tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16638100020624622042024-03-14T15:47:55.227+08:00Crybaby and Milo's blogThis blog is not about me,it's about the stories that I write BUT occassionally it is about ME:)Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-72787747045317900972015-08-24T09:37:00.000+08:002015-08-24T09:37:07.582+08:00Orientasi UPM<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Assalamualaikum and hi everyone!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Welcome to UPM! So before you can go to class and learn and live the full university life you gotta go through orientation.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm sorry it's just what you have to go through.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now i have to mention, orang kate orientation kat UPM teruk gile. Is it true though? I am a senior but i'm not gonna scare you or trick you or anything. This is all based on my experience, now maybe it's different now, and hey that's great. but this is how it happened in 2013. My college is KTDI. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are two orientations, orientasi universiti (official) and orientasi kolej (unofficial). Very, very different things and both of them are mandatory. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Orientasi Universiti</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the real orientation. It's the same no matter what college you're in. KTDI, Serumpun, K5 sume same. It starts a week before lecture class start. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There are strict rules for orientasi universiti, rules for the seniors not for you. For example, they have to let you sleep at 11pm, they have to let you eat at specific times, they can't disturb your sleeping time. The seniors cant bully you because they have to follow strict rules. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In KTDI, i love this orientation. We weren't tired, we get to rest in the evenings and it was all just fun and games. The seniors were very helpful and very friendly.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">taklimat kolej </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">taklimat kat dewan besar</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">we play fun games in the evenings</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">learn the college cheer</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Daftar kursus </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> A day at bukit expo <b> </b></span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Orientasi universiti lasts only for a week. And then your lecture classes will start.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And now this is where it's different based on where your college is. If you're in KTDI, K5,K10,K11 and other traditional college you have to go through orientasi kolej.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you're in Kolej serumpun then at this stage you are now free. Kolej serumpun doesn't have traditions or bondings or whatever shit you can come up with. They only have to go through the official orientation.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now for the traditional college. I'm sorry but your orientation is not over yet.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Orientasi kolej is all about tradition and bonding and seniors. The rules are not as strict or maybe they don't even exist. Because technically this orientation doesn't exist.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This is very different from the university orientation. There are no formal rules, no formal activities. Basically this is for your seniors, and it's their way of 'introducing' and 'initiating' you into the college.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I can't really tell you anything about the activities because it is different for every college. But it's all pretty much the same, i mean you have to bond with the seniors, ask them for their signatures and then you gotta do all the activities they throw at you. You know it's the whole initiation thing. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You're gonna be exhausted coz you wont get enough sleep at night and after all that you still have to go to class the next day.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then the lecturer will ask "Why do you all look so tired?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And then everyone will answer in unison "Orientation!"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's kinda funny when i think about it now. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now that's all i could say. But here's my advice on how to survive this whole college orientation experience.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Prioritize, your health is important, your safety is more important than anything.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't be rude, no matter how angry or how exhausted you are just stay calm and don't lash out at your seniors or your friends. No one is gonna benefit from that.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You're an adult, you're allowed to make your own decisions and to say no</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you can get a doctor's note or a parent's letter to excuse yourself from college activities, go and get it. I'm serious, the seniors themselves will tell you this. This is the solution to all your problems. You get a letter and you'll be excused. The seniors wanna help you, but they just need that letter. So go now, and prepare that letter.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you're being bullied please speak up, please. </span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm sorry if i scared you, i didn't mean to do that. i'm just telling you the way it happened, but like i said it might be different now. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's just orientation, it'll end soon. Back in 2013, in my orientation, it lasted for the whole semester. Because after orientasi kolej, we got orientasi floor, and then a bunch of other activities and events that are specifically for the juniors. So yeah, not really a fun first semester for me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But hey this is just my opinion, maybe you will like this kinda stuff, it's really not that bad.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now i'm in my third year studying bachelor in economics, so if you have any questions about this course then feel free to leave a comment. And i'm not in KTDI anymore, me and my friends are now staying in Serumpun. So if you have any questions about Serumpun then ask away. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Again, welcome, welcome welcome to UPM. Orientation is just one part of your university experience, other parts in UPM are just lovely. So don't let orientation ruin your university life. it's just one semester, dont worry, it'll be over before you know it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks for reading, have a good day everyone :)</span></span><br />
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Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-27966375116734840152014-05-20T19:34:00.000+08:002014-05-20T19:35:53.319+08:00I lost my best friend<p>The most loyal, cutest cat in the whole world died peacefully with my mom and dad yesterday morning. And the world seems gloomy without him.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iYIuCId23ao/U3s939hez5I/AAAAAAAAAqs/6lvLUp6RMLg/s1600-h/Image034000%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="Image034000" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="Image034000" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QmeAryVqomE/U3s95FiRL-I/AAAAAAAAAq0/5dqCoCG5Unw/Image034000_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-weABBNXlfUs/U3s96cTNgII/AAAAAAAAAq8/oBEhvkbanKM/s1600-h/Image207000%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="Image207000" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="Image207000" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2c6aCq7l2uI/U3s97mSq01I/AAAAAAAAArE/oOHWWBOtoPM/Image207000_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KwR-d7f3wWQ/U3s98urgpHI/AAAAAAAAArM/6-ZYT-eVSsM/s1600-h/Image012%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="Image012" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="Image012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Vxby_u_QV_c/U3s99gOXVkI/AAAAAAAAArU/_5Bj0uzx7O0/Image012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KikeGpk1se0/U3s9-X5UVbI/AAAAAAAAArc/kWXfXtnj8tw/s1600-h/30-08-07_2131%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="30-08-07_2131" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="30-08-07_2131" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-q4UCrjQS2OU/U3s9_cKnLuI/AAAAAAAAArk/hueWTvigdbE/30-08-07_2131_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9de6peXPljE/U3s-ABiHBwI/AAAAAAAAArs/N2UYgeqKNpY/s1600-h/DSC_0067%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_0067" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="DSC_0067" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-7fYpBIcmKMw/U3s-BTKF7DI/AAAAAAAAAr0/W07Ujf9k4us/DSC_0067_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UG844QgBO8A/U3s-CcwWJeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PkCxiE4J1OU/s1600-h/Image033%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Image033" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="Image033" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l87WL2UI1Jg/U3s-DQQFn9I/AAAAAAAAAsE/HDz073Z-KCE/Image033_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vlQnN3HmW1s/U3s-ERLwoqI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yJCzWeq8LGA/s1600-h/Image218%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Image218" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="Image218" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ml-Tk-Hosus/U3s-FlBhRhI/AAAAAAAAAsU/zkRoJBofZrI/Image218_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" height="484" /></a> </p> <p>We’ll all miss you Milo.. <3</p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-3747593858432081562014-04-13T08:31:00.001+08:002014-04-13T08:31:44.336+08:00Alternative<p>Does listening to indie music aka alternative music make you look cool? The answer is yes! Especially if the indie music you’re talking about is the ARCTIC MONKEYS. Like seriously if a guy says he likes arctic monkeys, do not hesitate, grab him and get married. Coz if you don’t you’re gonna regret it. </p> <p>So what makes indie music or anything in this genre cool? </p> <p>I mean there’s indie music, indie films and even weirder indie books. </p> <p>I hate it when people say they like indie just to sound cool, when in fact they don’t even know what indie is. </p> <p>Indie is the short form for independent. Like in case of music, indie singers or bands don’t belong to any major record companies. The songs you hear on the radio, that’s mainstream music, the opposite of indie. </p> <p>And thus that explains your confusion when i say Arctic Monkeys. Coz you’ve never heard of them before. Because their songs are not played on the radio. Well not here anyway. But that doesn’t mean they’re not good. They are waaay better. Hey they even played on the olympics opening ceremony. And they have won awards too.  And plus it adds to the cool factor because most people don’t know about them. Which makes you automatically cool when you say you like them. So do you get it now?</p> <p>1. People who like indie is cool cause not everybody knows about them. Only people who have great taste in music. </p> <p>Here’s an example:</p> <p>cool guy: Hey what kind of music do u like?</p> <p>girl:  I dunno, uh.. anything in the radio i guess. </p> <p>cool guy: oh.. i like indie. The Arctic Monkeys is my favourite band.</p> <p>girl: hahahahaha What’s arctic monkeys?</p> <p>cool guy: What?! They’re the coolest band in the world. How could you not know about it?! Do you live under a rock or something?!</p> <p>and the conversation started going downwards after that. Then finally the guy walks away with his hands in his pockets, the song Do i wanna know plays in the background.</p> <div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a6f2c436-12b8-437a-ba5f-4006c05a13c2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div id="bd383aed-39d9-4813-9671-8dc6bdfd4be3" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf1JvdomH6s" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6aZYTiF6eXA/U0natpcsyjI/AAAAAAAAAps/KwFQ1d_3Hkw/videoe1f845577472%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('bd383aed-39d9-4813-9671-8dc6bdfd4be3'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf1JvdomH6s&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf1JvdomH6s&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p>yeah you know he’s hot if this song plays in the background. </p> <p>2. people who like indie is different and unique coz they are not following the crowd. It sets them apart from everyone else.</p> <p>3. They find their own thing, their own favourite music instead of what society gives them, so you know they have their own mind, and their not afraid to be different.Which is so,so,sooooo cool.</p> <p>I am not an indie fan. I like the arctic monkeys and i like songs that aren’t in the radio, but sometimes i do listen to some songs if they are good.</p> <p>But i’m not a fan of indie films. It’s too symbolic, and i don’t get indie books either. But i do know people who read indie books are really smart. And they don’t like to waste time with meaningless things. Most of them detest entertainment. So i’m not sure i like people like that. But still most of them are cool.</p> <p>I listen to songs because of their lyrics. And the arctic monkeys songs are written by Alex turner. Wow.. I wish i cud write stories like alex turner writes lyrics. Because it’s amazing. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4O6B8FI9fC0/U0naxCL8EpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3Pid6KIPdTs/s1600-h/dec9cf80c1e866715ed479511087d5b9%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="dec9cf80c1e866715ed479511087d5b9" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="dec9cf80c1e866715ed479511087d5b9" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ShixKPiOijQ/U0na0Q1wZNI/AAAAAAAAAp8/g7QnaN4lZYI/dec9cf80c1e866715ed479511087d5b9_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="484" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4NqX0KZ06EQ/U0na2We_rAI/AAAAAAAAAqE/A6-dIOj37xA/s1600-h/fb40ae85b0432fd49eae46c9eb7801e7%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="fb40ae85b0432fd49eae46c9eb7801e7" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="fb40ae85b0432fd49eae46c9eb7801e7" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-J8aMBkbS2pk/U0na4IJ8UTI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YQJSSHGaZu0/fb40ae85b0432fd49eae46c9eb7801e7_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="484" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>So anyway my point is, it doesn’t matter what the music genre is, what matters is the songs and the lyrics. And yes, listening to indie music makes you look cool. </p> <p>So, owned languange, stating my stand, relevant points, yup dats it.. This is actually my practice text for my upcoming speaking test. And i wanna test myself on what i have learnt in BBI2423. And yeah, you know i won this discussion so suck it imaginary group members!! HAHA!