<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:08:12.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is As It is.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4403715028687307371</id><published>2007-10-23T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:42:44.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting irritated with my MP. the ingredients havent arrived! to aggravate the situation, my supervisor isn't really helping a lot. i specifically heard that she'll call when the ingredients arrive, but just wait and see...... we have to call her and she'll complain that we're the ones who didn't approach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we totally got ourselves a shiny,new,titanium bodied digicam!&lt;br /&gt;at a price, upsettingly, higher that it should be. according to the bf.  we're naming it precious!&lt;br /&gt;which yi gang thinks is soo kampung and suggests to name it....'sayang' instead. =.=&lt;br /&gt;it was really shocking that we actually got one seeing how we're supposed to get it...next month!&lt;br /&gt;like we kept going...'OMG, we just bought a camera! ZOMGXZ!'&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to be browsing and be the pickiest customer ever!&lt;br /&gt;but noooo, we just went ahead and bought it. after.......5 stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am reading zadie smith - on beauty a novel right now. decided to borrow it instead of buying seeing how long i've been procrastinating to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is another long waiting day! i have 4 hours break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4403715028687307371?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4403715028687307371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4403715028687307371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4403715028687307371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4403715028687307371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-getting-irritated-with-my-mp.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1329072152914494212</id><published>2007-10-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:36:47.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday&lt;br /&gt;9am - 6pm            MP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;9am - 12pm        FSM (tut/lab)&lt;br /&gt;2pm - 3pm          FSM (lec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;8am - 9pm            PDM (lec)&lt;br /&gt;1pm - 6pm            MP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;8am - 9pm            APEL3&lt;br /&gt;9am - 1pm           PDM (lab)&lt;br /&gt;1pm - 2pm           FMS  (lec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;9am - 11am         PDM (tut)&lt;br /&gt;1pm - 2pm            PDM (lec)&lt;br /&gt;3pm - 5pm            CSAS4 (tut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear wednesday is the most tempting to skip!&lt;br /&gt;and who does 4 hours lab?!!!? with evelyn lim!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to go through APEL.&lt;br /&gt;and i still havent found anyone whom i share classes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! school! =)&lt;br /&gt;shit. i'm graduating soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1329072152914494212?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1329072152914494212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1329072152914494212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1329072152914494212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1329072152914494212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-9am-6pm-mp-tuesday-9am-12pm-fsm.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8702126616321203106</id><published>2007-10-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:12:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally....after months of procastinating to get an IB device&lt;br /&gt;and a few months later, i still havent signed into the system, i finally got the chance to dabble into the realm of online shopping. thanks to the bf's IB device. i kept on calling POSB/DBS to send me the new 6-pin code thing but nothing appeared in the mail! so in the end, he offered. such an angel! f21 has always been dirt cheap online!! bought this prettyyy blue dress! which will prolly take a month to reach or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanywayyss, my bf and i are going to get this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/M873_FF_black_250x200.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sharing thing. but according to him, i get to keep it!=)))&lt;br /&gt;it's 8mp, has HD still capture, hugeass screen!!&lt;br /&gt;finally, after years of trying to save up but completely fail to do so,  i'm finally co-owning one!&lt;br /&gt;i know. i'm prolly one of the LAST few who was THIS late into discovering the convenience of a digicam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8702126616321203106?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8702126616321203106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8702126616321203106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8702126616321203106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8702126616321203106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4901613905233835836</id><published>2007-10-14T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:47:20.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hari raya happy mood lasts for about...2 mins.&lt;br /&gt;it's in between the transition when i just woke up to find that the morning sun is rising and not having to fast and realising it's hari raya. AND then....the whole day's event gets played in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAAHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i could sleep in after quitting my job and having no school.....&lt;br /&gt;and everything on tv had to be raya related.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY-FREAKING-THING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4901613905233835836?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4901613905233835836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4901613905233835836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4901613905233835836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4901613905233835836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hari-raya-happy-mood-lasts-for-about.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8994756085346524011</id><published>2007-10-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:14:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 peas in a pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd month and one day!&lt;br /&gt;longest relationship ever.&lt;br /&gt;and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of lost adventures and insane laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/small5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/small2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/small-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/small3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/small4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my bf refuses to admit that he has a lazy eye!&lt;br /&gt;gives a million exucses!&lt;br /&gt;men. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8994756085346524011?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8994756085346524011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8994756085346524011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8994756085346524011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8994756085346524011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-peas-in-pod.html' title='2 peas in a pod'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3296313407999851875</id><published>2007-10-07T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:59:45.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so tired of eating.&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of places and food to eat also.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm just sticking to liquids.&lt;br /&gt;some of the time, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3296313407999851875?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-6041643390396985118</id><published>2007-10-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T01:28:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and once again,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not making enough time for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm handing my resignation letter tmr! thank heavens for that. i hope no one hounds me that i am obviously and purposely escaping the tediousness of stock taking. part of the reason why my manager keeps asking me whether i want to work weekends was because i got complimented. finally she looks at me like a normal person not like some.....juvenile delinquent just for being marginally late most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home at 11pm tonight and mum was going all....'how am i supposed to let u go australia when u can't even get home on time in singapore?' so is she asking me to forsake my chances of pursuing my studies just because i overshot my curfew?! the woes of being the only child!&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo close to telling her that most of the time my bf sends me home. but then i wouldnt want to take the chance that she might lock me up in a cage after i told her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me to grow up and be a cool parent okay?! fine, at least have 2 kids or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season 4 of grey's was greaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break up kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break up sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-6041643390396985118?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/6041643390396985118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=6041643390396985118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6041643390396985118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6041643390396985118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-once-again-im-not-making-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3513750601344086862</id><published>2007-09-22T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:05:36.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you won't you, be the one I always know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/smallll.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as long as you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and i know it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;nothing else matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;end of discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3513750601344086862?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3513750601344086862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3513750601344086862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3513750601344086862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3513750601344086862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-long-as-you-know-it-and-i-know-it.html' title='will you won&apos;t you, be the one I always know'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8903416553472769627</id><published>2007-09-20T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T07:56:04.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, stop it cannn?!&lt;br /&gt;everyone else who applied for RI got the job.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck with a $5/hr job. :(&lt;br /&gt;well not exactly stuck, i'll finish in abt 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever got ard to writing my resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;no way am i going to do stock-take!! no-freaking-way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;it's.......7.04AM!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep since 5am after pre-fasting eating session.&lt;br /&gt;i've been lying on my bed tossing and turning and halfway through all that thoughts of australia surfaced. Since hajar is leaving for Doha on friday, it kinda got me thinking how excited/scared/nervous i'll be IF i get to pursue australia.&lt;br /&gt;i was also thinking what kind of jobs i could take during my.......9-10 months break while waiting for my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanyways, moving on to sad/pathetic news....&lt;br /&gt;i took my FTT on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;and NO guess to whether i passed or failed. (the latter)&lt;br /&gt;not for the fact that i didn't study for it. my bf could be the witness to amt of work i put in.&lt;br /&gt;i think besides knowing whether you have common sense, sense of drive and courtesy, FTT should also give results to your behaviour based on your answers.&lt;br /&gt;reason being, EVERY question that had an answer of 'sound your horn', i would pick that.&lt;br /&gt;car never give my right of way, i horn.&lt;br /&gt;on a bend, oncoming car passes the continuous white line, i horn.&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;kinda concludes what kind of person am i, doesnt it? passive-aggressive or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told my bf about that, he went....'U KNOW WE PRACTISED THE Qs LAST NIGHT AND EVERY QUESTION THAT HAD HORN IN THE ANSWERS WILL NEVER BE THE ANSWER!!'&lt;br /&gt;i kinda think at that point of time his mind was thinking of one sole thought....'omg! i'm dating stupid!'&lt;br /&gt;so my next FTT will be in november.&lt;br /&gt;God knows when my TP will be! i'll prolly get my driving license for a week then i have to be shipped off to australia alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's third week of september already?! how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;i havent been breaking fast at home since the 2nd day of ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;and YES, i do fast.&lt;br /&gt;well mas, in sec 4 i used to have a '30-year plan' for fasting. starting from sec 4 i'd fast 1 day. as the years go by, i'll fast another extra day. so by 30 years, i'll fast 30 days! of course, najib was totally pissed off with that so it's been abolished. completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to geylang the other day and i overheard mats talking....&lt;br /&gt;'nak beli baju kurung step macam puasa jer' (imagine it being more...mat-ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'u want to buy baju kurung like as if you've been fasting.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i could roll on the floor and laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;and memories with hajar flooded back! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after work later i'm meeting syafiq. after..a month?&lt;br /&gt;he says he has.....everything settled. so i don't know what his plans are other than fig &amp;amp; olive.&lt;br /&gt;he's totally good boyfriend-material!&lt;br /&gt;see...that's my part of promoting you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i regret not going back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;nvm..i've been perpetually late this week.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to sift through my wardrobe to find clothes that i havent worn repetitively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my bf NOT grumpy and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;okay? get the idea?!&lt;br /&gt;he's angry at the whole world right now.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole world includes me.&lt;br /&gt;so that means he's angry at me too.&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh! i see him online. i bet he's at work! shaving or sumthing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders hurt! i need a massage. NOW!&lt;br /&gt;okay! enough chattering.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to my bf and norman who's asking me to imagine him saying....'common sense' for FTT.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was also him who told me that BTT was common sense so i didnt really studied for it AND i failed. norman....you're the cause of it!!! heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8903416553472769627?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8903416553472769627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8903416553472769627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8903416553472769627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8903416553472769627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-stop-it-cannn-everyone-else-who.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8540425643938473548</id><published>2007-09-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:17:48.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENTWORTH MILLER IS GAY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why wasn't i informed about this sooner??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8540425643938473548?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8540425643938473548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8540425643938473548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8540425643938473548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8540425643938473548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/09/wentworth-miller-is-gay-why-wasnt-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3084090197031627069</id><published>2007-09-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:12:10.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have 3 more days to my ftt and i'm only at page 19 of the 'ADVANCED THEORY OF DRIVING'. isn't this an obvious sign that i'll pass my driver's license at the age of...let's say, 30? i even skipped all my e-trials which i've been religiously booking AND cancelling online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was the third day of fasting. i'm proud to say that i am surviving. well. reallyyy well. first day was a tad crazy cause i didn't have any breaks during work so most of the time i was hungry AND my legs felt like they ran 2km in slippers. second day was worse. i went cycling with the bf. it's an every-friday thing. thank God he's my bf because if it was with najib....he'll slap my face! for whining too much. to up a notch, i even planned to cycle on thursday and jog on fridays. if i don't collapse from dehydration, miraculous! we're talking about fasting AND exercising. najib asked whether i would be fasting the day i'm cycling. and i would not because.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and najib secretly wants it to be ramadhan all the time.&lt;br /&gt;just like how my father is giving me the speech about how ramadhan only comes once a year and we must reap the blessings that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay, talk to me when my brain is functioning. AFTER  food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after food, i freaked out. i think i ate 3kg of food today. don't ask me what i ate. i suck at food recalling generally! it's just a whole load of food. like when i told najib that my bf and i are exercising every week, he says "but your bf is not fat whaat" and he ends his sentence there. yeah fine, i get your point BFF/PMH/5566.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my bf prioritizes soccer over me right now. he's gonna kill me once he reads that! *runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the other hand, i cannot wait until school starts. i rather be stressed about work and formulations and calcium and iron rather than...work gossips! and somehow, work thinks i should prioritize it first before school. WHAT?!!? that is never going to happen. you do not tell me that i have no commitment for work when i'm skipping it for school. school means so much more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need money! the whole thing about me just wanting to work to pass time. NOT true. money does play a part too. a huge part. thank god it's the fasting month and i'm not obligated to spend on food. and a bf who sends me home whenever we meet. i love you okay!! alot alot alot!&lt;br /&gt;i like to get on his nerves! hahaha. wait, make that LOVE to get on his nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3084090197031627069?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3084090197031627069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3084090197031627069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3084090197031627069'/><link rel='self' 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looked very malay but turns out to be eurasian.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. why did you ask me that?&lt;br /&gt;guy: because everytime i speak to you in malay, you look lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think malay was my best subject only to be told that i looked lost when i'm communicating in malay.&lt;br /&gt;happy fasting!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i will be fasting this time.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8951717448374868949?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8951717448374868949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8951717448374868949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as far as HAIRY and BLACK go, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least i do not degrade your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUTURE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LIVELIHOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-111427023614986575?