside. She told me that when BIMI came out just now, she asked him, " Where's Syahirah ?" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had this confused look on his face. I was like so " Oh My Gosh ! " . But never mind . Not a big deal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I don't like BIMI anymore. But suddenly the feeling came back when I was in the Check-up room near him and I began to like him again . WTF !!! Hah ! Whatever ! I also thought he hates me . But if he hates me, why did he even bother to ask me question on msn ? As soon as I signed in, he asked . That was a few days ago .Well, I still think that he hates me . All because of Becky ! She so bad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to class and lessons as per normal. Then BIMI was asking MX a maths question 'cause he didn't know how to do . Then Becky go and shout, " Syahiraaah ! Go teach BIMI how to do . " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit . She also shouted Syaz's name. Alastair heard it and keep smiling . What the ! Oh, and just know while waiting for check-up, Syaz walked out of the room and someone asked him whether the injection's pain . He replied 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Becky go shout, " Syaaaz! Tell Syahirah it's not pain!" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the ! Later he thought I like him sey . Then he become damn happy. In fact, that's not the fact . Hmph ! Then in class Becky keep beating and poking my arm at the spot where the injection needle pierced through . Pain sia ! She also do to Xiaoyun . She's damn bad ! ( Sorry ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she also said, " I bet you will cry ! You sure cry one ! I bet it ! " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad ! But, I didn't cry at all . Freak !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On monday and tuesday, I near BIMI. Monday, during mock compo exam, Mr Foo put me sit in front of him. Then Amanda and Xiaoyun keep laughing lor. Then Nabihah give Syaz me kamus ask him pass to me, then I take from him, then they laughed again. Then on tuesday, during injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I looove the injection moment !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-8482135913564933016?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/8482135913564933016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=8482135913564933016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8482135913564933016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/8482135913564933016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-know-had-injection-and-health.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-4217663137958508480</id><published>2008-09-12T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:09:11.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the freaking PSLE Listening Comprehension. It's okay. Kinda tough . A little . Last year's easier . What the . I don't like LC . ( Shall not use the word 'hate' . ) Have to spent like 40 minutes listening to the text . Nonsense text . Hope I got ful marks . But I think I got a lot wrong . Or a bit . But I do care . I want full marks not 19 . Hmph . Oh, forget it ! I'll know how much I get on 22 November . So let's wait .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go Paris ! I'm dying to go there ! Oh My Gosh ! It's damn nice ! I wanna go there with 'sister' .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-4217663137958508480?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/4217663137958508480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=4217663137958508480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4217663137958508480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/4217663137958508480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-freaking-psle-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27809172.post-7303761088325508306</id><published>2008-09-08T18:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:02:18.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to 'SISTER' !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's Sister's Birthday . Happy Birthday Sister ! I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU ! You're the best. Just now morning I saw her after sahur wearing a green &lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt; ( I think ) and a brown &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; at Sinekuis PPT 2&lt;em&gt; .&lt;/em&gt; She's damn pretty ! I wanna give her a BIIIG HUUUUG ! I wanna go Paris with her ! LOL .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27809172-7303761088325508306?l=failure-creativity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/feeds/7303761088325508306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27809172&amp;postID=7303761088325508306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7303761088325508306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27809172/posts/default/7303761088325508306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failure-creativity.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Bte Abdul Alim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737132783980781353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