</p> <p>And i’m a lil crazy because midsem break is about to end.. sooo…yeah.. </p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qIm8HzXZlyI/U0na5kDviGI/AAAAAAAAAqU/T6O3NB2IGRI/s1600-h/6aa7f5831fb2b1145849a576b78f4403%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="6aa7f5831fb2b1145849a576b78f4403" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline" border="0" alt="6aa7f5831fb2b1145849a576b78f4403" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-R7VYwns-lGA/U0na7LZwfDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rY5JZ3LcvVw/6aa7f5831fb2b1145849a576b78f4403_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="484" /></a> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>so bye for now.. till the next weird and crazy post.. </p> <p>thank you for reading.. and sorry..hahahaha</p> <p><font color="#8000ff" size="5" face="Lucida Calligraphy">farah</font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-74240669436025078032014-04-08T18:36:00.000+08:002014-04-08T21:09:29.864+08:00UPM agriculture class outing<p>Chickens, cows, lambs, fishes and horses…….</p> <p> </p> <p>Are the many things that we did NOT get to see on this farm. Although we did get to see the fishes, and ponds and lakes and lil floaty thingys. I don’t know what their called. But they look like fun!</p> <p>see this is the lil floaty thingys.. i think it’s a cage or something.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/---aNaxqCSY4/U0PSsmMBXlI/AAAAAAAAAn0/nfxUw35-gbI/s1600-h/Photo1470%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1470" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1470" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FYpC4ORk9tE/U0PStfzJDuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/iK5NGhNJsIU/Photo1470_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="516" height="362" /></a> </p> <p>Obviously we did a lot of walking and it was really, really hot outside. Makes you wish that this farm visit includes a swim in that lake. LOL</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-I1BLaS0lNPs/U0PSuJFX4YI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AWxzVF7wQPM/s1600-h/Photo1472%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1472" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1472" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sdWShagXmmw/U0PSu40vvAI/AAAAAAAAAoM/C4ZhBu1WP6o/Photo1472_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="447" height="390" /></a></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p> </p> <p>padi.. i think..  and a pic of some type of tree..with fruit in it.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uJHc9hHC-CM/U0PSvlYXdPI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rDeayqMOfDQ/s1600-h/Photo1479%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1479" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1479" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CGHwrYZTKDY/U0PSwFDUrBI/AAAAAAAAAoc/2nvH4FVzfQQ/Photo1479_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0RL9UkXYzx8/U0PSw2trHbI/AAAAAAAAAok/QRTWdw5QnM4/s1600-h/Photo1473%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1473" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1473" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TLu1uemlJ7g/U0PSxpe7nsI/AAAAAAAAAos/0_PuZ7IQQO4/Photo1473_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>Agrotechnology bio..something.. oh yeah i remember its called aeroponics. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NZg4TFAwsec/U0PSyV9TAgI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-UuKLp43EOw/s1600-h/Photo1482%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1482" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1482" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YuDxbpiuPFQ/U0PSzIK9AWI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EIFaUwpNz-8/Photo1482_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="295" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-73h5UYYI7Tg/U0PSz36UmoI/AAAAAAAAApE/_bzuVaL2SFo/s1600-h/Photo1484%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1484" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FOT39-vkH5o/U0PS0vtM0kI/AAAAAAAAApM/vJkLJtNK1z0/Photo1484_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></a>i don’t even know what that is..</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KoIEP5llOus/U0PS1KCRZ0I/AAAAAAAAApU/LtDdZNz-CL0/s1600-h/Photo1485%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo1485" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo1485" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3i2aJ9X7Hzg/U0PS1-S5F1I/AAAAAAAAApc/QwYh7iWmvxA/Photo1485_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331" /></a>  By the time i took this pic, the visit was almost over so i had already lose focus.. so don’t ask me what that is. </p> <p> </p> <p>final group picture.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>Oh wait i didn’t take any… oh well this is all i learnt in this farm visit. Yup that’s it. We’re supposed to write a report but i’m not sure how that’s possible cause most of that day was just a blur. I can’t even recall where that farm is. I just got.. distracted. </p> <p>Anyway, thanks for reading. To all UPM students, have a great mid sem break! </p> <p><font color="#800080" size="5" face="Lucida Calligraphy">farah</font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-5196802314964997702014-03-07T22:57:00.001+08:002014-03-07T22:57:38.638+08:00Anti-social<p>Assalamualaikum. Hi everyone!!! </p> <p>It’s really, really hot outside. And when it’s hot you might notice how people are on the edge lately. Small simple things can be blown up into a catastrophe that can eventually lead to world war 3. </p> <p>Small simple things like sports. In a freaking stadium. </p> <p>But that’s not what i want to talk about in this post. I want to explain and clarify the meaning of the phrase anti social.</p> <p>This coming from the person who was anti social and still is anti social now,  i guess.</p> <p>Everyone thinks their anti social. It’s cool to be anti social. But being anti social isn’t where you don’t like being in a crowd of people or you don’t like a certain group of people. Being anti social, at least for me, is that i can’t be around people and it literally brings me pain to be around too many people.</p> <p>Now being anti social doesn’t <em>necessarily</em>  mean you don’t like other people and you hate being in public places. </p> <p>In my case it’s the FEAR of being in a social situation. I get panic attacks where i literally forget how to breathe. I’m not even exaggerating right now, this has happened before, when i was in school. In the morning assembly, i felt like i was being choked, the air around me getting thinner.  </p> <p>I was like that through the whole time i was in school. My least favourite subject was recess. My favourite subject is exams. Now when i look back it sounds crazy but that’s just me being me, the anti social freak. </p> <p>In Palam there wasn’t really any time to socialize in sports or whatever. Everyone focused on tests and quizzes and exams. And that’s the way i like it. </p> <p>Now here in UPM, i am forced to deal with college life. Where there are meetings every night, and inter college sports, and inter college events and situations where you have to communicate with seniors. Not to mention orientations, university orientations and college orientations and floor orientations. Where you are forced to introduce yourself to everyone.  </p> <p>I made it through orientation, barely made it, but i survived. Now all these activities might be like leisure activities for other students where you get to have fun and laugh and i dunno sweat or something. But for me this is torture. Like if you want to get information out of me or something, just lock me in a room full of seniors from KTDI.</p> <p>Now i don’t hate people. I love people. I just hate the idea of the instability of how people behave like I think it’s scary when you’re around too many people and you can’t predict or tell what they’re gonna do. Like most people say to me “They’re just seniors, they’re just regular people, they’re not gonna eat you”</p> <p>Well in my mind they do eat people. I have an active imagination and i imagine the worst all the time. And whenever i’m out in public i have this constant real fear of the people around me suddenly turning into cannibals and vampires and eat everyone.  </p> <p>It’s like having a fear of clowns. You know the clowns will never hurt you but in your mind you have this scary image of the clown with like scary teeth and a knife in his hands. </p> <p>I get it. It’s annoying. IT’s annoying to other people and it’s annoying to me as well. But everyone is different and nobody’s perfect. The keyword is <strong>respect</strong>. </p> <p>Respect each other. If you think your friend is anti social, help her or him. I promise you that an anti social person have no intention of being arrogant or mean or snobbish. I want to help, i want to be involved in activities but sometimes i can’t get over that fear. And it does not help if you lash out at me and accuse me of being selfish. It’s not nice for you to do that. </p> <p>I respect a social person. I get how bad you feel when there’s no one around to talk to you. Being alone is like something you can’t stand and can’t even bear to think about. I don’t really get it but i respect you. I respect that everyone is different. That crippled, lonely, depressed feeling you get when you’re alone, it’s painful for you. So i get how you want to be involved in activities. </p> <p>But please i beg of you respect me as an anti social person, try to understand how i feel when you put me in a social situation. I know there will come a time when i have to do these things, and i will, but in special cases where i am given a choice, i will take the choice that involves very little contact with other people. Like in the case of sports.I’d rather not join it. </p> <p>I get that its a weakness and it’s ridiculous and it might also seems childish to have such an outrageous behaviour. But being anti social also has its perks. My best writing comes out whenever i’m in a social situation.Writing is my coping mechanism and also sometimes my defense mechanism. </p> <p>Tips on how to deal with anti social people</p> <p>1.<strong> Be gentle.</strong> </p> <p>Don’f force them to do something that they don’t want to do, or yell at them. It’s like the person is bungee jumping. The worst thing you could do is push them. What you can do is try and coax them or i dunno do whatever it is you can to assure them that there’s nothing to be afraid of.</p> <p>2.<strong>Leave them</strong></p> <p>sometimes anti social people just want to be alone. To just breathe and let go of everything. So just leave them be. </p> <p>3.<strong>Don’t ask them why they are alone</strong></p> <p>just don’t ask. </p> <p>Ok so i hope now you understand. I know it’s not good to be anti social and i’m trying to change, but at a very slow pace. Another thing about anti social people is they can change but if you push  them too much they go back into their shell. Like a hermit crab or a turtle.</p> <p>Anyway thanks for reading. Have a great weekend. :)</p> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="5" face="Lucida Handwriting">Farah</font></p> <p><font color="#00ff00" size="5" face="Lucida Handwriting"> </font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-21262025695123565802014-01-09T17:54:00.000+08:002014-01-27T16:32:50.615+08:00What happened??<p>This post is dedicated to everyone who has been asked this weird  question by your friends. </p> <p>It was the orientation week in UPM. And i met this girl she was my old friend in school and i was happy to see her cuz i haven’t seen her in a while. So then i asked her what course are you taking and then she said major in ‘science’. I can’t remember the exact name of the course but i’m sure it was something scientific. Then she asked me back what course i’m taking. And then i answered degree in economics. She smiled not knowing how to react and then the conversation ended because the program was about to start or something. </p> <p>That night in the dewan besar UPM. She sat in the row in front of me. I noticed her there and said hi. Then i don’t remember why the question suddenly came up but then she turned and asked me “Farah what happened?”</p> <p>She was clearly asking why i’m not taking science anymore and why i got thrown to the faculty of economics of all the places. A simple question but it’s not the question that was bugging me it was your face and your tone of voice. </p> <p>As if she’s saying <em>what happened to you Farah? You were a bright, smart student in school with a bright future ahead of you. Did something happen to you in PALAM? Did your grades go down because you got involved with some shady people and got distracted by a cute guy or something? OR have you just gone stupid?  It must’ve been a really bad spiral because you’re not even in the science stream anymore. </em></p> <p>So then i answered “Well i didn’t really get a good CGPA in foundation so i could only qualify for this” </p> <p>Then she nodded her head and smiled then we continued talking and stuff. But that question she asked have been bugging me ever since. And the way i answered didn’t really help. So now i want to clear the air and explain myself.</p> <p><font size="4">Firstly</font>, i just want to say nothing happened to me. </p> <p>I didn’t get distracted and i didn’t get involved with shady people. Yes i failed some of my subjects but that’s because i didn’t understand them, but not because i got distracted. </p> <p>And <font size="4">secondly</font> i decided to get out of the science stream before the second semester started. Not because of my CGPA. Because i was miserable. I didn’t want to be in the science stream anymore. And i can’t imagine myself working in some lab or in a hospital doing research or whatever. So i consulted my mom about getting out of the science stream and she was okay with it.</p> <p>And now i’m glad that i got offered this course because i’m loving it. I love to learn about consumer behaviour theory and the supply and demand curve and i find it interesting.