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/111427023614986575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=111427023614986575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/111427023614986575'/><link 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has been served. i mean come on, how childish and immature can you be? being jealous of me because i'm friends with the hot girl. jealous that the opposite sex thinks i am appealing and not you? in the first place, i wasn't even aware of your pathetic existence. and yet you can call me a busybody and talkative when you're the one telling me the story of MY life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was this day that i found out where singapore indoor stadium is. i'm not the kind to go for concerts and all. so the indoor stadium doesnt really concerns me much. and at this point, i just made myself sound like a bimbo. but sitting in the dark with the boyfriend with the dragonboaters cheering each other on in the background was completely serene. carrying each other until our/my backs felt like breaking has got to be one of our cheap thrills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like cycling along the beach. maybe if i'm not tired and actually feel like breaking into a sweat, i'll propose it to the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and i just remembered that a month ago, i made a solemn promise to the boyfriend that i would go jogging after work. he sounded pessimistic about it but i was so headstrong about it. and now....what happens?!!? i guess the boyfriend was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rights, i'll watch an episode of will&amp;amp;grace before i retire.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-269281107230649478?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/269281107230649478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=269281107230649478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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asking me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is okay. last week, i used 4 shoes in 5 days. don't get me started on why. now i'm beginning to think that my pay is too little. or will be, for that matter. i already have a $129 river island jeans to consider and clothes for hari raya next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i am the only responsible part timer at work. everyone else just comes and leaves as they please. sometimes i have to tell myself that i'm not having my internship. when i was at bk, there were times when i would soo like to just skip work or scream at the manager or splatter oil to her face or set her hair on fire or poison her food  but i am tied to the agreement of upholding the name of temasek polytechnic and thus i refrain. i used to envy all my other colleagues when they say 'ahh who cares lah! if she sack me, even better!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now there are two days which i really like to skip work from. 24th august and my FTT day. which reminds me that i still havent touch the book. AGAIN. and i keep on cancelling my e trials. fine, i'll start tmr! MUST START!! oh and i must call uncle akhbar too. the only thing that i know besides driving is....u-turn-ing, which is kinda pathetic if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireworks last friday was awesome anyways! such grandeur! LOVE IT! two years in a row double dating with the same company but different prospects. in my terms. :P&lt;br /&gt;it's too bad hajar's leaving on the 22nd sept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-6825614716411056275?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/6825614716411056275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=6825614716411056275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6825614716411056275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6825614716411056275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-apologise-for-total-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1840894249476945963</id><published>2007-08-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:10:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/smalll.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a free man, he is.&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend has finally ORD.&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate, we went to town&lt;br /&gt;to book advanced movie tickets,&lt;br /&gt;only to be disappointed by sucky timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;i did get him an ORD gift.&lt;br /&gt;i know no one gives ORD presents&lt;br /&gt;but i think a man's last day of NS&lt;br /&gt;should be celebrated to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;i got him a card&lt;br /&gt;and a box filled with&lt;br /&gt;red packaging chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;white packaging chocolates&lt;br /&gt;arranged to look as if it's the national flag.&lt;br /&gt;i must take a picture of that and put it up.&lt;br /&gt;the most gorgeous thing ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;i hope he gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;love!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1840894249476945963?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-6027430169993390798</id><published>2007-08-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:42:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Project title:&lt;br /&gt;Development of healthier table/cooking sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project scope:&lt;br /&gt;Formulation, physico-chemical testing, sensory testing&lt;br /&gt;and basic microbial testing are included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow! i'm peeing in my pants at how interesting my MP will be.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel it's like food ingredients all over again?&lt;br /&gt;*cue for najib to laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i revisited my past and discovered the primary reason to why i didn't like food science initially.&lt;br /&gt;oh how convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;i actually think 'will you' is a damn catchy song!&lt;br /&gt;something i could stand up and sing along to&lt;br /&gt;IF i got the chance to attend the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i do secretly sing along to national day songs&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i hate to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend was actually amazed how excited i was watching the fireworks preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is fickle.&lt;br /&gt;it refuses to decide whether to stay painful or just stop throbbing all together.&lt;br /&gt;kinda reflects on the person itself doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do something about my driving. finally, after MONTHS of denial, i booked my FTT. again. i have to set a routine of weekly practicals or more. i pity my instructor who's always asking after me. since he conveniently is also my dad's friend.&lt;br /&gt;drive baby drive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-366589182008909816</id><published>2007-07-31T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T01:53:00.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally, i stepped out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;finally, i get to eat normal food. *ahem*fastfood*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, seeing how i'm still in my recuperating stages.&lt;br /&gt;i bought books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/paulo.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/jodi-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy,red heels.&lt;br /&gt;i tried finding the picture.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find it though.&lt;br /&gt;but the point,&lt;br /&gt;red.&lt;br /&gt;sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;the simpsons movie was damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-366589182008909816?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/366589182008909816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my thoughts alone&lt;br /&gt;can make me gain 10kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in desperate need&lt;br /&gt;to eat&lt;br /&gt;junk food.&lt;br /&gt;unhealthy food.&lt;br /&gt;throat scratching food.&lt;br /&gt;spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before eating all those foods,&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall take my strongest pain killer first.&lt;br /&gt;just for precautionary measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1952968171599409084?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1952968171599409084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1952968171599409084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1952968171599409084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1952968171599409084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-2211577510927922451</id><published>2007-07-25T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:22:40.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i just got back from the hospital after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now tonsils and adenoids free.&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully, i won't suffer from a series of tonsillitis every few months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a minor op and stuff but i still have to enjoy the few days before my surgery because NOW i'm stuck with 2 weeks of mc. and i cannot eat anything EXCEPT porridge. it sucks to see even the old ppl in my ward are eating solid food and i'm on the soft diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last saturday, nina and i went to see fireworks!! i think we met quite often last week. nvm, i love you so that doesnt matter at all. we were going 'oooh!' and 'ahhh!' at everything. stop it! i know i have a childish fascination for fireworks. i secretly want fireworks for my wedding. =P i almost fell asleep waiting for the fireworks cause we were at one fullerton by 7pm. and ppl actually picnic-ed there. bring mats and foods and throngs of family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried taking pictures of the fireworks but my cyber shot only has a certain limit to its wonders. so, we were lazing ard and taking random pictures and falling asleep while waiting for the fireworks. the jelly fishes thingey reminds me of dementors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, the bf surprised me with a cable car outing. it was supposed to be the DHL balloon thing but the weather looked pretty gloomy. like OMG! like FINALLY! all those times sitting at vivo city watching the cable cars pass by and wishing how i'd ride on one day, has finally came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/cablecar.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, like intan, we took the glass bottom cable car too. it was soo fun. i got scared in the beginning because he wouldn't stop moving and it's rocking the cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/cablecar2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was supposed to be a 'happy-fearless-zahirah-taking-her-first-cable-car' picture but then he HAD to move. so now it looks like...'zahirah-has-a-fear-of-heights' photo. we stopped at mount faber to see the sun set. i swear we have so much affinity to the sun setting. damn romantic and cooling and quiet and awesome and OMG wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/cablecar4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think live earth is getting to me. i told him i felt my heart clogged up seeing all the gas emissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/cablecar3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being the nicest, most caring person/bf ever! i almost cried going up the cable car. love! =) and i loved the lilies. and the symbolic meaning to it. shut up! i love you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes to my best friend, najib and unofficial best friend, syafiq, for visiting me. you ppl make my day knowing that you care for me and skip classes just to visit me. okay...that just sounded selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks najib for the card. it looks like a 5 year old wrote it to me. but it was sweet!! i loved how cute it was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks syafiq for the cake. i took 2 small tiny bites of the cake and i felt it stuck at the back of my throat. i mean....come on, i've just had a adenotonsillectomy and u give me cake?!? u soo know how to torment me! the cake was nice though. too bad the whole act of swallowing makes my toes curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my love to yingxiao, geraldine, bei fang, yi gang, nina and everyone else for being so caring and supportive. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just full of gratitude right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-2211577510927922451?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/2211577510927922451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=2211577510927922451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2211577510927922451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2211577510927922451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-just-got-back-from-hospital-after.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5294513008476104483</id><published>2007-07-18T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:45:15.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes the past has its way of weaving into the present.&lt;br /&gt;something that should have been forgotten a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;can just conveniently make a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;someone that i shouldn't even bat an eyelid for can suddenly be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a total reality check.&lt;br /&gt;amongst other things, i need to be slapped.&lt;br /&gt;someone very dear once said to me 'the more you hate, the more you love'&lt;br /&gt;well darling, for an exception, i really have to hate this person.&lt;br /&gt;because hate is the only emotion that can be associated with him.&lt;br /&gt;unless u want to count disgust, utter revolt &amp;amp; vomitive in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a serial dater &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or rapist if you want to share the same hatred)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;who sweeps girls just by a flick of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;who makes other men almost envious of him.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i was one of those girls.&lt;br /&gt;sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart, funny how it works.&lt;br /&gt;because the brain completely knows about the facts and how the matter should be solved.&lt;br /&gt;but the heart, see, that's one very unpredictable organ.&lt;br /&gt;it never really knows how to feel or rather when to feel correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gem right in front of my very eyes&lt;br /&gt;and here i am taking the longest time&lt;br /&gt;to see how it's shining luminously.&lt;br /&gt;just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, as scary as it seems, who can actually see through my shield.&lt;br /&gt;someone who wants to be in every part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;there. just there. waiting.&lt;br /&gt;patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choice is obvious, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;crystal clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5294513008476104483?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5294513008476104483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5294513008476104483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5294513008476104483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5294513008476104483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-past-has-its-way-of-weaving.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3274302836218794378</id><published>2007-07-14T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T03:12:21.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm beginning to think that&lt;br /&gt;everything that has happened&lt;br /&gt;was nothing but a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3274302836218794378?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3274302836218794378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3274302836218794378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3274302836218794378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3274302836218794378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-beginning-to-think-that-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7296062797202701409</id><published>2007-07-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:40:28.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wow! after a week of procrastination, i finally got some work done.&lt;br /&gt;AVA field trip report. check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still left with my SIP report. a 4000 word essay of my life in burger king. heh! like as if i've lots of things to write about. the organization structure could be sum up in 50 words? the problems and complaints, now that's where i have lots to say BUT i can't write negative things. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wingtai called. interview's tmr. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i get the job and finally my working woes are solved.&lt;br /&gt;thus i have things to do and not just sleep all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, apparently i'm starting to suck at blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my breath of fresh air*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7296062797202701409?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7296062797202701409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7296062797202701409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7296062797202701409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7296062797202701409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-wow-after-week-of-procrastination-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4800901907749057252</id><published>2007-07-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:56:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need a wall calendar.&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop living in denial&lt;br /&gt;that each day only has 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;and not......240 hours.&lt;br /&gt;and i have about a million things to rush for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prioritize! prioritize!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4800901907749057252?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4800901907749057252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4800901907749057252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4800901907749057252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4800901907749057252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-wall-calendar.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1878670812732296659</id><published>2007-07-01T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:12:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIP....check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like my last ordeal,&lt;br /&gt;i managed to survive and pulled myself&lt;br /&gt;through this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1878670812732296659?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7805070313281372652</id><published>2007-06-27T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:48:10.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need a reason to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;and have a purpose and something&lt;br /&gt;to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i want to have something to wake up for&lt;br /&gt;the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;i want to know that&lt;br /&gt;at any given time of the day,&lt;br /&gt;someone is thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7805070313281372652?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7805070313281372652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7805070313281372652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7805070313281372652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7805070313281372652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-reason-to-wake-up-everyday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5660175615776256062</id><published>2007-06-24T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:53:18.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you detest me.&lt;br /&gt;so do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lucky for you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm on internship.&lt;br /&gt;if not,&lt;br /&gt;i've complained about you&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just so you know,&lt;br /&gt;before i leave,&lt;br /&gt;i'm bringing you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all you can do&lt;br /&gt;is scream and give me your bitchy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;whereas, i am armed with a pen&lt;br /&gt;and about......&lt;br /&gt;20 feedback forms.