</p> <p><font size="4">Thirdly</font>, i don’t think all those years studying science was a waste now that i’m studying economics. My lecturer said that science students usually do well in economics because their brains have been trained for analysing stuff. So it will be useful when you’re trying to tackle economic questions that requires you to do critical analysis. </p> <p>And besides my time in PALAM was the best time of my life. I gained knowledge and valuable experience. <strong>And best of all i made friends and they’re the best and they haven’t asked me silly questions like “what happened to you Farah?” </strong></p> <p>And lastly i don’t think it’s fair to say that i’ve gone stupid because i’m  no longer in the science stream. Economic students are smart, i mean most of them got 4 flat in their exams even the ones with the science background. And the syllabus for matrics and foundation are different. I’m saying they have different difficulty levels. ok i’m just going to leave it at that. </p> <p>So the point is when you make a decision consult your parents because they have lived longer and they know you well and just follow your heart. Don’t make the mistake of making a decision based on what others might think of you. Like choosing to apply for a science course even though you don’t like it and it’ll make you miserable just because you were worried about what others might think of if you choose something else. It’s your life and people will comment but at the end of the day its still your life.</p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-86601106627506921942013-08-26T16:42:00.001+08:002014-01-09T16:30:07.796+08:00UPM i’m already here!!<p><font size="3">Assalamualaikum.. </font></p> <p><font size="3">hehe memang lame gile x update cam dh nk tutup dh blog ny.. jgn tegur lah pasal tu. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Anyway i am happy to tell you that next week i will be going to upm to further my studies! yay! I got offered degree in economics. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Memang upm dekat gile dgn rumah so nk ckp upm i’m coming pon pelik cos technically i’m already here. </font></p> <p><font size="3">I am grateful for this amazing opportunity to study a different subject coz being in science just did not work for me. So in a way this is sort of like an escape route out of the science stream. And that’s just awesome.</font><font size="3">There is a risk but every course has its difficulties.</font></p> <p><font size="3">Sebenarnya bukan nk ckp pasal upm or economics i just want to tell you something that’s really bugging me right now. </font></p> <p><font size="3">You know i have a fear of making new friends because i’m terrified of turning back into that  weird girl in school whom for some reason no one wants to talk to. </font></p> <p><font size="3">This did not happen in palam when i was studying foundation in science. I had real friends and they actually want to hang out and talk to me. I never went to the cafe to eat alone, i always had friends with  me.  I was really happy about that.  I was no longer the anti social girl anymore. And people did not avoid me like i have some kind of highly contagious flesh eating bacteria. </font></p> <p><font size="3">So i’m really hoping and praying that in UPM i will have friends like in Palam. Because the last thing i want is to be the friendless girl sitting in the cafeteria alone.</font></p> <p><font size="3">But lately i’m noticing a pattern.  I started to reconnect with the people from school on facebook like on their facebook group and <font size="4">stuff</font>. But whenever i post something like a simple question like ‘who here has a twitter account’, the post is seen by almost everyone but no one responds to it. So i was optimistic maybe they were busy or they just didn’t notice that post. but then just recently i saw that this certain classmate in school got into upm too when he posted a question on upm’s facebook group. </font></p> <p><font size="3">So i commented on his post just to be polite and say hi to a fellow upm newbie. But then that ‘classmate’ replied and acknowledged everyone else  who commented but me. Except me. So my comment just remains there without anyone responding to it. It’s like i’m a crazy fangirl who’s posting on harry styles’s twitter acount. It’s embarassing and just pathetic. </font></p> <p><font size="3">But you do get it right? It’s like everyone in my previous school got a memo that says please ignore farahatun najihah coz she’s a crazy, freaky  chick that will cling to you forever. So i’m worried that in UPM there will be lots of people from my previous school and they will send out this imaginary memo to everyone else. Then i’ m doomed to turn back into that anti social girl who no one dares to make eye contact with! </font></p> <p><font size="3">All i can do is pray and hope for the best. </font></p> <p><font size="3">But maybe there’s a slight chance that i’m just being paranoid. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Coz i still have one friend that’s still talking to me and she’s from my previous school. (hai yan!! ) </font></p> <p><font size="3">I really hope I’ll be able to make new friends and they won’t think i’m crazy. </font></p> <p><font size="3">I really hope i’m just imagining things. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Anyway you’ll hear from me soon, right after orientation is over, with loads of pictures with my new friends, i hope. </font></p> <p><font color="#ff0080" size="5" face="Rage Italic">Farah</font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-53525122173027591152013-05-19T16:54:00.000+08:002013-05-19T16:58:23.529+08:00Minggu Destini Siswa-UiTM Puncak Alam<p><font size="3">Sape dapat asasi sains puncak alam angkat tangan!!</font></p> <p><font size="3"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gKy0KE6EyC0/UZiTw3bfjvI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Ytkvt0yPTCQ/s1600-h/child-raising-hand%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="child-raising-hand" border="0" alt="child-raising-hand" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-dwtE7cqSz18/UZiTx7cZrGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UUZP10riN-Y/child-raising-hand_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" height="206" /></a> </font></p> <p><font size="3">Well congrats cuz u r one step closer to fulfilling your dream of becoming a doctor, or a dentist, or a psychologist or whatever you want. </font></p> <p><font size="3"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qwv6e1VrN1U/UZiT1bNiaRI/AAAAAAAAAig/8k53ioa-YJg/s1600-h/022%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="022" border="0" alt="022" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-X5AzsAdfi3s/UZiT3-k78aI/AAAAAAAAAio/1r-Rq3y26KU/022_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="420" /></a>  </font></p> <p><font size="3">Ok so bile tgk surat tawaran tu, tgk sampai habis you notice something weird. ‘minggu destini siswa…</font></p> <p><font size="3">minggu destini siswa.. </font></p> <p><font size="3">pastu try google ape bende minggu destini siswa ny..</font></p> <p><font size="3">well lucky for you! you’ve come to the right place. I am going to tell you the truth about minggu destini siswa (MDS). This is the week that you’ll remember for the rest of your life in PALAM(puncak alam).. and i’m not sure if that’s a good thing.. </font></p> <p><font size="3">1.</font><font color="#ff80c0" size="5"><strong><em> Pemakaian</em></strong></font></p> <p><font size="3"><strong>Perasmian MDS</strong>-pakai baju kurung sekolah je senang.. ramai org pakai baju sekolah nnt… pastu pakai ngn kain hitam. tp klu xde, jgn nangis.. xkene marah pon. nnt PM akan suruh pakai baju yg colour cerah atau paling hampir ngn putih.. </font></p> <p><font size="3"><strong>Formal clothing</strong>- kemeja for boys and baju kurung for girls.. you’ll be wearing this the whole week except perasmian taim hari kedua or ketiga MDS.. </font></p> <p><font size="3"><strong>baju sukan</strong>- waktu taim my mds dulu die kate girls xboleh pakai t shirt putih. Tapi just bawak je lah baju tu, Just to be safe. </font></p> <p><font size="3">2. </font><font color="#800040" size="5"><strong><em>PM (fasilitator)</em></strong></font></p> <p><font size="3">Omg! Where do i start. Ok.. Diorang sume tu baik.. lah jugak.. Pastu they kinda are like your brothers and sisters….. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Tp xdelah sgt.. Based on my experience.. They’re just typical seniors. They do what seniors do. And my advice and please listen to me. STAY UNDER THE RADAR. Jangan buat diorang marah. Kunci rumah jgn hilangkan, jgn main handphone, jgn hilangkan bende2 yg die bagik korang.. Even if its just a pen, Do not lose it. </font></p> <p><font size="3">And just a heads up. Korang memang confirm akan kene marah yang gila dahsyat punye taim MDS ny.. I think it’s in the program. Tapi kene marah ramai2.. So xde lah terasa sgt.. Die just tengking sikit je.. Jgn risau. Mase taim my MDS dulu kitorang kene marah sebab x ikut arahan…kot. </font></p> <p><font size="3"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Xh9u3LemFuo/UZiT4irSUrI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8WZe6DR6M70/s1600-h/Teacher-yelling-at-Student-e1297212530322%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Teacher-yelling-at-Student-e1297212530322" border="0" alt="Teacher-yelling-at-Student-e1297212530322" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jO2eU1Ss-ec/UZiT5kcLo3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Mhd_spgUyPk/Teacher-yelling-at-Student-e1297212530322_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="459" height="470" /></a> </font></p> <p><font size="3">3.</font><font color="#00ff80" size="5">Things u need</font></p> <p><font size="3">-Mineral water bring as many as you can carry, minimart xbleh masuk taim MDS nnt kene marah, plus you’ll be there from 6am to 11pm, so trust me you’ll need water.</font></p> <p><font size="3">-Comfy shoes- sneakers and black flats.. oh and bring extra socks too.. </font></p> <p><font size="3">-Ubat panadol utk pening kepala (tp kat palam ad klinik so xpayah risau)</font></p> <p><font size="3">-Plaster- sbb nnt kaki akan melecet sebab banyak sangat jalan. Ny baru jalan je nnt bile dh start turun naik legendary stairs tu kasut tahan 2 minggu je pastu dah koyak2.IThat’s why budak palam memang banyak kasut. </font></p> <p><font size="3">-A pillow.. for you to sleep on mase taklimat that seem to last forever. hahahaha i’m just kidding</font></p> <p><font size="3"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mcwHok0Krjs/UZiT6aqEUwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/lYt9pf2FZes/s1600-h/Ballerina-Flat-Shoes%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Ballerina-Flat-Shoes" border="0" alt="Ballerina-Flat-Shoes" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-JHiu5Ny9_mQ/UZiT7G-sw-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/mnY9_gANL48/Ballerina-Flat-Shoes_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" height="470" /></a> </font></p> <p><font size="3">4. </font><font color="#00ffff" size="5" face="Arial Black"><strong><em>Activities</em></strong></font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Isi borang berjemaah</strong>-the seniors were very helpful in this activity, diorang terangkan sebijik2 and from a to z.. Pastu kalau korang tersalah isi borang ke, atau terlupa nak sahkan salinan atau ape2 problem pon just ask them and they will help.</font></p> <p><font size="3">FYI borang-borang yang kene isi tu banyak, antaranya borang medical checkup, borang elaun asasi, borang kolej and etc. </font></p> <p><font size="3">And you need banyak salinan sume tu, so make sure yang tu ade. </font></p> <p><font size="3">And satu lagik surat tawaran jangan lupe print.</font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Submit borang</strong>- nnt korang kene beratur and masuk dewan kat tingkat atas tu untuk hantar borang kat pegawai yang berkenaan. kalau betul selesailah masalah borang, tapi kalau tak lengkap borang tu nnt korang kene buat balik semula, lengkapkan apa yang patut.</font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Aerobik</strong>- lompat-lompat pastu tarik nafas. Simple je. </font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Makan</strong>- makan ialah taim yang paling seronok dalam MDS ny. Mase tu bleh tarik nafas kejap. Tapi kejap je sebab die bagik 10 minit je untuk makan. Serious. X tipu. Kadang-kadang 5 minit je. So jangan tercekik pulak kat situ. </font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Taklimat</strong>-taklimat kolej, taklimat isi borang, taklimat polis bantuan, taklimat motivasi pasal sejarah uitm, taklimat i learn and many, many, many more. </font></p> <p><font size="3">-belajar lagu uitm</font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Penutup MDS</strong>- Ny pon best jugak sebab it means MDS is over. Nnnt sume brkumpul kat padang malam tu pastu diorang pasang projector and screen tu and korang tgk lah video candid sepanjang MDS. (might be a vid of you snoring and sleeping mase taklimat)</font></p> <p><font size="3">-<strong>Palam tour</strong>- Taim my MDS dulu yg ny x sempat buat so buat sendiri je slps MDS habis which is better i think. </font></p> <p><font color="#ff0080" size="5"><strong><em><u>After MDS</u></em></strong></font></p> <ul> <li><font size="3">Get to know ur lecture group.. Yay!!!! </font></li> <li><font size="3">Try to find ur group members. </font></li> <li><font size="3">get the lecture schedule. </font></li> <li><font size="3">Start lecture classes!!! </font></li> </ul> <p><font size="3">Ok so good luck sume yg nak masuk palam , i know you’ll love everything about palam. The subjects are difficult but you’re in a great environment surrounded with great and awesome friends. And as for MDS don’t worry too much bcoz it only lasts for 3 to 4 days and it’s not that bad really. Hey look at me i survived it so u can to. And plus it creates precious memories to hold on to for the rest of your lives. </font></p> <p><font size="3">That’s all from me now. Thanks for reading :) </font></p> <p><font size="3">And for more posts about palam from me read the posts with the tag palam.. </font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-YJBixA03dNI/UZiT7nX-7dI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YXSAsTv36GA/s1600-h/024%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="024" border="0" alt="024" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Slj_k37xzWI/UZiT8eAioaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/c5z2lYtj7-Y/024_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="420" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-V3X2cQoFi64/UZiT8wNAX9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/zSB5AzMLPEM/s1600-h/028%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="028" border="0" alt="028" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-AAOeZT4KEpM/UZiT9gYI5rI/AAAAAAAAAjo/SsHYk6eTelo/028_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="420" /></a> </p> <p><font size="3"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-w5jqurfAziY/UZiT-G-DbPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/l685DOK8LIQ/s1600-h/031%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="031" border="0" alt="031" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KZDYr4G2kCs/UZiT-rF8d1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/xGkQoDBwDEY/031_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="296" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vjoiXVkmfxM/UZiT_Oe_h4I/AAAAAAAAAkA/nD53q4DZpwA/s1600-h/026%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="026" border="0" alt="026" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7swZ-APxBEc/UZiUBh1N2mI/AAAAAAAAAkI/xgbf_i-dRBw/026_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="296" /></a> </font></p> <p><font size="3"></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tjAlT5l3hvw/UZiUCBppX-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FYgQM2UEUyQ/s1600-h/Photo0987%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0987" border="0" alt="Photo0987" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DVmtE-cW_XM/UZiUCwz-fYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/sh1dicZdP0k/Photo0987_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="296" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YNHETCurjIg/UZiUDZgNY4I/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZR6N4XhiM28/s1600-h/Photo0990%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0990" border="0" alt="Photo0990" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Spf7VLLhl9c/UZiUEG7PGhI/AAAAAAAAAko/P0rqzE19t4A/Photo0990_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="296" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aVKmIUcrDCU/UZiUHBUUqzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Mtu7jTqQHXE/s1600-h/Photo0706%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0706" border="0" alt="Photo0706" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3XeVdn0unJY/UZiUHvTvf0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/AJaby0Pm-Fc/Photo0706_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="470" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MSppLwznV28/UZiUIfe7U6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/v9dm9womI3I/s1600-h/Photo0709%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0709" border="0" alt="Photo0709" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XFsgp4p6Swo/UZiUI-oy0nI/AAAAAAAAAlI/IxoJqqHXYuA/Photo0709_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="470" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DSZuC_kWGec/UZiUJYkvUQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KZUS4S2LBLE/s1600-h/Photo0781%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0781" border="0" alt="Photo0781" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2Z44kQ-idvM/UZiUKGYBMaI/AAAAAAAAAlY/td3F3moW4YA/Photo0781_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="470" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HodZqZVCyZY/UZiUK-Qv8EI/AAAAAAAAAlg/F1PvYjjiztQ/s1600-h/Photo0783%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0783" border="0" alt="Photo0783" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6uA4R8uIaS4/UZiULQ2Ya8I/AAAAAAAAAlo/MMozJEOHOxc/Photo0783_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="620" height="470" /></a> empty chairs waiting for the new batch of Palamians..</p> <p><font size="3"> </font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-15827107490965038092013-03-23T14:59:00.000+08:002013-03-23T15:01:40.450+08:00Last group project..<p>So okay last sem we did a <a href="http://crybabyandmilo.blogspot.com/2012/10/bio-video-presentation.html">bio video</a> but for this sem we were told to make a pretty poster.. Yay!! But it’s gonna be the last group project for this sem and like ever.. </p> <p>Kumpul kat raff aritu kul 8pm and start working on this poster. We had to make one about the respiratory system.. </p> <p>OK I’m done talking let’s see some pictures..</p> <p><font size="3" face="Arial Black">Creative directors hard at work…</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ll0DlYiU9F0/UU1S_r5cRcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/E5pX_7Fk0FY/s1600-h/Photo09343.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0934" border="0" alt="Photo0934" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SaljIFfx8sM/UU1TBBnA47I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Rq6meH2Q6-I/Photo0934_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0935" border="0" alt="Photo0935" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-JsO29gWx384/UU1TBrRNdSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b-n2sCiPxxw/Photo0935_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4">Ajk makanan dan minuman..</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DLyDaogGiaY/UU1TCMOnWoI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IrjDcGHsdNU/s1600-h/Photo0949%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0949" border="0" alt="Photo0949" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--E2J9EvBjJc/UU1TCm_XNDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FOVSfN-fYmc/Photo0949_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UIRoXeq_vCg/UU1TDk78XgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/z4p_AGGrn5M/s1600-h/Photo0948%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0948" border="0" alt="Photo0948" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7N3Q6ch5mXo/UU1TEGstxeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k5B_jCj8z2Y/Photo0948_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p> </p> <p><font size="3" face="Arial Black">start working on poster..</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-IF9Cp7UK8fY/UU1TEju5FzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/19cpAuKLq-0/s1600-h/Photo0937%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0937" border="0" alt="Photo0937" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-E1REKSH7lSc/UU1TE2DTiSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Cygm-gEU_6g/Photo0937_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iNP2vTTR1as/UU1TFinRsDI/AAAAAAAAAck/G43eg8zIluw/s1600-h/Photo0950%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0950" border="0" alt="Photo0950" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lo2pm-14FpE/UU1TGHZObCI/AAAAAAAAAcs/WjsbnGNFa-Y/Photo0950_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> </p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-A_yRacBcvXw/UU1TG_pNy8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/8zXqJ3tIw4o/s1600-h/Photo0958%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0958" border="0" alt="Photo0958" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SN2kTvUvIKs/UU1THQI-i6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/SLe5GQpaihA/Photo0958_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-s91tPPnYRsE/UU1TH0RH-4I/AAAAAAAAAdE/T2hxZEXuJuo/s1600-h/Photo0967%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0967" border="0" alt="Photo0967" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-vTBWEBr2PtY/UU1TIpoFyTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2efKdDPlaxY/Photo0967_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> <p></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sQ275dZVQJE/UU1TJaeROEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/nLx34tjbjEw/s1600-h/Photo0985%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0985" border="0" alt="Photo0985" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Cz2fEhpziRA/UU1TJvrsOGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nQtMZyLcB7M/Photo0985_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iTCXS1medow/UU1TKhDHfeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xSO8Iui_Qzk/s1600-h/Photo0984%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0984" border="0" alt="Photo0984" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-WnWh9uAq4SI/UU1TMIwPqoI/AAAAAAAAAds/YGlOzWM4trs/Photo0984_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"></a> </p> <p><font size="4">Sleepy faces..</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Fl_LbZvtfag/UU1TMjAQTBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/TVX3OkEeYxM/s1600-h/Photo0968%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0968" border="0" alt="Photo0968" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-cdZUr4Lyz6E/UU1TM_9xEVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NA_Z-QQJ-yU/Photo0968_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZNgHi3mPciI/UU1TNZgk1LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/A8l9i78ZNT8/s1600-h/Photo0971%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0971" border="0" alt="Photo0971" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xelxrrTfaME/UU1TN4C9GYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DpIP1L5WOuc/Photo0971_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QiGsAmZVfao/UU1TOFjd3UI/AAAAAAAAAeU/fGGefRNT9AI/s1600-h/Photo0969%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0969" border="0" alt="Photo0969" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-K-6l_CJEhXo/UU1TPECwopI/AAAAAAAAAec/fngvU7TTq9M/Photo0969_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3Vt37TCB2hE/UU1TPy69XsI/AAAAAAAAAek/5sGlGIYZyzg/s1600-h/Photo0979%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0979" border="0" alt="Photo0979" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fuyaAxdFXrk/UU1TQXi1HzI/AAAAAAAAAes/c_vefhYEOPg/Photo0979_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3JXxtyrr4fY/UU1TRBJlymI/AAAAAAAAAe0/7PnMZA-pmwU/s1600-h/Photo0975%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0975" border="0" alt="Photo0975" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-imsYmCWJqH0/UU1TRkDFtqI/AAAAAAAAAe8/biPvaAcvNVI/Photo0975_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-I_ixOcz0NRg/UU1TSRhd3II/AAAAAAAAAfE/igEGIchcQ3c/s1600-h/Photo0974%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0974" border="0" alt="Photo0974" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K5yt1FptPck/UU1TTBfWRUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/FJk5fB1Zyyo/Photo0974_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Arial Black">Group photo!!!</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sa0r4Hxi9zE/UU1TT75W8gI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ZizdsuqH7qE/s1600-h/Photo0978%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Photo0978" border="0" alt="Photo0978" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8p7d5tiDWi8/UU1TUXJfqqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GZewdB0nNzQ/Photo0978_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>We did it! Good job everyone! </p> <p>So that’s it, the poster has been submitted and it’s done. </p> <p>No more group projects after this…</p> <p>No more lab, no more lecture and tutorial.. </p> <p>This is so sad.. ugh! I promise myself i wouldn’t cry…</p> <p>Anyway thanks for reading and good luck for finals..</p> <p>where the hell are the box of tissues when you need one!</p> <p><strong><font color="#80ffff" size="6" face="Rage Italic">FARAH</font></strong></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-65043482707761389802013-03-22T18:57:00.001+08:002013-03-22T18:57:39.060+08:00Lab rat psycho-Episode 1<p><strong>New story!! Tapi sambungan die after habis asasi baru bleh post sbb skrg sibuk ngn final.. Be patient, okay.. </strong> <p><strong>For now this is what i can give you. I got the inspiration for this story in the lab when everyone were dissecting rats. I say they because i wasn’t involved, i just watched from a safe distance.. </strong> <p><strong>So happy reading.. Don’t forget to leave a comment..</strong> <p><font size="5" face="Chiller">Lab Rat Psycho</font> <p>“What’s going on??” a guy said when he noticed a crowd in front of the biology lab. <p>“We’re dissecting rats today” his friend, Jimmy said over excitedly. “Too big of a crowd for that, I’m sure there’s something else.” His friend replied. <p>“Wait a sec. Is that police tape?” Emma pointed to the tape surrounding the lab. <p>The crowd started to dissipate and that’s when they found out what the fuss was all about. <p>“Back it up. Nothing to see here. This is none of your business.” Said one of the officers. <p>“Excuse me but we have to use the lab today. We’re dissecting rats.” Said Cassandra who has been talking about dissecting rats since last week. <p>“Lab is cancelled until further notice.” The officer said and then he turned around and closed the doors. <p>“What was that about?” asked Emma. <p>“Uh, Emma this might answer your question.” said Casey pointing to the window where you can see the inside of the lab. <p>It was like a scene from CSI. There’s blood everywhere and the broken glass all over the floor. And the worst part is the body in the middle of the room right on the lab counter. <p>“So the legend is true. But I thought the killer was already in jail.” <p>“Yeah but he could’ve broke out of jail and come back here to kill again.” <p>“Huh? Wait who’s the killer?” Emma asked getting confused. <p>Then they all turned to stare at Emma and made a face that basically asked her if she had been living under a rock. <p>“The lab rat psycho. He’s a serial killer.” answered Cassandra. “A few years back he was a student here just like us and he was obsessed with biology and specifically the dissection part. He was cuckoo in the head. So during the rat dissection week, every night he would hang around the lab grab some unlucky victim, put a chloroform to his/her mouth and then…” <p>“What? What happens next? Tell me!” Emma shouted. <p>“He puts him on the table and then he dissects his victims like a lab rat. Tore up his skin and just stare at all the internal organs.” She continued. <p>“But relax we’ll be safe as long as we don’t go out at night.” said Casey comforting Emma. “Uh, yeah but we have night classes this week, remember.” said Cassandra. <p>“It’s fine. Nothing like that will ever happen to us and plus the police are already on it.” explained Casey. <p>“Yeah, you’re right.” said Emma breathing a sigh of relief. <p>Little did they know the killer already had eyes on all of them and he is ready to strike again. <p><font size="4" face="Arial Black"><strong>TO BE CONTINUED…</strong></font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-31039263240049627702013-03-09T23:53:00.001+08:002013-03-09T23:53:43.497+08:00Cooking club- Jualan amal Gaza<p>We cook, we sell and the profits go to charity. Need i say more?</p> <p>Nothing like the smell of caramel pudding in the morning.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ytxU32aTA-Q/UTtawH32yTI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1dgVxALRiYk/s1600-h/Photo08064.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0806" border="0" alt="Photo0806" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3_Ko2ybzjsQ/UTtaws33IHI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HinruLIYEBU/Photo0806_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-OCAPORokAHs/UTtaxXMJFJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0cuMWK5tgPc/s1600-h/Photo08093.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0809" border="0" alt="Photo0809" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pExeWHAutRQ/UTtax0hHQgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/r38Z5siPEOk/Photo0809_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NEpwgWtIa4A/UTtaymsmviI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b8dEWnmKEmo/s1600-h/Photo08143.