&lt;br /&gt;all dedicated to one person,&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5660175615776256062?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5660175615776256062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5660175615776256062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5660175615776256062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5660175615776256062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-detest-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7314776867974523016</id><published>2007-06-22T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:52:04.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 june 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/mushroom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st, hopeless mushroom head.&lt;br /&gt;happy serving the country. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/ALL.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you people.&lt;br /&gt;18 was fun!&lt;br /&gt;we're going out again soon. i think.&lt;br /&gt; if we all can apply leave together at one time and make BK-ML close down for a day!&lt;br /&gt;you people make me days bearable!!!&lt;br /&gt;my last week will be a torture.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7314776867974523016?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7314776867974523016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7314776867974523016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7314776867974523016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7314776867974523016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/18-june-2007-happy-21st-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-358395311348573628</id><published>2007-06-17T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:23:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for everything that has gone away,&lt;br /&gt;what's left are just&lt;br /&gt;sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furtive glances and shy smiles.&lt;br /&gt;today was the best sunday ever.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-358395311348573628?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/358395311348573628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=358395311348573628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/358395311348573628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/358395311348573628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-everything-that-has-gone-away-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4210788363148455416</id><published>2007-06-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:16:42.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought to doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally getting better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, technically, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;good luck living with all the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4210788363148455416?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4210788363148455416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4210788363148455416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4210788363148455416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4210788363148455416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-i-never-saw-it-coming-i-shouldve.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-564875803935175133</id><published>2007-06-10T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:54:49.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let me come clean with what i've been experiencing this one whole month.&lt;br /&gt;i was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;we all know i was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;stupid to believe him.&lt;br /&gt;stupid to think that he could change.&lt;br /&gt;stupid to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;stupid to accept all his crazy conditions.&lt;br /&gt;stupid to readily take whatever shits that he gave.&lt;br /&gt;stupid to agree to an emotionally-abusive relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks i cried for him.&lt;br /&gt;1 whole month to slowly start moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'm so determined to completely move on.&lt;br /&gt;because for whatever that he's done,&lt;br /&gt;even the male population will frown on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not going to be one of&lt;br /&gt;those girls who can still congratulate you&lt;br /&gt;and say....&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ONE LUCKY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PPL?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-564875803935175133?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/564875803935175133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=564875803935175133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/564875803935175133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/564875803935175133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-me-come-clean-with-what-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5878961889495310639</id><published>2007-06-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:33:49.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo city-ed with the really, really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;whom i haven't met in a really, really long time.&lt;br /&gt;we're talking about a few good months.&lt;br /&gt;the last time we talked i was telling her happy stories.&lt;br /&gt;today we met and i told her of happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such tragedy how life decides to take such a turn,&lt;br /&gt;isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;but let's not get worldly, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the point is,&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;like intense hard core shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;anything that interests me, i buy.&lt;br /&gt;the down side of being having so much money&lt;br /&gt;and nothing to spend it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the guilt is sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm actually amazed by my impulsiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall do this again, soon k love?!&lt;br /&gt;because you and I&lt;br /&gt;will always have stories to share with each other!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5878961889495310639?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5878961889495310639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5878961889495310639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5878961889495310639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5878961889495310639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/06/vivo-city-ed-with-really-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5310673307909331700</id><published>2007-05-21T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:24:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christina,&lt;br /&gt;I could promise to hold you &amp; to cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;I could promise to be there in sickness &amp;amp; in health.&lt;br /&gt;I could say till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those vows are for optimistic couples.&lt;br /&gt;The ones full of hope and I do not stand here on my wedding day&lt;br /&gt;optimistic or full of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I am not optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I am not hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;I am steady.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm a 'heart' man.&lt;br /&gt;I take them apart. I put them back together.&lt;br /&gt;I hold them in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I am a 'heart' man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this, I am sure, you are&lt;br /&gt;my partner,&lt;br /&gt;my lover,&lt;br /&gt;my very best friend,&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on this day, the day of our wedding,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this,&lt;br /&gt;I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Preston Burke-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5310673307909331700?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5310673307909331700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5310673307909331700' 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week 8.&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i am such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, i feel SIP is moving quickly.&lt;br /&gt;must be the new environment.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, or at least until the end of may, i have a malay friend to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;end of may, he's quitting.&lt;br /&gt;the other ppl working there are either aunties or foreign talents.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, the aunties there aren't bitchy and anal too.&lt;br /&gt;oh wellsszzz, you win some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take back my words.&lt;br /&gt;i am not a huge masochist.&lt;br /&gt;i do not like what you are doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a limit to everything.&lt;br /&gt;you've not crossed it but i wouldn't want the line to be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;so STOP!&lt;br /&gt;stop whatever that you're doing deliberately.&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to hold all the cards.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea what all this is doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like i'm the one giving in.&lt;br /&gt;and not you.&lt;br /&gt;your past has nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;though there is a connection, it doesn't have to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot say this for certain but&lt;br /&gt;what we have is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe all these emotions right now are unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;but i really can't help it&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have your own reasons.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe my period has fueled the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, make everything fine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3238607236881336736?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8707049073113092867</id><published>2007-04-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:00:40.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i had work at 4pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached city hall platform at ard 3.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;so i waited for 7 minutes for the train across to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;after 6 mins passed, i told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'where am i going again?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY&lt;br /&gt;i realised i'm working at millenia walk&lt;br /&gt;and not at liat tower anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! my body is super programmed alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially declare work is now......fun.&lt;br /&gt;i just know it that by the time i finish with my countdown,&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss working at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because right now, i'm already missing my stressful lifestyle at liat tower.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i swear that last statement contradicts every other statements i made about working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 chicken sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;6 black pepper doubles.&lt;br /&gt;wah! damn fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8707049073113092867?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8707049073113092867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8707049073113092867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8707049073113092867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8707049073113092867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-i-had-work-at-4pm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7777712699016213623</id><published>2007-04-29T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:43:28.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more liat tower.&lt;br /&gt;now it's millenia walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more bustling non stop orders.&lt;br /&gt;now it's one burger every half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more anal and kepo aunties.&lt;br /&gt;now it's one aunty and a whole lot of bitchy youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more funny mat &amp;amp; minah language.&lt;br /&gt;now it's people who are constantly speaking in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more morning shifts.&lt;br /&gt;now it's 12-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more half hour breaks.&lt;br /&gt;now it's ONE HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more tuesdays off.&lt;br /&gt;now it's saturdays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more strict regulations.&lt;br /&gt;now it's soo lenient i'm amazed by the amount of slack that occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite sad that i'm JUST getting used to liat tower. getting used to the people there. it's been a hell of 2 weeks but i sure made a lot of friends. sue, as, nora, mona, julian, amien, sharifah. practically everyone there. the managers there are so much more presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i trudgingly come to work every morning. expecting work to finish the moment i step into the kitchen. but i sucked it up. did my job. i made some mistakes. but at the end of the day, i knew my day was good because i did sooo many things at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part, i left liat tower saying ....'don't miss me so much okay! i'll be back next sunday!!'&lt;br /&gt;no proper goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;i left knowing i would come back. now i'm not. ever!&lt;br /&gt;RAH! i'll visit them and bring my uniform along so i can go into the counters and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7777712699016213623?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7777712699016213623/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-400743767086269099</id><published>2007-04-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:15:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/smalleri.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i think of seeing i have 10 hours tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i can officially fall asleep in the bus.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;instantly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly visiting shops to see what interests me&lt;br /&gt;once my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfull &lt;/span&gt;pay comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liat tower &gt; millenia walk.&lt;br /&gt;i could die in millenia walk.&lt;br /&gt;so, thank god for new system&lt;br /&gt;and OWN SPECIALITY BOARD.&lt;br /&gt;and constant crazy special orders.&lt;br /&gt;whopper cheese, minus meat patty!&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;working air condition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i guess i am better off.&lt;br /&gt;see, it takes a hell lot of worse, to see the silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'll be your crying shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'll be your love suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'll be better when i'm older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'll be the greatest fan of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-400743767086269099?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/400743767086269099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=400743767086269099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/400743767086269099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/400743767086269099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-thing-i-think-of-seeing-i-have-10.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1233142191520631911</id><published>2007-04-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:31:16.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the nicest, most romantic dream ever!!&lt;br /&gt;all the works!&lt;br /&gt;me and a boy/man. i forgot who he was.&lt;br /&gt;snow. cold. wine cellar.&lt;br /&gt;his arms around me. everyone was just smiling when they see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*next scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow. outside.&lt;br /&gt;i was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;so he decided to dance.&lt;br /&gt;there was no music but suddenly he started singing and humming.&lt;br /&gt;and SUDDENLY we're dancing like as if we're pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;my dad just had to start knocking on my door asking me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. can't a girl dream sometime??&lt;br /&gt;and i have always liked snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i feel like killing people at work today. we had OER, which i guess stands for Operational Evaluation Review. or NOT....since evaluation and review kinda means the same thing. so they had to send anal ppl to evaluate everything. product exceed holding time are being thrown away. i swear today we threw away about 40 burgers just because they exceeded the timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these ppl are sadists. so i splatter oil into my eye. WOW, they laughed at it. LET'S SEE YOU HAVE HOT OIL IN YOUR EYES AND YOU'RE WEARING FREAKING CONTACTS. we're also supposed to wash our hands hourly. i frequently had to wash my hands because i had to do a lot of other non-food related things. so the fifth time i washed my hands, the person asked me, 'what did you do this time?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO....SANITIZED THE FREAKING COUNTER TOP.&lt;br /&gt;then he looked at me....and laughed. saying that i wash my hands too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, SHUT UP! IF YOU'RE BEING ANAL ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE, ME WASHING HANDS IS GOOD. SO SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear the woman is crazy. it's like she knows where every single gum underneath the tables are being placed. she should be a lecturer. and she has a favourite line..'NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A GOOD PIECE OF EQUIPMENT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? am i supposed to laugh?? so the equipment is exhibiting at the right temperatures. SO? if it's faulty must throw is it? and microwave oven no light also must pin point is it? u think we got sooo much time to change the tiny bulbs ah? just make sure the microwaves don't escape from the box can alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever, just when i thought this one aunty is nice. ooh, i was soo wrong. u know how old ppl are when their mistakes are being corrected. u know? u know? pfts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body aches. EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;first thing to do when i get my pay.&lt;br /&gt;FULL BODY MASSAGE.&lt;br /&gt;oohhh, that'll be orgasmic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1233142191520631911?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1233142191520631911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1233142191520631911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1233142191520631911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1233142191520631911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-nicest-most-romantic-dream-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1016453809954042250</id><published>2007-04-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:58:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as dysfunctional as we both are,&lt;br /&gt;hearing you say 'i'm attached',&lt;br /&gt;makes all the complications and insecurity&lt;br /&gt;disappear into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a sell out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning into a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;something i swore i would never do.&lt;br /&gt;ok, at least i hope i won't overdo it. ONCE is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally love it when we're already making plans&lt;br /&gt;for what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;NO, not marriage! crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i meant, spiderman 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever easy when two ppl are together&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when one is sure&lt;br /&gt;and the other is unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, no matter how nonchalant and&lt;br /&gt;possessively jealous we can be,&lt;br /&gt;it boils down to the very reason&lt;br /&gt;why we're both together in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1016453809954042250?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1016453809954042250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1016453809954042250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1016453809954042250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1016453809954042250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-dysfunctional-as-we-both-are-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3838844849606148976</id><published>2007-04-23T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:20:30.