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0814" border="0" alt="Photo0814" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-s1WYBBs3vxw/UTtazVliDnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/D-diX1ILdxM/Photo0814_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZQYR4EB5bOI/UTtaz5ij0NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/cssFdi2cs20/s1600-h/Photo08124.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0812" border="0" alt="Photo0812" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wETaiwHQjG0/UTta0rSHPaI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mHkpqMXN31A/Photo0812_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Showcard Gothic">Milkshake Making experts</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6ORsidZk8fo/UTta1bH2lJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-_OSeFWWTPQ/s1600-h/Photo08196.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0819" border="0" alt="Photo0819" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BBWNi0kBWSA/UTta1-WTQDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LjBO_rzevQE/Photo0819_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HBW_Zi88GYM/UTta2alJ3KI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0HzZTcvvFCE/s1600-h/Photo08203.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0820" border="0" alt="Photo0820" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fVzVoLmYDbA/UTta3DHgLnI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QAXa4bxrGzY/Photo0820_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0eBN6VkyXS4/UTta3-JMpWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9XUJCS9tRCo/s1600-h/Photo08224.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0822" border="0" alt="Photo0822" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-aHGUoIQkDrc/UTta4Wqg0mI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hG6w8L8sWWw/Photo0822_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p>Our stall was surrounded by hungry customers..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kpn_tcSCwTs/UTta5OrcxgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VtSNt87kCx4/s1600-h/Photo08254.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0825" border="0" alt="Photo0825" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NFYR8h0uuHU/UTta5p2mEdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ALPK8bzBLx4/Photo0825_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DmkSs4PXaBU/UTta6VaCKaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vX65xBkKf0w/s1600-h/Photo08174.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0817" border="0" alt="Photo0817" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-U-Uch9B1tZ8/UTta6whPc0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E5GnB6xfcl8/Photo0817_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><font color="#ff80ff" size="4" face="Cooper Black">Awesome salesgirl making sales..</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KDU_VxHK1So/UTta7nszPkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bloUs0zTztw/s1600-h/Photo08343.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0834" border="0" alt="Photo0834" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-IM0wP2xAMJc/UTta8DXxUqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tayfcJmbpmM/Photo0834_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KbnA__lEfJI/UTta8n6vzCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/088OYpNpEA8/s1600-h/Photo08433.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0843" border="0" alt="Photo0843" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hQuwQp2Jv-w/UTta9cBedsI/AAAAAAAAAac/giA_cTb7ahU/Photo0843_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_mVbWN6BBts/UTta96Rnc5I/AAAAAAAAAak/R1Gly98QoeI/s1600-h/Photo08334.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0833" border="0" alt="Photo0833" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-H9jJZJaElYM/UTta-pZBVqI/AAAAAAAAAas/kcTVyZhWs7U/Photo0833_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4">Lastly..</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hyzFpIQagMM/UTta_TPpy2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/h9R_AVMQLIA/s1600-h/Photo08354.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0835" border="0" alt="Photo0835" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9-KG-tK2dwk/UTtbANWTltI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qDITUC2_3Vg/Photo0835_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><font size="5" face="Century Gothic"><strong>Ajk kewangan kira keuntungan..</strong></font></p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4"></font> </p> <p><font size="3">So, I just want to say thank you to everyone for all your hard work put into making this charity sale a success. Because of you lots of money will be donated to charity so give yourselves a pat on the back. </font></p> <p><font size="3">and i wanna say SORRY if i ever wronged you cooking club members in any way. Really, really sorry and i hope that we will stay friends long after foundation science is over. :D</font></p> <p><font size="3">and also good luck for finals.. :)</font></p> <p><font size="3"></font> </p> <p><font size="4">One last picture..</font></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GIpgOsYc7U4/UTtbA55azaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/W4dG5ok7J_0/s1600-h/Photo08445.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Photo0844" border="0" alt="Photo0844" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OoF6IwK4IOw/UTtbBjFKpnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eTeROwbE1gA/Photo0844_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><font size="4">Ini kes terlebih rajin..</font></p> <p><font size="4"></font> </p> <p><font size="3">Thanks for reading..</font></p> <p><strong><em><font color="#800040" size="6" face="Rage Italic"></font></em></strong> </p> <p><strong><em><font color="#800040" size="6" face="Rage Italic">Farah</font></em></strong></p> <p><font size="4"></font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-83748703247154209052013-03-09T23:46:00.000+08:002013-03-09T23:47:50.339+08:00Cooking club- club activities<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zanG7sCWRfc/UTtZZR7OvXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lpM3OZAT1EI/s1600-h/DSC_0635_0025.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC_0635_002" border="0" alt="DSC_0635_002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tBuITWCdjdw/UTtZaEmgg2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/4EyG-GJOhyY/DSC_0635_002_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="1044" height="788"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-aP6nDiXxIcA/UTtZaztvyjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TuW3-nLN6Uc/s1600-h/Photo02213.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0221" border="0" alt="Photo0221" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UdMrkq_UoOc/UTtZbjgismI/AAAAAAAAAVM/rAo5RrJCDRU/Photo0221_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7mBcJxLYqa8/UTtZcSaEZxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BJl88hyRWGM/s1600-h/Photo02223.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0222" border="0" alt="Photo0222" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nS-h9llES-8/UTtZdBc_vuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-RAGGO5clII/Photo0222_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qtPdtedyvOY/UTtZd13kCXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TXBO0F12bDc/s1600-h/Photo02184.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0218" border="0" alt="Photo0218" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-c9VMBsk3jUU/UTtZeidce4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/dKr9ahxcDVc/Photo0218_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-nCzRQgbLaTY/UTtZfejWi3I/AAAAAAAAAV0/u_I51bt_8bU/s1600-h/Photo02194.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0219" border="0" alt="Photo0219" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--dS9ol_eICo/UTtZf62n3aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/oibd17x0KtI/Photo0219_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><font size="5" face="Bodoni MT Black"><strong>Cooking club aka eating club</strong></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BAzUtFJTYcI/UTtZgX9VdXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FP4VrL2pzgk/s1600-h/Photo02244.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; 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display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0231" border="0" alt="Photo0231" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rkrqFwsya6c/UTtZlPjx9rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GnBG2SPQDCk/Photo0231_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Vcq2aJ1Dap0/UTtZl-MMDLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dlAm-f8CvAU/s1600-h/Photo07384.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0738" border="0" alt="Photo0738" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rr4b_C_v7-E/UTtZmrGfBwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nQHNyAsJNZo/Photo0738_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ad0tmgjcaWs/UTtZnd-AnMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jGZE4RI2PS8/s1600-h/Photo07413.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0741" border="0" alt="Photo0741" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lGPd26672ec/UTtZn7piJEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/X-QhOVgeEnU/Photo0741_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8vNP1lruAQM/UTtZoi4k-lI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Urw4kqEgKZw/s1600-h/Photo07403.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0740" border="0" alt="Photo0740" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_5tpzDSk4Bc/UTtZpKwNQvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/x-4LFp7wAmo/Photo0740_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a></p> <p>Oh how i love candid photos.. :D</p> <p>Anyway thanks for reading…</p> <p><strong><em><font color="#00ff00" size="5" face="Rage Italic">Farah</font></em></strong></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-87179340495664394602013-03-03T20:28:00.000+08:002013-03-03T20:36:28.507+08:00Truth or dare<p>Yersterday the whole class of e8 (minus 5 people) went to pd for our class trip. It was awesome!! The hotel was okay for a budget hotel. There was a pool and a slide and everything so that was cool. Overall we had a lot of fun. </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:efed1cc7-2ae2-4a0d-a615-3b02a4988cfa" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="c242df4d-207a-4939-8fc6-cb1ee6613ffa" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZkYrdZAXvY&feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6MKQolJXOgE/UTNDw8SPhPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/I-kufwOmNbY/video022398680601%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('c242df4d-207a-4939-8fc6-cb1ee6613ffa'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/sZkYrdZAXvY&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/sZkYrdZAXvY&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p> </p> <p>Ok enough with the cliche it was fun statements. I mean honestly this is not an essay for spm. Let’s talk about the other stuff. </p> <p>On this trip there were lots of activities like lucky draw and exchanging gifts (btw, thanks Dayah!!), and then we build sandcastles and played volleyball. But.. And i can’t believe i’m saying this, the highlight of this trip to me was definitely the part where everyone and i mean everyone played an old classic slumber party game, truth or dare. </p> <p>And this is hard to believe coz truth or dare is a boring game where the person if he/she picks truth gets asked very vague questions ‘like what happened to ur ex bf/gf?’ or ‘why were u upset the other day?’ and i’m like wait who’s ur boyfriend? and when did this happen? and when i play this game it gets worst. When it’s my turn and i choose truth nobody knows what to ask me. I mean seriously you can hear crickets in the background. </p> <p>but yesterday was the best truth or dare game i’ve ever played!</p> <p>Picture this: It’s 11pm, everyone just ate dinner, and exchanged presents and happy hormones is rushing through your whole body and we sat in a circle on a freaking stage at dataran teluk kemang. Add 25 secretive students which include a couple of crazy people, a hint of smart critical thinking and a few outspoken people and you’ve got yourself a great game.</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:5527051a-fc57-467e-b87e-e2fd108ac693" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="80645b28-6d1e-44f2-8081-1429c2a6251d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7KQdiLJ1Ls&feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-SDVn6utt71o/UTNDyYffGRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_Lracb-7o-4/video6b68ee8798f5%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('80645b28-6d1e-44f2-8081-1429c2a6251d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/V7KQdiLJ1Ls&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/V7KQdiLJ1Ls&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p> </p> <p>In a nutshell there were some awkward moments where you can feel the tension in the air, and a few confessions that were quite shocking. I would love to tell you more but you know what they say ‘What happens in truth or dare, stays in truth or dare’.