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to think that sunday 3pm to 10pm would be such a drag,&lt;br /&gt;it was actually the most fun i had in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;the joy of working with young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;executing is also stressful.&lt;br /&gt;hard work at its best.&lt;br /&gt;physical fatigue is nothing&lt;br /&gt;when you know&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad it'll turn out,&lt;br /&gt;he'll still love you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.rendered speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3838844849606148976?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3838844849606148976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3838844849606148976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3838844849606148976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3838844849606148976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-think-that-sunday-3pm-to-10pm-would.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-490783743984129778</id><published>2007-04-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:31:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that i'm contemplating, i don't think i'll ever have any time for anything else except work for this 3 months. i have ftt on 28 may but i havent even set the date for my 4 e-trials. plus, i haven't even touched the damn book yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to further contemplate, my SIP logbook contributes 20% of my results. how am i supposed to make it colourful when i do the same things everyday? after SIP ends, i have about 12 days to complete a 3000-4000 word essay. i'll prolly bring my laptop out because i know for sure, i won't be able to fully concentrate on doing the essay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, how am i ever to make my experience in burger king interesting when the only problem i've encountered so far is....using bread that has gone stale. that's not even my fault in the first place because the breakfast aunty was happily using the bread to serve the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll regret saying this later but i think the only interesting thing i'll prolly learn is if i do closing and learn how to clean all the equipments. CIP and all! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh noo, please don't make me do closing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the woes of SIP. 10.5 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;from here on out, i'm just going to take everything easily. because the way i see it, when i stress myself out, the only one reaping the consequences, is again, ME.&lt;br /&gt;fine, 830am start. FINE&lt;br /&gt;later clocking out time. FINE. *not so much as the former one*&lt;br /&gt;seriously, BRING IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;it's only fast food!&lt;br /&gt;why hate, when i can use all that to motivate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'll sleep these eye bags away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boyfriend is making me worry. you better start showing signs of your existence!&lt;br /&gt;and please remember, mystery date tuesday, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-490783743984129778?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/490783743984129778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=490783743984129778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/490783743984129778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/490783743984129778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-that-im-contemplating-i-dont-think.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-907220752011944595</id><published>2007-04-18T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:27:14.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOM YAM FRIED FISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WHOLE LOT OF BITCHING SESSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm down with a 40 degree fever and comtemplating to take MC tmr.&lt;br /&gt;for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;my joints hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-907220752011944595?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/907220752011944595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=907220752011944595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/907220752011944595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/907220752011944595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-miss.html' title='i miss...'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-170466777647855579</id><published>2007-04-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:42:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelan pelan kayuh eh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things i'd do &amp;amp; go through&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-170466777647855579?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/170466777647855579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=170466777647855579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/170466777647855579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/170466777647855579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-tuesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4786042924050165667</id><published>2007-04-17T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:07:36.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 PAGE LONG&lt;br /&gt;AND YET,&lt;br /&gt;NO COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;how is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4786042924050165667?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4786042924050165667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4786042924050165667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4786042924050165667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4786042924050165667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-page-long-and-yet-no-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-6138174495408167161</id><published>2007-04-15T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:28:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work.&lt;br /&gt;i try to take everything in stride.&lt;br /&gt;i try to like my job.&lt;br /&gt;like mary poppins said&lt;br /&gt;'when there's a job to be done, find the element of fun&lt;br /&gt;and snap the job's a game'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to find that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; element.&lt;br /&gt;i know somewhere deep inside me, i'm the resilient kind.&lt;br /&gt;it's just one week.&lt;br /&gt;i have 11 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure by week 3, i'll be fine about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because right now, 'i hate my job' goes through my mind&lt;br /&gt;every morning i have to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after such a wonderful time last night,&lt;br /&gt;coming back to a mundane job,&lt;br /&gt;just doesnt set it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might swear off beef for a while.&lt;br /&gt;the smell of it makes me nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a motivating note,&lt;br /&gt;i will master burger board.&lt;br /&gt;but just don't leave me alone when everyone comes in.&lt;br /&gt;i'll freak.&lt;br /&gt;and eventually,&lt;br /&gt;mess up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-6138174495408167161?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/6138174495408167161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=6138174495408167161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6138174495408167161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6138174495408167161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/work.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5595685371706792259</id><published>2007-04-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:23:48.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, work is more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i'm still trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;trying very, very, very, very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of bitching, i'd like to say how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;educationa&lt;/span&gt;l fergie's songs are.&lt;br /&gt;teaches us how to spell. quite effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i'm already sucking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh who am i kidding?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm already making a mental countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 weeks left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5595685371706792259?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5595685371706792259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5595685371706792259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5595685371706792259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5595685371706792259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-work-is-more-bearable.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-9207617628687307280</id><published>2007-04-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:38:30.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i work better with articulate people.&lt;br /&gt;so asking an aunty whose idea of teaching me how to assemble food is by LOOKING&lt;br /&gt;and a 'these abled' person with speech problems,&lt;br /&gt;isn't going to help me increase my productivity rate.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously do not understand the words they say most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;and just when things are getting hectic,&lt;br /&gt;the things they say are undecipherable!&lt;br /&gt;no offence to aunty and lih jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me nervous when the other aunties outside&lt;br /&gt;look at me as if i owe them a living.&lt;br /&gt;just because i was late in giving their order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, COME ON,&lt;br /&gt;as if they step into this field being the ALL KNOWING alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the aunties.&lt;br /&gt;such a bitchy and anal bunch.&lt;br /&gt;best of all,&lt;br /&gt;all of them call each other kepo.&lt;br /&gt;OMG,&lt;br /&gt;get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm,&lt;br /&gt;this just gives me A WHOLE LOT of things&lt;br /&gt;to write in my SIP logbook.&lt;br /&gt;communication breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;false pretenses.&lt;br /&gt;perfect epitome of working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you're not happy with me, it's not my fault. i'm just here to be paid."&lt;br /&gt;followed by,&lt;br /&gt;"haha! no lah. was just joking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, old people should be told that&lt;br /&gt;FIRST impression is very essential.&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna remember the second statement?&lt;br /&gt;everyone's gonna remember you as the irritating money-minded aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, just because you're paid, one is not required to be nice?&lt;br /&gt;fine, if  i make a mistake, i deserve a scolding. FINE!&lt;br /&gt;not when i only started work for like 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;and you gave me that treatment alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PLEASE seriously,&lt;br /&gt;if you're bitter towards me,&lt;br /&gt;be bitter about it.&lt;br /&gt;don't jump fences and be nice and bitter to me&lt;br /&gt;all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to react to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the things that i'll prolly learn&lt;br /&gt;from this internship is that&lt;br /&gt;suck it up, do your job, go home and&lt;br /&gt;bitch to the next breathing person.&lt;br /&gt;because if you're a newbie,&lt;br /&gt;NEVER bitch to your colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;u never know which one of them is the wolf in sheep's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-9207617628687307280?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-480182889445592628</id><published>2007-04-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:33:37.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes all you need is a lil faith.&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of love.&lt;br /&gt;and trust.&lt;br /&gt;then everything will be better.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of SIP was nerve wrecking and fun all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i have to get over the whole hyperventilating uniform changing routine.&lt;br /&gt;i have to bring a lot of necessities along because after work, everything is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;hair, clothes, face.&lt;br /&gt;i just wished the toilet there had mirrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start writing my SIP logbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1.08am last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so how was your first day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first question and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;that was enough to turn any bad day into an excellent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-480182889445592628?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/480182889445592628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=480182889445592628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/480182889445592628'/><link 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and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;3 months of&lt;br /&gt;no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys know where to find me hor!&lt;br /&gt;i'll prolly give free.....fries.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;no salt. less oil.&lt;br /&gt;ergh! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5677949985394589551?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5677949985394589551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5677949985394589551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5677949985394589551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5677949985394589551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/3-days-to-enjoy-before-3-months-of-no.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7103428015655370968</id><published>2007-04-04T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T02:38:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STUDENT INTERNSHIP PROGRAMME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURGER KING LIAT TOWERS&lt;br /&gt;job scope&lt;br /&gt;customer service&lt;br /&gt;food preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely ugly uniform&lt;br /&gt;6 day week&lt;br /&gt;includes weekends &amp; public holidays&lt;br /&gt;insane shift work&lt;br /&gt;12 MN or 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;$750&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, who's complaining again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually working in F&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;wow. food service. wow.&lt;br /&gt;fast food industry.&lt;br /&gt;mum's not happy with it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7103428015655370968?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7103428015655370968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7103428015655370968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7103428015655370968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7103428015655370968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/student-internship-programme.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-893851239926820003</id><published>2007-04-02T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:06:55.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/small.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four hearts. one wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;And all at once&lt;br /&gt;The crowd begins to sing&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;And the right thing are the same&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-893851239926820003?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/893851239926820003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=893851239926820003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/893851239926820003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/893851239926820003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/04/four-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8796092913956659362</id><published>2007-04-01T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:59:12.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh wow! things couldnt even get more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;in these two weeks, so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;on top of all that, i've not been well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure YOU think this is retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8796092913956659362?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1205405163410309079</id><published>2007-03-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:47:52.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so plans were made,&lt;br /&gt;and abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calls were expected,&lt;br /&gt;and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confidence was raised,&lt;br /&gt;yet demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i badly wish for everything to be as bright as day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i badly miss the best friend. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the call that never came, i spent a whole lot of time at bugis shopping aimlessly. spending carelessly. feeling uncertain all over again. bought an off white dress which i have no idea when i'll be wearing it. it was too crowded for comfort. so i left boarding a 12. something about long bus rides and letting my emotions run wild caused me to stay on the bus till the end. it was prolly a 1.5 hour journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great that the cousin and i have straightened things out. i'm sorry about the news though. the world is such an unjust place.&lt;br /&gt;reserve a day for us, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning the tables now. we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katherine heigl is so pretty. pretty blonde hair. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1205405163410309079?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-2690741423693060790</id><published>2007-03-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:25:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/1002_applepie_l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like making&lt;br /&gt;martha stewart's&lt;br /&gt;mile high apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, too much daytime tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-2690741423693060790?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/2690741423693060790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=2690741423693060790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2690741423693060790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2690741423693060790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-suddenly-feel-like-making-martha.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4878553270202550105</id><published>2007-03-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:25:34.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;http: com="" cg=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i, too, tried mariam's online quiz and it says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You work hard, seeking success. You are self-sufficient and in spite of all the trials and tribulations that have beset you in the past you carry on regardless.. You are one to be admired because you pursue your objectives single-mindedly and with initiative. You know that you can 'do it' and what is more, you will - without necessarily being dependent upon the goodwill of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very talented, imaginative and sensitive but you are holding back as you do not really like going it 'on your own'. In preference you would like to team up with someone, someone with similar attributes as your own, to explore - to seek out and go perhaps 'where no other man has trod before'. It is the unusual that attracts you and which will give you a sense of excitement and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a rather inhibited sort of person. This could be the result of your upbringing or of your schooling, whatever. You are able to obtain satisfaction from various forms of physical or emotional activity but all in all you are inclined to be emotionally withdrawn. As a consequence of this you find it difficult to sustain any deep involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that we are all influenced by our environment and indeed you are no exception. It would seem at this time that even though you may be surrounded by people, you are experiencing an inner loneliness. Fortunately you are sufficiently strong minded to realise that life has a great deal to offer you and that you may miss your share of experiences if you fail to make the best use of every opportunity. You therefore pursue your objectives with a fierce intensity and are prepared to commit yourself deeply and readily. You believe that whatever you would like to do or think 'you can do' - you do! It is because of this attitude that you may be considered by others as arrogant and even conceited, but its fair to say that whatever it is that you really want out of life you will put your heart and soul into it and will not take 'NO' for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid that you may not be able to realise or achieve your hopes and desires and so you insist that people should accept you as you are and appreciate your rights to anything that you aspire to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;somehow, this sums up my currently messy &amp;amp; uncertain life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4878553270202550105?