</p> <p>Conclusion, do not underestimate the power of a good truth or dare game. </p> <p><strong><em><font color="#ffff00" size="6" face="Rage Italic">Farah</font></em></strong></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-70307833130688730832013-02-27T23:40:00.000+08:002013-02-28T14:43:09.292+08:00Untitled-part 4 (final)<p>“Jeremy I need to talk to you. Come see me after school” I said trying to not make it so obvious. <p>“Uh.. is that your way of asking me out?” he chuckled. “Well I would love to but unfortunately I have plans.” He added. He has turned into this self centred jerk that irritates me to no end. <p>“Oh, puh-lease don’t flatter yourself. I’m not asking you out. I just want to talk to you about something. And would you please stop acting like I have a crush on you. You’re like totally starting to destroy my reputation.” I said and cringe at the thought of me sounding like a total teenage high school girl. He brings out the worst in me. <p>“Sure. Like I’m so totally sorry. I didn’t mean to destroy your perfect reputation.” He said mocking me. <p>After school I waited outside class for him but when he walked out of class he just walked past me. I was furious but I knew he would do that so I had a backup plan. <p>I hid inside a janitor’s locker and waited for him to walk by. He did walk by after a few minutes and I used all my force to pull him inside and shut the door. <p>“Betty! What the hell?!” <p>“Don’t curse!” <p>“I can do and say whatever I want! Now if you’ll excuse me.” <p>He wanted to get out but I was quick so I blocked the door. <p>“I know, Jeremy. I know about you.” <p>“OMG! What is wrong with you?!” he shouted throwing his hands up in the air. <p>He’s trying to make me second guess myself. But I won’t give up. Nope. Because this time I’ve got proof. <p>“Ok fine I’ll humour you. Why? Why do you think I’m pretending to be someone else.” he said. <p>I cleared my throat and start spilling out the truth. <p>“Well for starters you look like him, you walk like him, you even talk like him…” <p>“So? That doesn’t mean I’m him.” <p>“Let me finish. You know all this stuff about me in Notsville that I’ve never told anyone here and you call me Betty and Boyles used to call me that. You like to tell people stupid jokes and laugh like a 12 year old boy. And most importantly, and I can’t believe I didn’t thought of this before, the biggest proof that clearly states you are none other than Boyles the goofy kid from Notsville is..” <p>“Uh.. Could you wrap it up please, I think we’re going to run out of oxygen soon.” <p>“Would you stop interrupting me?! And that reminds me Boyles was afraid of tight spaces and he also has personal space issues cause if you move one step towards him he would take two steps back. And I think he still is.” <p>“So that’s your proof. That’s it, I’m getting out of here.” He said and pushed me to the side and opened the door. <p>“It’s your name. Your name is Jeremy Anderson. But your full name is Jeremy B. Anderson. And the B stands for Boyles.” <p>He stops walking and turns around to face me. He look puzzled and mad. I was second guessing myself. OMG did I get it wrong! Then he grinned and said “So you finally figured it out, huh?” <p>“I knew it! I knew I wasn’t crazy. You are Boyles!” I said excitedly. <p>“I saw you in the hallway and you act like you didn’t know me so I thought I would do the same. Didn’t know it would bug you so much. You went all crazy and that was funny. And I knew you had that crush on me so that made it even funnier.” he explained. <p>“Why does everyone keep saying that?! I do not have a crush on you!” I retorted. <p>“Yeah sure. I mean all my other friends know how I walk, talk and laugh. They know everything about me. That’s not just something a crush would know. You’re right. I was wrong.” He said sarcastically. <p>“Okay you could stop that now. Maybe I had a stupid little crush on you back in Notsville but I’m over it. FYI I have a boyfriend now.” <p>“Yeah I’m not the only one who changed. You’re now one of the popular girls all of a sudden with your straight hair and perfect teeth.” He said. <p>“Well I’m Brittany now, not Betty. And Brittany is a fun, carefree girl who actually looks decent. And btw I would really appreciate it if you could not tell the whole school about my old self. I’d like to keep that a secret.” <p>“I would if you keep my old self a secret. I want a fresh start here. No more Boyles.” He said. <p>“Okay, deal!” I said. <p>A few months later everything was going perfectly as planned. I broke up with my old boyfriend and got a new one that’s way hotter. He’s the captain of the basketball team. Meanwhile Boyles is now the editor of the school paper and he enjoys working with all of his editorial staff. Mostly girls. Despite being in the same school now I haven’t seen him since that day when I found out he was Boyles. <p>But today as I was walking in the hallway I was suddenly pulled into the janitor’s closet. And guess who pulled me in. <p>“Boyles?!! What’s going on?” <p>“The Baldwin twins. They’re here.” <p>“What? Who?” <p>“The Baldwin twins. The it girls in Notsville high school.” He said peeking through the door gap every few seconds. <p>“No way! Are you sure?” <p>“See for yourself.” He said and opened the door for me slightly so I can peek outside. There I saw them; the hottest girls in Notsville. They used to call me nasty names in high school. They’re even worse than Boyles. Even Boyles is scared of them.” <p>“Look I have a plan. We kidnap them and then force them to sign a contract that tells them that they have to pretend to not know us.” He said. I can’t help but laugh seeing his serious face. Now who sounds like a crazy maniac. <p>“Oh, you think it’s funny. You got a better plan?” he asked getting annoyed. <p>“Yup. One that doesn’t involve kidnapping.” <p>“Fake suicide?” <p>“No! Something that actually works” I said. <p>“What? tell me!!” <p>“I’m thinking blackmail” I said and watched as the Baldwin twin struts across the hallway with their hair bouncing with each step. They have no idea what they’re up against. <p>THE END <p>Thank you for reading.. Keep checking out my blog for more stories.. :D <p><strong><em><font color="#ff0000" size="4" face="Lucida Handwriting">Farah</font></em></strong> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-28887254975739102272013-02-27T23:31:00.000+08:002013-02-27T23:48:35.749+08:00Wedding season-Episode 1<p>Wedding season <p>An ambulance stopped right at the entrance of the hospital. The doctors came running and opened the doors of the ambulance. A guy who was involved in a hit and run was lying on the stretcher wailing in pain, he was covered in blood and his legs looked badly injured. The doctors and paramedics rolled out the stretcher with the injured guy lying motionless on it and pushed it towards the emergency room for immediate treatment. Meanwhile a young intern stood in the hallway holding a clipboard and a brown envelope in his hand. He was heading for the laboratory but he was called out by another doctor all of a sudden. <p>“Don’t you have work to do?” the doctor asked. <p>“I was walking to the laboratory. I need to send these samples for analysis.” <p>The doctor didn’t say anything but just stared at him angrily. <p>“Ok. Instead of walking I’ll run there and head back here as fast as I can” he said and started running. <p>He reaches the laboratory and encountered one of the lab techs, L the girl who just started working last year but everyone in the hospital has known her. The intern handed her the samples and tried hard to catch his breath because he was running. L adjusted her labcoat and took the samples off his hands. And then the intern went running back to the emergency room. L tried hard not to laugh seeing the intern run frantically in the hallway. L handed the samples to another lab tech and went into the locker room to change into her casual clothes. She had the whole weekend off and she wanted to spend it by going on a road trip with a dear old friend who was waiting patiently in the hospital’s lounge. </p> <p>TO BE CONTINUED..</p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-29063813434874404832013-02-26T00:21:00.001+08:002013-02-26T00:21:43.227+08:00The difference between fact and opinion<p>It’s important to know that there is a clear difference between fact and opinion and stuff that are relevant and irrelevant. </p> <p>For example: I suck at math and chemistry. FACT. Cuz i failed on both subjects. </p> <p>I can still get an A on future tests and finals. OPINION. Cuz the fact says otherwise.</p> <p> </p> <p>Now for relevant and irrelevant. Relevant is important. Irrelevant is the total opposite. </p> <p>Finals is on 27 March which is like 3 or 4 weeks away. RELEVANT. Very relevant. </p> <p>I want to puke and then scream and the cry. IRRELEVANT. Cuz no one cares. </p> <p>I’m not mad. I’m not upset. Just a little stressed out. Ok i’m really stressed out but who isn’t?!!!</p> <p>Enough about me. I hate it when i talk about myself in this blog. It makes me look like a self centered freak!</p> <p>One last example: You are the only one I know that can pull off that look and still look hot and cute all at the same time. So don’t ever change. RELEVANT. </p> <p><strong><em><font size="5" face="Lucida Handwriting">Farah</font></em></strong></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-28604360983811866222013-02-26T00:21:00.000+08:002013-02-26T00:21:27.071+08:00The opposite of an A<p>okay. I just need to get this out of my system so i can move on with my life. </p> <p>Test 1 didn’t go so well. I flunked chemistry and mathematics. I failed. Now i don’t feel so good. I might look like i’m clueless most of the time but i don’t usually fail in tests. but asasi sains is way different than school. </p> <p>I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what i’m going to choose for degree courses, or if i’m even qualified to apply. I’m not good at biology chemistry or physics or math. And i’m not that good in English either You can clearly see that from my writing. So now i don’t know what to do. </p> <p>And it doesn’t help that i’m the only failure in e8. i feel like the dumbest kid in there. i am the dumbest kid in there. This is bad. This is not good. </p> <p>I have to seriously consider changing my way of studying. Maybe join a study group or something. </p> <p>Glad i got that out of my system. Now i need to like wipe my memory about failing test 1 so that i can focus on the finals or something. </p> <p>anyway thanks for reading.. </p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-11366721823441010562013-02-03T20:58:00.001+08:002013-02-03T20:58:20.454+08:00Untitled-part 3<p>The next day he approached me while I was having lunch. <p>“Hey, Betty.” He said. <p>I tried not to scream in anger and said “ My name’s not betty. It’s Brittany.” He ignored me and took a seat next to me. “Anyway, sorry about yesterday. I just got carried away and I’m really sorry” I apologized. <p>“Yeah I was going to ask you about that. What is with you and this Boyles kid anyway? And does he really look like me?” he said taking a bite out of his sandwich. <p>“He really does look like you. The resemblance is just scary. And I just don’t want to see him again, that’s all.” I explained. <p>He didn’t say anything and just nodded. <p>“Hey, wanna hear a joke?” he said. <p>“Yeah. Sure.” I said. <p>“What's a teacher's favorite nation?” he asked. <p>“I dunno. “ <p>“Expla-nation.” he said then he started laughing. <p>“Here’s another one. Why didn't the skeleton go to the school dance?” he said when he finally stopped laughing. “He didn't have anybody to take. Get it? any BODY” He added. <p>Then he started laughing and then his voice cracked. I remembered how Boyles like to tell stupid jokes too. And then he would be the only one laughing. And then he would laugh so hard that his voice would crack and he would suddenly sound like a 13 year old boy who just reached puberty. I almost choked on my food when I heard that pubescent laugh. That can’t be logical. Only Boyles laugh like that. I excused myself and got out of the cafeteria. <p>I head outside and tried to clear my mind. <p>That guy is not Boyles. <p>He can’t be. <p>I even checked his id and it says that his name is Jeremy. And..Wait a second.. <p>OMG!! <p>That’s it! I just figured it out. It was staring me right in the face. It’s so obvious. How could I have missed that?! <p><strong><font size="4"><em>To be continued..</em></font></strong></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-5278886615267417782013-02-03T20:57:00.001+08:002013-02-03T20:57:41.716+08:00Untitled-part 2<p>He was wearing a green collared shirt and a pair of jeans. Casual, normal clothes. He looks different than before. He looks more put together. Come to think of it he looks kind of hot. <p>“It seems that there are no empty seats available but I guess you can have Mr. Andrew’s seat for today because he’s absent.” She said. And before I could say anything he was sitting right next to me. He looks like the same person. Except maybe he looks better with his spiky hair and cooler clothes. Now I’m confused. Is he really the guy that I know or am I mistaken? He smiled at me at took a seat. That half smiled that was clearly forced. He’s clearly disappointed that he has to sit next to me but he tried to smile to not make it so obvious. The last time I saw that signature smile was back in my old high school. The teacher told us to pair up for the experiment and I failed to find someone who was willing to pair up with me. This guy his name was Boyles (finally I remember). He was cool but no one wanted to pair up with him because he was such a klutz. In the last experiment he managed to break two test tubes and spilled a corrosive substance on the floor. So he had no choice but to pair up with me. And he smiled at me, a fake and forced smile. Back then I thought he was really showing me a genuine smile. <p>I didn’t realize I was staring at him until he cleared his throat as a sign of discomfort. <p>That was awkward. But I’m still not sure if he really is Boyles. Only one way to find out. <p>“Hey, welcome to Southlake High school.” I said right after the teacher dismissed the class. “I’m Brittany Turner, and you are?” I said to him. <p>“Jeremy Anderson.” <p>“from??” I took a step closer to him. But then he took a step back. Weird. <p>“AppleValley high school.” He answered. <p>“Yo Jeremy. Let’s go.” A guy in a sweatshirt called out to him. <p>Then he said nice to meet you and just like that he’s gone. <p>I don’t get it. This guy has just been here for a few hours and he’s already popular. <p>Ok so he’s not Boyles from Notsville high school. I guess it was a mistake. But the resemblance is still scary. <p>So I thought that whole thing was over until something happened and suddenly now Jeremy is my new lab partner. Ok I know he’s not Boyles (I think) but he still looks exactly like him and I really don’t feel comfortable around him. <p>And when we were doing the experiment he kept doing things that tells me he’s boyles.