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5104939716330896583</id><published>2007-03-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T01:59:47.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;let's meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"on a scale of 1 to 10,&lt;br /&gt;how bad is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5104939716330896583?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5104939716330896583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5104939716330896583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5104939716330896583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5104939716330896583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-2357159287274998611</id><published>2007-03-25T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:29:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i craved for KFC hot&amp;crispy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;so i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving for mcdonald's macspicy burger.&lt;br /&gt;which i think i may be getting some of,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know i never knew u could get over a craving. i thought if you craved something, you always have to relinquish that desire. i always think you can never go wrong with fast food. okay, maybe not ALL the time. fine, not always. so scrap that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my monumental 'getting-fat' line.&lt;br /&gt;"i was skinny, until, i discovered fast food"&lt;br /&gt;oh well that was eons ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to mr loh's wedding after which we proceeded to cineleisure to chill at hong kong cafe with maine, lili, yixian and qiu xia. i think we stayed for 3 hours dispelling angry stares from the LOONG line of customers outside the cafe waiting to be seated. we even resort to buying a bowl of congee and 5 of us shared it just to make it look like as if we're...eating. too much fun talking and gossiping makes one inconsiderate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have about a week and a half before SIP starts. yay! finally i have something to do rather than rot at home with the computer and pray someone calls me up to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! i have yet to mend my shoes and book my FTT. so much for 'i'm going to run errands tmr!' errands turn to be shopping/hanging out/chilling/bitching sessions. so by the end of the day, i get nothing done. i need karlina. we're so good at running errands together. that is only if one of us deters each other from the very fact of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the necklace i bought at haji lane which costs $20+. the SAME EXACT one was selling at $12.50 at the lime bazaar sale. oh WELL! i am done cursing the fact that i got ripped off. the whole time i was walking thru the bazaar, i was thinking 'do not let me see things that i bought at a cheaper price.' fine! i'm over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've always had things that i wanted to talk to you about but you always never seem to be serious. we have to talk. yes, you &amp; me. i am tired of stripping my ego for you. we need to come to a compromise. a center line. i can't be the only one bending for you. there are two people involved in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and pls, get back your charger soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it makes me feel better to know that you're contactable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;NAJIB,&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER START ANSWERING MY CALLS.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;u can't even msg me back to tell me you're okay or getting better?!!&lt;br /&gt;you've played mother to me.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm playing mother to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo city just felt smaller. i didn't even swoon for kamal. YAY!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling a 'romancing esplanade' moment coming up soon. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my once romancing esplanade partner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know you read this. occasionally or whatever. i am truly sorry. let this be water under the bridge. we've all had our stupid mistakes. our stupid insensitive jokes but please do not let this be a huge thing between us. i need to know that you still love me. even if you think i do not know what love means. u know i have a twisted meaning of love. blood is thicker than water, darling! you know you're the closest one to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-2357159287274998611?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/2357159287274998611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=2357159287274998611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2357159287274998611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2357159287274998611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-craved-for-kfc-hot-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4597965222666399757</id><published>2007-03-22T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:03:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been ages since i last read a new book.&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading old books.&lt;br /&gt;i've been called 'malaysia' by the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;because i've been reduced to reading malaysian comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need new books.&lt;br /&gt;preferably tear jerking once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. watching grey's is alr tears inducing enough already.&lt;br /&gt;especially when meredith 'died' and was talking to danny.&lt;br /&gt;it was even sadder when danny was talking about....moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fa thinks that i am worse than her in being an onlive tv addict because i've watched ugly better, heroes and desperate housewives. next i shall move to antm. but i prefer to watch antm on tv because the quality will be soo much better and the pictures will turn out GORGEOUS. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, someone please remind me that i'm supposed to have plans with fa, jib, cass on saturday!!! i completely forgot about the whole outing last week. thank god fa overslept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed hajar so much! we talked in the morning. i forgot how fun it was to talk to her. and i swear the ppl in IRAS has this affinity for me. not in a good way. it's creepy. oh well. whatever!&lt;br /&gt;i've dealt with a lot of bitchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are always not what they seem. you can have the best perspective of them and suddenly you're viewing the worst.&lt;br /&gt;such, is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what izzie said to george 'life is short. and it sucks sometimes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR something like that.&lt;br /&gt;i love grey's drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4597965222666399757?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4597965222666399757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4597965222666399757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4597965222666399757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4597965222666399757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-ages-since-i-last-read-new.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3781621593515767654</id><published>2007-03-21T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:22:51.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think irreplaceable is the catchiest song ever.&lt;br /&gt;ever done by beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;normally i just think her songs are too irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was sick yesterday. my tonsils were really terrible. on the verge of merging, so says the doctor. the doctor and I had this long talk about whether i should have a tonsillectomy(haha. so grey's). we had such a great conversation that i didn't mind paying $44 for my prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this is the reason why i had my 'i can't do anything miraculous' talk with najib. it's like i'm in food science. what can i do? invent new flavours? okay, i know i have important tasks to ensure that the food you ppl eat isn't loaded with harmful bacteria and stuffs. but do people appreciate what food scientists do? not as much as for those scientists who are researching cures for cancer and inventing new medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the other day, i was watching this documentary about a cure for cancer. and i'm thinking....these people are doing something about problems that we face. and what can i do? count bacteria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless one is doing nutrition. then that is a whole new different thing. we get to tell people what to eat and what not to eat. even though we know it's just falling on deaf ears. at least we're making a conscious effort to help these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to save lives or do something...heroic. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"It's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching a lot of grey's lately.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find more productive things to do.&lt;br /&gt;to take my mind off....things. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm irritated that i feel this way. 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height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3955363312901295770</id><published>2007-03-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:36:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i travelled all the way to choa chu kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just to deliver dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3955363312901295770?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7775716363183099107</id><published>2007-03-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:06:56.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communication skills for applied science 3             B&lt;br /&gt;food preservation &amp; quality assurance project      C+&lt;br /&gt;food processing                                                           C&lt;br /&gt;advanced food science                                               B&lt;br /&gt;health &amp;amp; wellness                                                       C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty much laidback this sem. no jumping for joy after exams. no torturous burning the midnight oil crazy sessions. no complaining about my papers.&lt;br /&gt;so NOW, i'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of the Cs i expect them to be a D actually. i can't believe i got a C&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*freaking*&lt;/span&gt;plus for fpqap. considering that i sucked at the first interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: what is the microbial limit for coliforms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A(my head says 10, but somehow i said): errrr.......100?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear after years of torturing students, the lecturers have this strong psychic power knowing what you do not know and pin point it on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and health &amp; wellness. OMG...C! i SERIOUSLY expected a D. not even a D+. u know never believe that there exist an EASY subject. everyone says H&amp;amp;W is easy...but what happens? they give us shit to do! collaboration with HPB, exhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm kinda disappointed for my food processing. i so badly wanted it to be a B+ or a B because i did soo well for all the quizzes and term tests. but seeing that an easy term test was set, the exam paper had to be a killer paper! i think i completely lose 7 marks because i didn't convert kelvin to degree celcius. just because of that! pfts!!! oh and i had a minor breakdown before the paper. i was sooo sleepy from NOT sleeping the day before. i only finished the 2nd chapter at 10pm out of the total 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;centrifugal system never come out! raah!! the whole refrigeration system never even come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm allowed to say this now seeing that we've got our results and all.&lt;br /&gt;i thought adfs was such a fun paper! it's like everything i studied came out. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got my results my mum said 'wah, lucky you never fail anything!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;whhaaaat??!!!&lt;/span&gt; am i supposed to fail? i make sure such a thing doesnt happen! not too sound overconfident but i definitely have learnt how to prioritize better as the sems go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the timing of my results couldn't have come at a more 'perfect' timing. my malaysian cousin scored all As for his.......10 subjects. FREAK. and he faxed his results over. fine...rub it in my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad: you've never scored an A before right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: ...no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad: you know your cousin scored all As blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: good for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad: nvm, as long as you do your best. that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right! i am going to be soo nice as to NOT interpret that in a condescending way. i know my dad! he always means something when he does the 'good parent' technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be celebrating my results, good or bad, tmr!&lt;br /&gt;and my parents won't be at home.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mum: so what do you want for passing all your subjects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me: you can just go on that vacation! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents need to have a life. they do NOTHING all day but check the stock market. it's irritating! them, lacking of a life, robs me of mine. oh well, old parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7775716363183099107?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7775716363183099107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7775716363183099107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;threshold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's always a limit to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much of a good thing is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much of a bad thing is disastrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different people have different tolerance levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, where do i lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3576450814492309675?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3576450814492309675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haji lane, though the name suggests...piousness, is soo sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping haven!&lt;br /&gt;everything was GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-2232452155998736549?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/2232452155998736549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=2232452155998736549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2232452155998736549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2232452155998736549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/haji-lane-though-name-suggests.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4378238832839751945</id><published>2007-03-05T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:19:05.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E6E6FA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many talents, and you are great at sharing those talents with others.&lt;br /&gt;Most people would be jealous of your clever intellect, but you're just too likeable to elicit jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Progressive and original, you're usually thinking up cutting edge ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Quick witted and fast thinking, you have difficulty finding new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superhuman brainpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your susceptibility to boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Ace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take that najib,&lt;br /&gt;i don't have gay powers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH&lt;br /&gt;TO ME!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4378238832839751945?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4378238832839751945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4378238832839751945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4378238832839751945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4378238832839751945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-birthdate-march-5-you-have-many.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8366684546167257387</id><published>2007-03-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:18:27.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/SG.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i said ' you look like a skinnier version of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i look like a fatter version of you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i swear we look....related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a planned intimate affair turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;a whole class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, we were supposed to meet at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;mas called at 1150am and that was my wake up call!&lt;br /&gt;omg....i actually woke up at 9am to ask rose abt our meeting point, you know!&lt;br /&gt;and i even set my alarm clock at 1030am.&lt;br /&gt;shit.....overcomplacency of my napping abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so got dressed and called a cab.&lt;br /&gt;took me 5 mins to get a cab!&lt;br /&gt;3 times of 'there is no available cab in your area&lt;br /&gt;please press 2 if you want to continue'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so made my way down to pizza hut first.&lt;br /&gt;but the venue was changed.&lt;br /&gt;the whole seoul garden was filled with TP students.&lt;br /&gt;spent 3 hours in seoul garden!&lt;br /&gt;ppl ate &amp; ate &amp;amp; ate &amp; ate &amp;amp; ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, spent a whole lot of time&lt;br /&gt;deciding where to go after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, after much deliberation,&lt;br /&gt;mas, rose &amp; i went down to bugis to drop by sim lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sim lim, mas &amp;amp; i were damn sleepy alr.&lt;br /&gt;so we all decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;OMG...such wasted-ness.&lt;br /&gt;and my feet was hurting like @#$%^&lt;br /&gt;it's okay...the shoes are still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 12 &amp;amp; 38 back home.&lt;br /&gt;my mum has a new student. she's teaching malay tuition.&lt;br /&gt;the girl is sooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;mixed blooded.&lt;br /&gt;curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;aahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;so cutee! so eager to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! CNY visiting tmr with the poly mates.&lt;br /&gt;waahhh....i've been constantly going out ever since exams.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LIFE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to reserve saturday to study my&lt;br /&gt;BTT and madrasah.&lt;br /&gt;stupid sukarti.....must have quiz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8366684546167257387?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8366684546167257387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8366684546167257387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8366684546167257387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8366684546167257387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-i-said-you-look-like-skinnier.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1681325212037357261</id><published>2007-03-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:44:27.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;i'm guessing i'm not going to have anymore exams for the next upcoming 2 sems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make plans. make dates.&lt;br /&gt;i'm absolutely free.&lt;br /&gt;well, for a month that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a damn long time since i really wrote a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;well, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was chaotic. uber chaotic and noisy. i was asleep and was woken up to my dad screaming and yelling and shouting and banging doors. as usual, if he's angry, he makes sure the whole house, wait NO, the whole NEIGHBOURHOOD, knows it. he banged on my bedroom door demanding me to wake up when it's only 9am right after my exam paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i asked my mum what the fuss was all about, it turned out that my dad was finding some pieces of paper. YES, he was screaming for PAPER! when i was lying in bed, all i could think of was....'type A personality has a higher risk of coronary heart disease'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, type A being the impatient and aggressive and temperamental kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet najib at 12pm at kembangan mrt to watch norbit. but i couldn't wake up on time so i postponed it to 2pm instead. i was kinda late and he panicked that we don't have time to make it for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm perpetually late. i was surprised that i actually came early for my exams. maybe because i didn't sleep for both nights! or the fact that i woke up really early to memorise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norbit was funny! but it's kinda bad making fun of fat people like that. after norbit, najib had to head back home because.....he had to take care of his niece. RAAHH! all that travelling time just for 'cheapest movie tickets in town!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we went to see the baby. slacked at the aunt's house. rolled around with the baby! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought shoes! red shoes!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;najib is the WORST person for shopping. he just cannot decide. or he just doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole day was spent with the best friend. saw us talking about how are the outcome of our exams. we're such geeks laa! we insult using scientific chiminologies. like 'angina pectoris' or 'myocardial infarction' etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow will be spent with mas, van, rose, farisha and some others for pizza hut. celebrating the end of exams for the community nutrition kids! i'm sure it's gonna be a blast. seeing how brunch went so well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday will be CNY visiting with a little twist. not supposed to say it here but yeah, she IS the main person.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but sound bitter about it, i'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything that's ever happened was fake, come clean about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1681325212037357261?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1681325212037357261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1681325212037357261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1681325212037357261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1681325212037357261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/03/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3681145806767190504</id><published>2007-02-26T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:37:23.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to be a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;a yellow &amp; porous sponge.&lt;br /&gt;okay. think sponge.&lt;br /&gt;think absorbing information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! i'm so nervous it's vomit-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;death by information overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo tempted to start pulling my hair!!&lt;br /&gt;curl up one corner and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absorb &amp;amp; regurgitate.&lt;br /&gt;absorb &amp;amp; regurgitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3681145806767190504?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3681145806767190504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3681145806767190504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3681145806767190504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3681145806767190504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-need-to-be-sponge.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1774795869509179560</id><published>2007-02-22T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:38:57.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER OF ALL STUPID SUBJECTS&lt;br /&gt;IS FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*cue for whole h&amp;w cohort to rejoice and scream for joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*confettis*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*h&amp;w notes thrown all over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*in your face, mrs C!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paper was manageable. when we opened the paper, mas and I were smiling to each other. haha....NO, we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flirting. it's just that the first question is about.....factors affecting alcohol intake in the body. second question rocked even more.....2 types of cancer! BENIGN *nudges najib* and malignant. i think the best was the question about what conditions will worsen myopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the test, we had subject evaluation to do. i think ALL of us marked mrs C down. i see no purpose of working with HPB whatsoever. thank god they made it non examinable since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, van, mas, rose, farisha &amp; i brunch-ed at BK. we had a lot of fun talking. i never knew these people were such a joy to be around with! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and mas got himself 4 coloured contacts. i swear, vainpot!! and he blames it on ME that he's spending a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;love, if you didn't notice, i bought 2 shoes and both of them were bought with you around!&lt;br /&gt;tit-for-tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time to start studying for exams!&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eh, walao! work place not calling ah?!! i need the money!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1774795869509179560?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1774795869509179560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1774795869509179560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1774795869509179560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1774795869509179560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/mother-of-all-stupid-subjects-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8905940422727796424</id><published>2007-02-20T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:24:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why is it that i actually took up a liking for cooking when i am supposed to be studying?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that whenever i am studying i don't even feel a tiny bit of stress mounting?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that i feel that i must have coloured pens to study properly?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that everytime i'm not studying i will ask people whether they are?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that everytime i wake up early for the sole purpose of studying, i end up starting to hit the books at.......4pm?!!&lt;br /&gt;why is it that for my breaks, i take the trouble to cook my own food instead of just wolfing them down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;why is it that when i have the momentum to study, i will start doing something stupid like....blogging, dancing and decorating my notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, fpr processing of dairy products is DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;which is a damn good thing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what i also think?&lt;br /&gt;i think will &amp;amp; grace is damn good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready to make niceeeee&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready to back downnnn&lt;br /&gt;still mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have time to go round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8905940422727796424?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8905940422727796424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8905940422727796424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8905940422727796424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8905940422727796424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-is-it-that-i-actually-took-up.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3153108004970254299</id><published>2007-02-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:18:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"and if i get lost, how am i supposed to wash my hair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"later, if i see butterfly and i got scared. then i run and got lost, how?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OMG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I ROLLED ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND DIED FROM ALL THE BIMBOTIC-NESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3153108004970254299?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3153108004970254299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3153108004970254299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3153108004970254299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3153108004970254299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-if-i-get-lost-how-am-i-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8415826809549389382</id><published>2007-02-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:13:59.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm already in a holiday mood!&lt;br /&gt;omg...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;what??!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to start studying. like.....NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a strange wake up call today.&lt;br /&gt;after the call, i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up again, i was thinking....&lt;br /&gt;'did that whole conversation really happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the bestfriends today.&lt;br /&gt;who happened to be one hour late!&lt;br /&gt;i swear....this is where i get my 'coming late' streak!&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, it was  good.&lt;br /&gt;having to talk to friends who really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meeting them, i went home.&lt;br /&gt;TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;how....unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;woke up to....'something's gotta give'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm 63 years old and i'm in love.......for the first time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess where love is concerned, who cares if the one who got dumped is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is the part where i shall say i'll be gone for a week.&lt;br /&gt;to study my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE GONE FOR A WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;TO STUDY MY BUTT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy chinese new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8415826809549389382?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8415826809549389382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8415826809549389382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8415826809549389382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8415826809549389382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-already-in-holiday-mood-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-2421708082323039387</id><published>2007-02-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:47:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/balloon-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/card.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and pooh said to piglet "Life is so much friendlier with two"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the balloon and several cards given out for valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cutest quote for the cutest person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. i sound bias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-2421708082323039387?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/2421708082323039387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=2421708082323039387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2421708082323039387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2421708082323039387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/balloon-and-several-cards-given-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1731098946785707197</id><published>2007-02-15T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:07:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i feel insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1731098946785707197?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1731098946785707197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1731098946785707197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1731098946785707197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1731098946785707197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-insignificant.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3480717073950708466</id><published>2007-02-14T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T01:49:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think, i can safely say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is the most happiest time of the year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because I get to buy a lot of things for my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and have them appreciate the thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can also go over the top in giving them gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and no one can say i'm exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3480717073950708466?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3480717073950708466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3480717073950708466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3480717073950708466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3480717073950708466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-can-safely-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1954996793225340981</id><published>2007-02-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:35:22.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;generally i have no problems with my religious school teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have been studying religion for........11 years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's quite irritating that i have a problem with one. now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she has this 'if i see you with a boy outside, i will tell your parents' look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we're supposed to have a test on 25/2/06.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one day before my FINAL EXAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told her whether i could just take my test the week after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she had to tell the class that i wanted to change the whole class' test date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she calls it a 'win-win' situation. HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her lessons are so boring it's sleep inducing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she thinks it's criminal to rest your head on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you're the principal of Al-Maarif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss grey's anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm hating myself right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;low self esteem lasts longer than i thought it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have so much plans for V day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many gift ideas to give everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even those just-friends kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now i'm lazy to do them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now i'm thinking in terms of......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHOCOLATES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cliche!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want a &lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt;, date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i need a &lt;em&gt;cuddle&lt;/em&gt;, cuddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad, sad&lt;/strong&gt; isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1954996793225340981?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1954996793225340981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1954996793225340981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1954996793225340981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1954996793225340981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/generally-i-have-no-problems-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3719616358720003297</id><published>2007-02-10T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:26:21.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/DSC00269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mother of all projects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you guys get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in two weeks' time, final exams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't even touch anything yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too caught up in doing projects for the whole 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;havent touched anything for H&amp;amp;W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of which all the 3 topics' lectures i didn't attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or...maybe i did but i fell asleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like as if the lectures helps. she reads from the slides WHOLLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prolly start starving myself just so i have more studying time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;congrats TNMBRNAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll be seeing more of each other in school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope! =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3719616358720003297?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3719616358720003297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3719616358720003297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3719616358720003297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3719616358720003297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/mother-of-all-projects-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-6388372847508528919</id><published>2007-02-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:44:29.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>najib &amp; i baked muffins today. chocolate chip walnut muffins.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;such a cute thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;not when half the time he thinks i'm some stupid retarded no brainer bimbo who doesn't know a thing or two about baking muffins. woman, i've been making muffins for one whole semester!!&lt;br /&gt;if it's not fpqap, it's adfs. endless muffin baking preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after muffin baking, we played uno stacko. which i lost in every game. i simply do not have the patience to slowly take out the blocks. and with najib always making me drawing two blocks. bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please invent strong grip plasters.&lt;br /&gt;everytime when i have blisters at the back of my leg, i need 4 plasters to actually protect the blister from my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;but eventually, the plaster will ride up.&lt;br /&gt;rah!&lt;br /&gt;to think someone would have thought of a new invention by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i have a penchant for attention seeking cats.&lt;br /&gt;heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rights. PROJECTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-6388372847508528919?