</p> <p>1st incident <p>“Hey Betty!” he said excitedly. <p>“What did you call me??” <p>“You are betty right??” <p>“No. It’s Brittanny. Not betty.” <p>“Oh sorry. I thought your name is Betty.” <p>2<sup>nd</sup> incident. <p>We were waiting for the water to come to boil and then he said. <p>“Do you wear braces??” <p>“Why do you ask??” <p>“Your teeth looks perfect.” <p>He’s just complimenting my teeth. He’s not Boyles. <p>“Hey is your hair naturally straight?” he asked again after a few seconds. <p>“Yeah” I lied. <p>“You would look better with curly hair I think.” <p>And then he smiled. This time and evil grin sort of smile. That confirms that he is none other than Boyles. He’s just trying to drive me insane. Or am I just over thinking this. <p>Then he was quiet but only for a few minutes. <p>“Say are you from Notsville high school.” <p>“Nope” I lied again. <p>“Oh. Coz there was this one girl I know who goes to school there. Her name is turner too.” <p>“Wow really.” I said half heartedly. <p>“Yup. But she doesn’t look like you. She was a total dork. She had these huge braces and odd looking curly hair. And she even had a crush on me. She kept following me around all day. So annoying.” He explained. <p>Ok. That was mean. He is Boyles. I just know it. I mean how can he know all that stuff about me if he’s not Boyles. <p>Maybe he’s trying to mess with my mind. trying to get me to freak out and go crazy. Like i used to be in my old high school. Everytime someone bugs me i tend to lose it and cry my eyes out in the middle of the hallway. And everyone would laugh at me. I had a problem but i fixed it. I’ve moved on but now he’s here and he’s going to ruin everything. <p>Well i’m not gonna lose it again. I’ll just go and have a word with him. Tell him to not mess with me. He’s got secrets too and two can play this game. <p>“Hey, Boyles.” i said to him. He was at his locker putting some books in it. Probably getting ready to go home. And he looked at me with a weird expression on his face. <p>“Excuse me.” he said. “That’s your real name isn’t it?” i said. <p>“No. My name is Jeremy.” he said totally ignoring me. “I have to go now. My friends are waiting:” he said and walked away. <p>I hate being ignored. That’s the most annoying thing ever. I caught up with him and tried not to lose my cool. “Admit it. Just admit it. You are Boyles from Notsville high school!” i said with a louder tone. <p>He didn’t even bother to respond. He just kept on walking and finally he met with his friend who was waiting by his motorcycle. <p>“Hey Jeremy. You ready to go?” he asked him. “Hey, Turner.” his friend greeted me when he saw me walking behind Jeremy. <p>“Yeah. Let’s go.” Jeremy said totally ignoring me. <p>“Hey! I’m not done talking to you.” i said angrily. <p>“Is she always this crazy?” Jeremy asked his friend. His friend laughed. This dude is really getting on my nerves. <p>“What is up with you? I’m not Boyles. I’m Jeremy. I don’t get why you think i’m this Boyle’s dude.” <p>“Well you look exactly like him except you look more put together and the things you said in the lab. How would you know that if your not Boyles?” i explained. <p>“I have no idea what your talking about. If i said something to upset you i’m sorry but i am not Boyles and that’s it.” he said and got on his his motorcycle. <p>If Boyles plan is to make me look like a crazy maniac it worked cause his friend was staring at me thinking i’m crazy. In fact he’s still staring at me. <p>That is it. If i want to solve this problem i need to be smart. I need proof that he is Boyles. I mean it’s really not that hard. All i need to do is catch up with some old friends and find out where Boyles is. <p>“Boyles moved to another school a few days after you did.” my friend said when i called her. <p>“I knew it! But wait.. that was last year. Jeremy moved here last week. Or did he moved twice?” <p>“Huh who’s Jeremy?” <p>“Long story. But do you by any chance know where Boyles is now?” <p>“Not really. In fact no one has seen him for a while. And what is this about anyway.” <p>“Nothing. I was just curious.” <p>“Don’t tell me you still have a crush on him. Brittany you need to get over him.” <p>“What? I don’t have a crush on him! I never did!” <p>“Yeah right.” <p>“okay. I’m done talking. Thanks for your help. Bye.” I said and hung up. <p>That didn’t help at all. <p>I can’t believe i have to go to school tomorrow and face him again. <p>Right now I think the safest way to handle this situation is by avoiding him at all costs. Act like he’s not here. Then I can move on with my life. But just like that guy Boyle’s, Jeremy Anderson is so hard to get rid of. <p>The next day he approached me while I was having lunch. <p><font size="4" face="Arial Black"><strong><em>To be continued…</em></strong></font> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-24797789005842331622013-01-25T20:44:00.000+08:002013-01-25T20:46:37.568+08:00Long weekend and studying<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BXKZo7H4oq0/UQJ-SURlK1I/AAAAAAAAASM/9cV_Ml3z4yc/s1600-h/Photo06448.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0644" border="0" alt="Photo0644" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9P5TfFc791c/UQJ-TQ_qwAI/AAAAAAAAASU/AtHVOeCaYuU/Photo0644_thumb6.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484"></a> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Ravie"><strong>Happy Weekend!!! </strong></font></p> <p>I get it some of you might not be happy with the test coming up soon and all. Tapi at least physis and math dah lepas.. </p> <p>and i gotta say physics and math haritu <strong>susah gile</strong>!! </p> <p>But for me everything is difficult. </p> <p>Whatever. Let’s not think of the past and keep moving forward. Concentrate on the future. </p> <p><font size="3" face="Arial Narrow">But it’s still not too late to study. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Arial Black"><strong>Tips on how to get 4flat in foundation science.</strong></font> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LzdmYDvOMc0/UQJ-UQ8SrHI/AAAAAAAAASc/e_WF75F8eVo/s1600-h/Photo06557.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Photo0655" border="0" alt="Photo0655" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vQv2BcGatcY/UQJ-Vyf4zPI/AAAAAAAAASk/RQXsw7TVxBM/Photo0655_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_iOSq8zkftM/UQJ-XL23enI/AAAAAAAAASs/Zw2QzL2KdFY/s1600-h/Photo06823.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0682" border="0" alt="Photo0682" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-31abHfk5Vjs/UQJ-X1S58aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NOo2DloIVnc/Photo0682_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>1. <font size="5" face="Arial Black">Study, study, study. </font></p> <p>Duh! Obviously you have to study. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-J2XYwRz58K0/UQJ-ZLE8vEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/34mTHMNSFBQ/s1600-h/Photo06605.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0660" border="0" alt="Photo0660" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YA5h5ksbMfc/UQJ-Z-3UUrI/AAAAAAAAATE/Uq-V3ZMZ_e4/Photo0660_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6vADl0Ji_YU/UQJ-ayidSvI/AAAAAAAAATM/Gw2BpqI2V2Y/s1600-h/Photo06453.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0645" border="0" alt="Photo0645" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Rx5-AnM7BLo/UQJ-bsZqXII/AAAAAAAAATU/89_ZnjRK4cI/Photo0645_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hFLg18U3E-w/UQJ-cYfriPI/AAAAAAAAATc/zaEzDR6uWz8/s1600-h/Photo06503.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0650" border="0" alt="Photo0650" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-iY2OaP_eCyk/UQJ-dauJFUI/AAAAAAAAATk/0zkg8NmFXeg/Photo0650_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FpDMLz1pHDk/UQJ-eApoHYI/AAAAAAAAATs/tVrxQmHLeTw/s1600-h/Photo06665.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0666" border="0" alt="Photo0666" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Iu12_k-khHc/UQJ-fErOjHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/m_-mi-KpQbM/Photo0666_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p>2. <font size="4" face="Arial Black">Try not to study alone. </font></p> <p>If you ever get stuck on something you can’t understand ask a friend to help you. Don’t be scared to ask for their help. They won’t get annoyed or scold you if you don’t understand. Good friends will always help you and would want you to achieve success with them. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sAdpLI_AVXs/UQJ-fzdc0MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FqBIEadR5RA/s1600-h/Photo06925.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0692" border="0" alt="Photo0692" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Ug9Z_Tpj9Ko/UQJ-hbKBzfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/30oJk27oRgs/Photo0692_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800" width="535" height="500"></a> </p> <p>3. <font size="4" face="Arial Black"><strong>Be positive and avoid being stressed out. </strong></font></p> <p>My friend Syai she’s so positive she forgot there even was a test and made plans to go jogging on the day of the test. We had to remind her that there was a test on that day.</p> <p>So don’t panic and just relax. Stressing out won’t solve anything. Crying doesn’t help either. The best you could do is to relax and take a deep breath. Try selawat ke, baca doa ke.. Anything but panic.</p> <p> </p> <p>I really do have to start taking my own advice. </p> <p>Ok so, every cloud has its silver lining. </p> <p>Stress + pressure = adrenalin rush + wild imagination + creative mind. </p> <p>Let me explain. Everytime i go through a stressful phase of my life i always end up with a blank piece of paper and my favourite pen writing a story. and the stories i write when i’m stressed out is way better than the ones i write when i’m happy. Those stories look like crap when compared with the ones i write when i’m stressed out or depressed. </p> <p>So this year i’m gonna write a story about the future where everyone in e8 is all grown up and married and having a career. It’s gonna be awesome. </p> <p>Basically there are 5 weddings in one weekend and a girl goes on a road trip visiting a wedding in kedah and other weddings and one last wedding in Johor where all of e8 will reunite in the most awesome reunion. So during the road trip the girl will meet all her other friends who have careers and already married. </p> <p>I wanna make this story realistic and i wanna write about the characters properly matching e8’s real personality. and i’m also excited writing about the weddings and writing a detailed description of your future partners. It’s gonna be an adorable, lovely story. </p> <p>I’ll write it soon. Gotta take advantage of the stressful situation. </p> <p>Anyway, thanks for reading. :D</p> <p><strong><em><font color="#ff8000" size="5" face="Lucida Handwriting">Farah</font></em></strong></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-60931933427669964242013-01-24T11:12:00.000+08:002013-01-24T11:41:26.576+08:00Drama : Last minute studying<p><b>I got the idea of writing this story after studying physics for two whole hours. So, expect this story to be weird and maybe annoying. Don’t blame me, blame it on physics and that kirchoff dude. </b> <p><b></b> <p><b>Characters</b><b></b> <p>Ivy : a very positive girl who’s mission in life is to make everyone happy like her( kinda like spongebob). She is a Foundation science student. <p>Ty : an expert at being grumpy and seems to enjoy thinking negative. Also a foundation science student. <p><strong>Ivy is at a cafe waiting for her friends to arrive. Ty happens to be there drinking coffee while reading physics textbook. Ivy excited about something could no longer wait for her friends to come so she walks over to Ty’s table and sits there. Ty realizing the presence of someone beside him puts down his textbook. Ivy flashes the brightest smile she could and greets him with a simple “hi'”. Ty says hi back and smiles just to be polite but inside he is thinking of ways to escape from the girl famous for being extremely annoying and insanely positive. </strong> <p>Ivy: Hey.. Whatcha doin??? <p>Ty: Physics. (points at book). You? <p>Ivy: I’m talking to you, silly. (laughs) I’m bored. My friends are always late and I always end up waiting. So you don’t mind if I sit here while I wait, do you? <p>Ty: Actually, I… <p><b>Ivy ignores him and picks up her bagpack from her table and carries it to Ty’s table.</b> <p>Ivy: Good. Coz seriously I am bored to death. <p>Ty: Yeah. Sure. But…um… I would really appreciate if you keep quiet coz I have work to do and all.. <p>Ivy: Of course. You won’t even notice I’m here. I’ll be quiet. Quiet as a… um… I’ll be quiet. <p>Ty: Ok. Good. <p><b>Ivy kept quiet for a few seconds, checking her phone now and then. But then she felt bored. She sighed loudly, tapped her fingers on table, sighed again. Ty starts to feel annoyed.</b> <p><b>Ivy was clearly bored out of her mind and she was getting restless. She had to say something, anything. She glanced at Ty’s book to see what he was doing. Ty realized that Ivy was peering over his shoulder. He closes the book and stares at Ivy angrily.</b> <p>Ivy: Good. You’re done studying. Let’s talk. So physics. That reminds me. Just the other day in physics lecture, the funniest thing happened. Well it’s not that funny, kinda weird actually. I saw a cricket doing whatever it does making that sound… <p>Ty: krik….krik..krik.. <p>Ivy: Yes, exactly! Only this one was real and I mean it’s so funny cause that’s exactly what I hear all the time in my head. Coz I don’t understand anything when it comes to physics. <p>Ty: That must be scary. <p>Ivy: What? No! Crickets are cute, not scary. <p>Ty: No. I mean what’s scary is that you don’t understand anything. There’s a test coming you know. And finals and everything. <p>Ivy: Oh… well I never thought of it that way before. Anyway, do you remember biology class today? That video about that cell…. <p>Ty: We learned about immunity system right? <p>Ivy: Yeah, yeah. As I was saying it was so funny to see how that natural killer cell destroyed that bad cell. It kinda looked like the matrix with the whole slow motion thing and all.. <p>Ty: I thought you were gonna talk about the tutorial homework and the lab report we were supposed to submit this Friday. But… (chuckles) that video was kinda funny. <p>Ivy: Yeah I totally forgot about that. And there’s a math test next week. And a chemistry quiz and the finals. Oh my God the finals!! <p>Ty: Calm down Ivy. The finals is in March. It’s still early. <p>Ivy: Yeah right. There’s like uh….. 12 weeks left! wait no.. 10 weeks… there’s like only 10 weeks to prepare!! <p>Ty: Hey, relax! Let’s talk about something else. Do you think the lecturer has posted that funny bio vid yet? I would really like to watch it again. Seriously that video is awesome. <p>Ivy: Who cares about that video?! I gotta go home and catch up on my studies. <p><b>Ivy stands up and gathers her things. </b> <p>Ty: Wait. I thought you were waiting for your friends to come. <p>Ivy: I don’t have time for that now. Just tell them I’m sick or something. Sorry to bother you Ty, you can study physics now. <p><b>Then Ivy walked out of the place. Ty wanted to study, he knew he should but after talking to Ivy his view has changed. He flips open his laptop and googled ‘3D animation of natural killer cell’ and consequently updated his status on facebook and twitter completely ignoring his physics textbook. </b> <p><strong>The End</strong> <p><strong>So the main idea about this story is…. you should not leave your friends waiting, coz this will happen. Oh, who am i kidding. This story doesn’t have a point. I wrote it just for fun. </strong> <p><strong>Thanks for reading :D</strong> <p><font color="#ffff00" size="6" face="Lucida Handwriting"><em>FARAH</em></font> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-76693134869662086782013-01-15T22:09:00.001+08:002013-01-15T22:09:46.802+08:00New story : Untitled<p>Creative. Yeah right. That title is as creative as the weirdo who puts his password as ‘secret password’. But i can’t think of a good title for it yet. Whatever. Just read it and tell me what you think. </p> <p>And i just want to mention my best friend Anis Syakirah was the one who asked for me to post a story in my blog. So, Anis here you go. :D </p> <p><font size="5" face="Arial Narrow">Untitled</font></p> <p>It’s not him. <p>It was just my imagination. <p>I keep saying it’s not him but my vision is still clear and I know what I saw just now and he looks just like him. <p>I’m talking about the guy I saw in the hallway. I was on my way to class minding my own business saying hi to some of my friends while I was walking. Some girls were saying “hey, Brittany!” and this guy said “Whassup turner!” and I greeted them back flashing a bright smile. Everything was normal but suddenly I heard someone amidst all that noise saying “hey Betty!” That caught my attention