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/6388372847508528919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=6388372847508528919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6388372847508528919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6388372847508528919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/najib-i-baked-muffins-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4807267456112169340</id><published>2007-02-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:11:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;give me a moment to savour this not-a-big-deal moment of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took my basic theory etrials.....twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i passed them ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was such a motivating thing for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the classroom, i was clapping silently to myself for every test that i passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some more the words 'PASSED' are those HUGE kind letters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where your neighbours can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you fail, the person next to you automatically will take a glance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can almost feel them smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i pass, my neighbour just looked. he took quite a while to sign up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was already rushing my questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was vey discouraging when i failed my basic theory the first time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could see a future of me forever depending on public transport and having to cramp with smelly people during rush hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now that i'm almost a inch closer to having myself seated in the driver's seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm seeing a future of me.....doing the things i did when i was sec 2 go-karting at downtown east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to tell myself that a car is a very expensive piece of metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is already 2/2/07.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to start studying. NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, maybe in 3 hours time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just came back from airport after lunching with yigang at sakae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is a good friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday with no school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, forget about studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have loads of projects to rush for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 to pass up next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;csas, fpr, fpqap &amp; h&amp;amp;w.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm kinda immune to projects alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, there's a lot to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's what i've been doing for 2 semesters alr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a love-hate relationship with my course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak kenal, maka tak cinta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4807267456112169340?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4807267456112169340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4807267456112169340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4807267456112169340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4807267456112169340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/02/give-me-moment-to-savour-this-not-big.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3025045789933458672</id><published>2007-01-28T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:39:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/balloon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me for my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to sound suicidal/depressed.&lt;br /&gt;it just gets me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, if it had been last saturday, i would have just reached home from jam&amp;hop.&lt;br /&gt;and it has been a week since the open house.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i feel....nothing.&lt;br /&gt;no sadness.&lt;br /&gt;no absense.&lt;br /&gt;no...longing.&lt;br /&gt;i should say that jam&amp;amp;hop was the time i had the most fun in all 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;everyone crammed in a small area and everyone sweating.&lt;br /&gt;dancing like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;screaming like as if it's a real concert.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;overrated fun...but still it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;over rated because we do this every year.&lt;br /&gt;some big school event will always end with a jam&amp;hop.&lt;br /&gt;routine. tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, the week went by like a blur.&lt;br /&gt;monday was spent on finishing my adfs project. once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;monday was also spent going out with fiona. we went to concourse. to get balloons.&lt;br /&gt;we were also supposed to go to art friend but we forgot about the time that we only head for bras basah complex at 9pm. which obviously was closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday &amp;amp; thursday was our long awaited exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;after much bitching and secret plans of stranggling a few ppl to death, our exhibition went well.&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone is hoping for a pass in health &amp; wellness.&lt;br /&gt;there was a test on thursday but i totally didn't study for it.&lt;br /&gt;i was already telling myself 'i didn't study for the test. why should i even come?'&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i came in the end. late....but still managed to do the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed H&amp;amp;W practical on friday. on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i'm expecting a warning letter to be issued. this just shows&lt;br /&gt;how much drive i have for H&amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;none. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;and NO, i am still going to do reasonably well this sem.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to succumb to last minute studying and panicking.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm starting on the first day of february!&lt;br /&gt;the whole 3 weeks of studying to prepare for the 26th and 27th.&lt;br /&gt;and prolly a 10% test for H&amp;amp;W during study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my term tests, i can celebrate my birthday in peace.&lt;br /&gt;however i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;5th of march also means another thing.......&lt;br /&gt;BASIC THEORY TEST.&lt;br /&gt;if i fail BTT on MY BIRTHDAY, i have no idea what to do about myself.&lt;br /&gt;and yes hairul, i know it's common sense!&lt;br /&gt;i just didn't study. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm due for SIP in another few months.&lt;br /&gt;fast, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have a religious class to attend tmr.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intan this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;i love muse now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3025045789933458672?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3025045789933458672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3025045789933458672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3025045789933458672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3025045789933458672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/excuse-me-for-my-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5536464747293955717</id><published>2007-01-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:27:57.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/binge.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know what i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i binge eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you know what else i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;commenting and insulting doesn't help one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just makes it WORST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps: i don't eat as much as the person in the picture though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5536464747293955717?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5536464747293955717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5536464747293955717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5536464747293955717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5536464747293955717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/u-know-what-i-think-i-binge-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-6107269863971206443</id><published>2007-01-23T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T01:06:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open house 2006/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/openhouse.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was unbelievably&lt;br /&gt;BORING &amp; SAD&lt;br /&gt;number of friends made this year......&lt;br /&gt;FEW.&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the whole event&lt;br /&gt;mass dance/cheeky dance/school song.&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;everything other than that, was heartbreakingly painful.&lt;br /&gt;paul cried this year. again.&lt;br /&gt;which kinda nulls last year's tears.&lt;br /&gt;i teared during 05/06 last day of open house.&lt;br /&gt;this year, i fell asleep while they're giving the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raahh! i'm just glad everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;totally &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; suffering from iguides withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see who's main comm next year.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after open house, it's a mad rush for projects.&lt;br /&gt;and more projects.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i'm done with adfs. have to score well for the report.&lt;br /&gt;i only passed the term tests. report must make up for losses!!&lt;br /&gt;one down and 3 more to go!!&lt;br /&gt;grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-6107269863971206443?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/6107269863971206443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=6107269863971206443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6107269863971206443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6107269863971206443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-house-20062007.html' title='open house 2006/2007'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1358333703568533204</id><published>2007-01-17T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:07:25.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what dancing is all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8P7FB3_0_7Y' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8P7FB3_0_7Y'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think travis is HOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1358333703568533204?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1358333703568533204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1358333703568533204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1358333703568533204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1358333703568533204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-dancing-is-all-about_17.html' title='what dancing is all about'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-9075727600751278581</id><published>2007-01-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:26:43.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/nineteen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;open 15/1/07 malay newspaper and turn to page 9&lt;br /&gt;you'll be greeted by 3 people from Iguides.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm being bitter or anything&lt;br /&gt;but i think there are far more better people&lt;br /&gt;to represent and talk about iguides to the media, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m o v i n g o n . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, i went for my religious class.&lt;br /&gt;which was seriously hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;coming from a totally open environment and having not attended any religious classes for the past 2 years has made me forget how 'reserved' these people are.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, there are cute guys around. my last religious class wasn't loaded with them.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully also, there's siti. was so happy that i knew someone from my course doing the same things that i do.&lt;br /&gt;takes the mind off all the serious stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;and now i know why irsyad needs to be renovated badly.&lt;br /&gt;their toilets are atrocious. no tissue or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;their canteen is really small.&lt;br /&gt;classrooms lack of space too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;while on the journey home, najib &amp; I couldn't stop debating about religion.&lt;br /&gt;is it going to be like this from now on?!!?&lt;br /&gt;sheesh! on&amp;amp;on about what is right and what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and it's always me trying to provide a lengthy explanation just so i can bend the rules a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said to me&lt;br /&gt;' i'm gonna turn 20. i have to do something right'&lt;br /&gt;kinda puts things into perspective for me&lt;br /&gt;knowing that i'm gonna be 19 this year. older and not younger.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly more wise not immature.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be the big 2-0 in a year's time&lt;br /&gt;and i still think i haven't made full use of my teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even experienced heart break yet! haha&lt;br /&gt;hell, i haven't even discussed about curfew and freedom with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, with all the things said,&lt;br /&gt;let's put it off for another day, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-9075727600751278581?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/9075727600751278581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=9075727600751278581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/9075727600751278581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/9075727600751278581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-15107-malay-newspaper-and-turn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1125405366918812187</id><published>2007-01-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:58:55.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was such a waste of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you love something so much and want it to be successful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see it crumble right infront of your eyes is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the biggest letdown. ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1125405366918812187?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1125405366918812187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1125405366918812187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1125405366918812187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1125405366918812187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-such-waste-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3782300940678882249</id><published>2007-01-10T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:57:50.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/dracula.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing how najib already posed for more ridiculous pictures, this is just so normal.&lt;br /&gt;and i suck at writing inverted words.&lt;br /&gt;and also handling an agar plate and pipette&lt;br /&gt;w/o looking like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a serious note,&lt;br /&gt;i failed one term test.&lt;br /&gt;to make myself feel better, a lot of ppl failed too.&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the question, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;okay, study week just got pushed up earlier for me.&lt;br /&gt;way way earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3782300940678882249?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3782300940678882249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3782300940678882249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3782300940678882249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3782300940678882249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/seeing-how-najib-already-posed-for-more.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8918339620393109461</id><published>2007-01-07T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:45:03.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PACKING DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/smallIG.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;compared to last year, 4 days of back breaking activity and hand breaking routines&lt;br /&gt;this year, with the help of the normal iguides,&lt;br /&gt;we managed to finish 14 000 in 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;8 freaking hours!!&lt;br /&gt;last year, we can only do 4000 bags in one night.&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last year was still undeniably better than this year's.&lt;br /&gt;we made friends last year. A LOT of friends.&lt;br /&gt;this year is just....static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;i'll always miss the times&lt;br /&gt;we spent last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, i won't miss&lt;br /&gt;this year's as much.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally decided&lt;br /&gt;with the influence of najib&lt;br /&gt;that i should continue my&lt;br /&gt;religious studies.&lt;br /&gt;it's prolly a slow and meticulous way&lt;br /&gt;of....getting in touch with my God. again.&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8918339620393109461?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8918339620393109461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8918339620393109461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8918339620393109461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8918339620393109461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/packing-day.html' title='PACKING DAY'/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-4060460158453555873</id><published>2007-01-05T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:19:42.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/DSC00014.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman i dressed up for today.&lt;br /&gt;i made it into an R21 movie, borat. w/o ID. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn funny, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the good movie, bought stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i always have to buy things whenever i go out.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's an undiscovered disease.&lt;br /&gt;like the sony walkman guy who is a soundaholic.&lt;br /&gt;OR...could be just plain uncontrollable IMPULSE.&lt;br /&gt;this time it was sunglasses, 3 tube tops(been getting feedback abt too much...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exposure&lt;/span&gt;) and a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the times when my dad is overseas.&lt;br /&gt;the house is peaceful and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;no screaming.&lt;br /&gt;no bossing around.&lt;br /&gt;no fussing.&lt;br /&gt;no mess.&lt;br /&gt;total complete freedom over my room.&lt;br /&gt;no interrogations.&lt;br /&gt;and definitely....&lt;br /&gt;no fights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and times like these,&lt;br /&gt;my mum &amp; i got the chance to bond&lt;br /&gt;over shopping for large &amp;amp; expensive items.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been the mummy's girl! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-4060460158453555873?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/4060460158453555873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=4060460158453555873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4060460158453555873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/4060460158453555873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/woman-i-dressed-up-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7779462445797041257</id><published>2007-01-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:24:28.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/umbrellas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twas raining heavily in the evening just now.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i was the only goon without an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;a kind aunty came up to me and offered to share her umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;she even said&lt;br /&gt;"cross your hands over mine so that we're closer&lt;br /&gt;and you don't get caught in the rain"&lt;br /&gt;not many singaporeans will do that, i think.