because no one here calls me Betty. Because my name is not Betty. My name is Brittany turner. No one calls me Betty except this one guy and some jerks back in my old high school. I was scared to turn around so I kept walking but when I finally reached my class I turned around and scanned through the crowd and I saw him. He was talking to some friends so I can’t really see his face but I know what I saw. It’s him. The guy from my old high school. I can’t remember his name but I’m sure that’s him. <p>I know what you’re thinking. So what if he’s the guy from my old school. That’s good news because I can get back together with a dear old friend. Not! For starters he is not my friend. Well he used to be my friend back when we were kids in elementary but not in high school. And secondly he is from my old school which is in my past. And I’ve wiped out all the memories from my past. You see I was a geeky girl back then, I had these geeky braces and odd looking curly hair, I didn’t wear any makeup and my clothes made me look even weirder. <p>That girl is dead and gone. My family and I moved to a new town so I had to go to a different high school and my braces finally came off. So I thought this new school is my chance to start over. I don’t want to be the old geeky Brittany. I wanted to be the cool girl for a change and that’s what I did. <p>I went through a total makeover. I changed my hair, I tried putting on makeup and I changed the way I dressed. I came to school with a confident attitude and a friendly smile. And it worked. I have friends now who actually like hanging out with me. I have lunch at the cool table and people say hi to me when they see me. I’m happy now and I never want to be the geeky Brittany anymore. I never want to remember the past ever. To me that girl is dead and I act like it never happened. I never told my friends here about my old school, I just tell them I’m from a nice little town called Notsville and a school called Notsville high school and that was it. I brainwashed myself into thinking that the past never happened. I even burned all my old pictures and never contacted my old friends except my good friend Nicky. <p>But now the presence of this mystery guy has forced me to dig up all those painful memories. And I’m not even sure that it’s him. <p>My daze was disturbed as the teacher entered the classroom. A guy followed behind her. <p>“Good morning class. It seems that we have a new guy in school today and he’s in our class. So allow me to introduce Mr. Anderson” she said and told him to face the class. <p>So it wasn’t my imagination. <p> <p>TO BE CONTINUED.. <p> <p> <p>Annoying gile kan.. Bile dh bace byk2 tibe-tibe ad to be continued kat bawah tu. And die punye sambungan ntah bile nk post. <p>You could just cut the story right there. It could be a really cute short story. But if you still wanted to know what happens next, you could check my blog every now and then. I’ll try and post part 2 of this story soon, okay. <p>Anyway, thanks for reading. <p><strong><em><font color="#000080" size="5" face="Lucida Handwriting">Farah</font></em></strong> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-2503478772589029052013-01-08T23:55:00.001+08:002013-01-08T23:55:01.970+08:00Happy day-one direction is awesome<p>Okay. the truth is i’m not that happy today, well at first i was happy then i was bummed then i was happy again and then suddenly i got upset. But right now i am jumping up and down excitedly.</p> <p>Because….</p> <p>FINALLY!!!!</p> <p>One direction’s awesome new video kiss you comes out today on youtube!!</p> <p>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!</p> <p>I think i should stop screaming before my roommate gets mad but i can’t help it. These guys are so cute and awesome and funny. Harry Styles is adorable. and he’s super funny in this video. He’s so cute!</p> <p>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!</p> <p>OK. breathe……</p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-6091963845243051492013-01-08T23:47:00.001+08:002013-01-09T00:07:17.239+08:00Internet and One direction music video<p>Please internet can you please speed up just this once.. I really, really want to see one direction’s new video and i would really appreciate if you could speed up just this once. </p> <p>Please, pretty please, with a cherry on top….</p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663810002062462204.post-46022881853649562782013-01-06T12:26:00.000+08:002013-01-06T12:30:25.819+08:00Uitm puncak alam- A place for countless photo oppurtunities<p>If there was an award for the most photogenic class in palam I think e8 would win. Today’s blogpost is proof of that statement. </p> <p>So finally after all this time secretly taking candid photos, I present to you E8 in all its glory. </p> <p><font size="5" face="Broadway">E8 photos</font></p> <p><font face="Broadway"></font> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-lvjFOt2yP4I/UOj9BRT5emI/AAAAAAAAANA/A8kYGz7pwXc/s1600-h/Photo03597.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0359" border="0" alt="Photo0359" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-eKJUVwktBj0/UOj9ChuhHbI/AAAAAAAAANE/34ozJSDuPqc/Photo0359_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><font face="Broadway"></font>one of my fav pics. who knows what they’re talking about tp nampak cam serious sgt..</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MLtiFnbYLQo/UOj9EHuyvXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8P4iI1VQUsA/s1600-h/Photo01415.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0141" border="0" alt="Photo0141" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-j6DmqFGmBxE/UOj9FEB1qYI/AAAAAAAAANY/dNTsEe1ovqk/Photo0141_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Mh8CkVUyXOI/UOj9GIXVA4I/AAAAAAAAANc/48dIzVqySFg/s1600-h/Photo03873.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0387" border="0" alt="Photo0387" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HbubWL3igbo/UOj9HF8rBPI/AAAAAAAAANk/vIkttisU9ns/Photo0387_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-h63ZXwBm77A/UOj9H41tUuI/AAAAAAAAANw/YykLJYGtfZ8/s1600-h/Photo05183.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0518" border="0" alt="Photo0518" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Nyiu4YKIodo/UOj9JqvA-MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4UCUnq_-RrI/Photo0518_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-RRvaodpEz78/UOj9Lzm7KdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/85Xu-G5_Szk/s1600-h/Photo02683.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0268" border="0" alt="Photo0268" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HM-_kvcBpg4/UOj9NVoZNvI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Qcob5Tm3Fa8/Photo0268_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Ywf7JUkmfiw/UOj9OFM7Y6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/k0i8zbub5g0/s1600-h/Photo02363.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0236" border="0" alt="Photo0236" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-0lw10qG0Vk4/UOj9PhuISpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5bowyo760Eg/Photo0236_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p> </p> <p><font size="3">Lisa cakap my phone takes the best pictures and she always borrows it to take a picture. So here’s some photos of the most photogenic girls in e8.</font></p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="5" face="Lucida Calligraphy">Camera loving girls</font></p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="3" face="Lucida Calligraphy"></font> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C5wh1XJ_fhk/UOj9QkCTKnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1beMgfk16wQ/s1600-h/Photo01565.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0156" border="0" alt="Photo0156" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jfXOTbTsWiE/UOj9TdNzAOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iTmsGvkIY9M/Photo0156_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a> </p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="3" face="Lucida Calligraphy"></font> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IP2FbfnMSHU/UOj9UKmv5NI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bYa4ooXS4nI/s1600-h/Photo04503.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0450" border="0" alt="Photo0450" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jWYsmzb7GTE/UOj9Veyy5TI/AAAAAAAAAO0/kc-gx2OKFF0/Photo0450_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hHqVy7t8UBU/UOj9WH0mU0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/Yqcg4kKOClU/s1600-h/Photo04493.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0449" border="0" alt="Photo0449" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1lLjWqdTKmI/UOj9XTmNZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1jCBfou4h2Y/Photo0449_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-r74iIjMpquo/UOj9Ybza4eI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4vACBNx9zAk/s1600-h/Photo02985.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0298" border="0" alt="Photo0298" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fkS1rniblYA/UOj9ZdiIShI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BHsdXG01N6Q/Photo0298_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="640" height="480"></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ukwtuvsXzFw/UOj9a4u2v8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/IXSYNlHijgI/s1600-h/Photo04765.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0476" border="0" alt="Photo0476" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-St5EWkOPDPs/UOj9cXNe5AI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kyqz_30V7uU/Photo0476_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="3" face="Lucida Calligraphy"></font> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZF3o4Ryw1Mc/UOj9dWn7NXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9ipr0j1VIKo/s1600-h/Photo05154.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0515" border="0" alt="Photo0515" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QiGFs59FWeE/UOj9eKB9DLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DtwUctXi-PE/Photo0515_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-izX0K-T3oDM/UOj9fLnePeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/G1BFum5n9hc/s1600-h/Photo05164.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0516" border="0" alt="Photo0516" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vu1lYQqnjro/UOj9grCzcLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ji46a_zBo_k/Photo0516_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="260"></a> </p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="3" face="Lucida Calligraphy"></font> </p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">Bile dh letak banyak2 gambar ny mesti ad org akan tanye. “korang buat ape kat asasi tu?? xkan amek gambar je..” </font></p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">The answer is simple : MULTITASKING. We take pictures while studying. Seriously i’m not kidding. Look at these pictures and you’ll get it. </font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="6" face="Matisse ITC">Lab, tutorial and lectures</font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="5" face="Matisse ITC"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YAqJY5rJTc0/UOj9h6Wj_6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/S4XuoutJ91I/s1600-h/DSC_01985.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC_0198" border="0" alt="DSC_0198" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-i-1jKZvTBxQ/UOj9i6Dbs2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/3S4WMFWZr60/DSC_0198_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" height="500"></a></font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="5" face="Matisse ITC"></font> </p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="5" face="Matisse ITC"></font> </p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="5" face="Matisse ITC"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KSqSQaguaUY/UOj9j2IqeVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/23XCqwyH6tU/s1600-h/Photo0295_0014.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0295_001" border="0" alt="Photo0295_001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oIAGNheN0T8/UOj9lvMlmzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6q1iQKMDAJY/Photo0295_001_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZPFhmdL3xbk/UOj9tgs4wtI/AAAAAAAAAQw/CM6EMvF808Q/s1600-h/Photo02933.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0293" border="0" alt="Photo0293" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-i8WHLvnVlLA/UOj9uixHW3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9l0KmhPwmkE/Photo0293_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"></a> </font></p> <p><font color="#0000ff" size="5" face="Matisse ITC"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M9xmXJvX-do/UOj9vljElwI/AAAAAAAAARA/CnxuiODC1cY/s1600-h/Photo04974.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0497" border="0" alt="Photo0497" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-p8aFDIzau6Q/UOj9wk9hG8I/AAAAAAAAARI/VILj6xwcEz4/Photo0497_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-78E4CgVss7M/UOj9xjZEzGI/AAAAAAAAARM/GVUKW7oe_WM/s1600-h/Photo04993.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0499" border="0" alt="Photo0499" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-G2qw574ug3c/UOj9y4tpA-I/AAAAAAAAARY/98p1tobDxng/Photo0499_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3b__xOnz414/UOj9zxgBqYI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZQYGA9LUmzI/s1600-h/Photo04983.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Photo0498" border="0" alt="Photo0498" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HeLB7yIPW4s/UOj90qCGVCI/AAAAAAAAARk/mIyhVdaILqo/Photo0498_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a> </font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8saLj4SbYyQ/UOj925TU2iI/AAAAAAAAARw/1VKVTi6sitU/s1600-h/Photo05105.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Photo0510" border="0" alt="Photo0510" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-LZQ-FxTQmCo/UOj9399XZ9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FUPyx1foeCg/Photo0510_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" height="500"></a> </p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="3" face="Lucida Calligraphy"></font> </p> <p><font face="Broadway"></font> </p> <p><font size="3">So is that enough proof for ya? I’ve got lots more pics to show you but unfortunately it would take too much time to load with palam’s slow internet and all.. But i’ll definitely post it in my next posts. </font></p> <p><font size="3">Anyway, thanks for reading. :) </font></p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">and happy new year!!!</font></p> <p><em><font color="#000000" size="4" face="Lucida Handwriting">Farah</font></em></p> <p><font face="Broadway"></font> </p> <p><font face="Broadway"></font></p> Farahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16920045310200813223noreply@blogger.com1