&lt;br /&gt;such a simple gesture,&lt;br /&gt;such great gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7779462445797041257?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7779462445797041257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7779462445797041257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7779462445797041257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7779462445797041257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-2521188731856521787</id><published>2007-01-03T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:45:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/newyear.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year didn't get a good start.&lt;br /&gt;had a minor eye infection. or i don't know what's it called.&lt;br /&gt;i was asleep by 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;only to be woken up at 12am by people screaming.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i forgot it was already 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this new year, i'm not expecting on things&lt;br /&gt;that i don't have or couldn't get.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thankful for the things that i already have.&lt;br /&gt;family, friends, happiness, good health &amp; world peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've always been upset with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, who else can i get upset with in the house?!&lt;br /&gt;underneath all that fighting and anger, i still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my tehxis, especially, though we never meet everyday.&lt;br /&gt;we still have that bond between us that hopefully will never ever break.&lt;br /&gt;like maya said, 6 years of ASS KICKING friendship.&lt;br /&gt;and definitely MORE to come. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my poly mates, we'll continue having our&lt;br /&gt;own fun, won't we?!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a brand new year, we've got to have brand new things right?! okay. sorry. i'm just in love with the new phone. &amp;amp;hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/k800i.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-2521188731856521787?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/2521188731856521787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=2521188731856521787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2521188731856521787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/2521188731856521787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2007/01/throws-confetti-my-new-year-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8846909773835039637</id><published>2006-12-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:21:04.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;here's wishing you a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/zahirah/zahxmas.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;christmas was not celebrated for me.&lt;br /&gt;watched endless cable tv at my aunt's place.&lt;br /&gt;the incredibles, twice. all because of edna mode. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iguides camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and for the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari raya haji on 31st december '06&lt;br /&gt;last day of '06.&lt;br /&gt;again, not celebrating much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'07.&lt;br /&gt;it seems just like a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;when i'm still a freshie.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i have another year left&lt;br /&gt;until i take my leave&lt;br /&gt;to pursue something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the next time i'll blog, it'll be a new year.&lt;br /&gt;'06 was a fun year for me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who's made it happen. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: HEROES is great!&lt;br /&gt;milo ventimiglia(jess) has flying capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;awesomeeexxzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8846909773835039637?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8846909773835039637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8846909773835039637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8846909773835039637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8846909773835039637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-to-wishing-you-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-214312238177764285</id><published>2006-12-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:33:41.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>airport with the tehxis and aruna to send yi gang off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was never a person to visit the airport to study/eat/walk around/stuffs that ppl do at the airport other than for travelling purposes. the only times i visit the airport is to fly off and to occassionally see people off. so today was quite a new thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had a small christmas dinner at fish&amp;amp;co before sending yi gang off at 830pm. so plenty of hugs and kisses and he's off to korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these airport business has made me want to go travelling. like go on looong loong flights. minus the jetlags though. the last time i came back from Europe, my nights and days were reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start preparing for the camp. i also need people who knows the dance. HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-214312238177764285?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/214312238177764285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=214312238177764285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/214312238177764285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/214312238177764285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/airport-with-tehxis-and-aruna-to-send.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5036630927770534518</id><published>2006-12-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:25:35.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was spent attending OSH and parkway parade-ing with najib. we went to topshop/topman. i made najib try about 10 shirts/tees but somehow, nothing looks right on him. it's quite frustrating everytime he opens the door and he looks weird and i can't place a finger on what is it. normally, when i go shopping with yi gang, it's really easy because he'll look nice. it's just that we'll discuss about whether it's pricey or whether he really needs them or not. yi gang is a very sensible shopper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, a very ego-boosting for najib is he suits more of an S rather than an M. small leeeh! what i'd give to be a......10? damn these...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mountains&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was a rockin' day because i finally get to meet karlina after sooo long. my worst fears had to come live when she called me saying that she didn't know how to get out of the station platform. she is officially a ....tourist! =P it was dresses-in-no-heels day for both of us. half of the time we spent talking about my prospects of going australia. HINT: melbourne. cause that's where karlina is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that talking to her just made my post-diploma dream very real. i'm quite surprised that their system is really alike to poly. they hace CDS. they have the second time repeat subjects. online systems. lecture notes which you must copy down. apart from all that, i worry because sending me there would cost a bomb for my parents. and i know for a fact, that if my parents are not around, i turn into some unleashed crazy person coming home at 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i refuse to go to malaysia to continue my studies. i mean...malaysia...the only thing i can associate malaysia with is: CHEAP shopping. if i go malaysia, i'll be dumped with my cousins which really sucked since they're religious and pious and *runs there's a guy coming....where's my tudung...RUUN!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i can get examptions as promised on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Completion of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.rmit.edu.au/redirect?URL=%2Fprograms%2Fc5184"&gt;Diploma of Food Science and Technology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; will usually provide exemptions of up to one year in the Bachelor of Applied Science (Food Technology and Nutrition). "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i'm doing food science and NUTRITION. so i think my course is a little diluted than FST. i know it's crazy thinking of all this 2 years before anything will actually happen. but this is what i want to look forward to. this is what i have to study my ass for. this is what prevents me from thinking that i can just graduate from poly with a measly GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. 830am jogging at bedok reservoir tomorrow! let's get those ATPs burning, shall we?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5036630927770534518?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5036630927770534518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5036630927770534518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5036630927770534518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5036630927770534518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/recap-friday-was-spent-attending-osh.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-3277646991031844015</id><published>2006-12-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:01:06.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i refuse to watch titanic on malaysia's tv3.&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to cry over the fact&lt;br /&gt;that they didn't have enough life boats to fit all the passengers on the ship.&lt;br /&gt;who says i'll cry for the fact the jack died and rose lived to be a frail, old woman?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just really sad at how pompous people used to be.&lt;br /&gt;so you're poor, you're not fit to be greeted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny how leonardo di caprio always got to be the greatest hero?&lt;br /&gt;he was JACK of 'i'm the king of the world, titanic'.&lt;br /&gt;he was ROMEO montague of the 'wrong-timing-eat-poison couple, romeo &amp; juliet.'&lt;br /&gt;and until then, somehow, he got ugly.&lt;br /&gt;or better looking guys turned up.&lt;br /&gt;growing old has never looked good on anybody. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on a shoe &amp;amp; book shopping spree! i finally can say that my wardrobe is almost to the brim filled with clothes. because right now, shoes makes me the happiest! and books keep me sane. it's been an awfully looong time since i spent a lot of time at the bookstore....reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so now i've got to think of what to bring for the 26th iguides potluck camp. i bring plates and cups caaan?!? i also need to get around to buying a sleeping bag for myself instead of always borrowing from people. i also need to call up my printer person and decide whether i need a new printer-cum-scanner-cum-photocopier or go down all the way to harbourfront to service it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and najib......jogging starts on MONDAY. if i'm crazy enough, we'll start on SUNDAY. i think we should shop more often. demoralize ourselves and start building a drive to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi gang, i miss shopping with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-3277646991031844015?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/3277646991031844015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=3277646991031844015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3277646991031844015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/3277646991031844015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-refuse-to-watch-titanic-on-malaysias.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7976259313403198719</id><published>2006-12-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:08:20.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's over!&lt;br /&gt;*clack heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more term tests and weird happy &amp; calm moments from not studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not sure of the outcome of my term tests. really have not much confidence in passing the 35 mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPr 15 mark question is unbelievably &amp;amp; freakishly simple. illustrate a flow chart and explain advantageos and disadvantageous of no time dough method. and it's...15 marks. it's these kinds of questions that scare ppl. it's too simple to be true! i think they're giving out marks. three additives and its functions......6 marks! waah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;W was okay la. luckily i studied social cognitive theory. it was a 12 mark question. but i got one point wrong. i wrote down motivational support when it's supposed to be outcome expectation. the paper is irritating in the sense that i had to study a lot for this paper and the information are all clogged in my head. so if i read one question and i know the answer, i'll do it and half way doing the question, i'll read another question and write answers for that one too. like everything must write quickly before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AdFs was 'okay i cannot underestimate the paper'. i was hoping things like CLT, HUT and laboratory conditions to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fpqap was pbl. and pbl is crazy! i almost lost my paper in the pile of notes. i had to use my lap to place the notes that i need to use to find the answers. my table was soo full of notes. must go through one whole pile of notes just to find 3 words: PALCAM agar base. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...after tests, hung out at najib's house while waiting for 740pm to meet sharifah and cassandra to see zahid's band perform at B&amp;amp;J the cathay. it's really too bad that najib and fa wasn't as crazily enhu as i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow i still have school. OMG. operational effing safety effing hazards. they're teaching us where to place fire hydrants. EH....i don't even know how to use one laaa cann!! the things ASc comes up for the students as a graduant criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i'm letting my brain relax now.&lt;br /&gt;it's only TERM TESTS you knowww!&lt;br /&gt;exams, i think i won't eat, sleep, drink.&lt;br /&gt;all the time studying and memorising.&lt;br /&gt;but still....no As. such sad fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7976259313403198719?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7976259313403198719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7976259313403198719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7976259313403198719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7976259313403198719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-over-clack-heels-no-more-term-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-7565980762310750569</id><published>2006-12-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:20:51.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh...do look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tp.edu.sg/events/openhouse/default.htm"&gt;http://www.tp.edu.sg/events/openhouse/default.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15,000 goodie bags with FANTASTIC gifts and souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;omg. fantastic. omg. or shall i say.....fantastic, my ass!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;no one shall understand the pain except for the main/sub comm and the OMG soo nice and angelic normal iguides last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. and once again....another 15000 batch. whoppeedoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-7565980762310750569?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/7565980762310750569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=7565980762310750569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7565980762310750569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/7565980762310750569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-8383924357038120226</id><published>2006-12-12T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:43:16.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if masagoes names her hayley.&lt;br /&gt;i call her......mary. why? i have no idea. i actually wanted petom. but...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary has irritated me in more ways than one. not only did mary make a bad groupmember. mary's also.......ignorant. so mary msges in the morning asking me to bring notes for a thursday quiz so that mary can photocopy. i brought the notes to school. after the test(which was pass-able not 35-&amp;amp;-above-able), i called mary and guess what, she's outside of school. i swear i don't know how she can finish doing the test in under an hour but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point being there's a test on thursday and mary wants to photocopy the notes. i called mary and she's outside so mary didn't get to photocopy the notes. well, i may be bitching behind someone's back here but i actually worry for mary's grades. being this subject, a non-examinable one, the tests carry a higher weightage! it's really sad to see people not doing well because of little things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's even worse, was her excuse.&lt;br /&gt;"you never msg me back so i thought you never bring. so i left school alr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she msged me at 730am which OF COURSE, i'm still sleeping. i only read her msg during my last minutes before i left the house. i read her msg and quickly grabbed my file and left. i was even late for the test. and she still can tell me i didn't msg her. i was so nice to bring the notes for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't she worry for her ownself? because i worry for her and all of my friends. i don't worry for najib though. he's just too smart for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetracking.....&lt;br /&gt;how can people have time to dress up to school for term tests/exams?!!!? today i might as well come to school in my pyjamas or sumthing. i came to school at 9. came home at 11+ and continued sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tv. why was joan(of joan of arcadia) sent to crazy camp for talking to God? i loved her old-talking-to-God-self.&lt;br /&gt;and on tyra show. they were talking about childhoood obesity. i feel demoralized. the whole show i was thinking 'okay...i'm doing bedok reservoir like 3 rounds everyday or sumthing!'&lt;br /&gt;i want to achieve that 20% body fat. now that's something you don't hear everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying right now. 2 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-8383924357038120226?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/8383924357038120226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=8383924357038120226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8383924357038120226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/8383924357038120226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-masagoes-names-her-hayley.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-5089665280799781541</id><published>2006-12-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:41:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg....HIKMAH II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can die! i watched ONLY the last episode and i almost died of heart pain. now there's gonna be more drama. tts it. i can't tolerate watching these shows. it's like HELLOOO.....just get together already. kill the mother. kill the uncle. kill the aunty. hit the guy's head really hard. girl+guy back together again. end of story. now that is why i can't sit through a movie filled with love triangles and star-crossed lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you think you can dance?&lt;br /&gt;i swear i thought dmitry was to be booted today. najib thinks nigel is gay so that's why they're keeping him on the show. he is russian and he is hotstuff! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's adfs doing? haha.&lt;br /&gt;*smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-5089665280799781541?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/5089665280799781541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=5089665280799781541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5089665280799781541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/5089665280799781541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-6967277645325417457</id><published>2006-12-10T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:49:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sick, no?&lt;br /&gt;my nose is  dripping, yes?&lt;br /&gt;tissues all around, right?&lt;br /&gt;so i had no choice but to take the running nose medicine.&lt;br /&gt;which happens to also be a drowsy medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so smart right!&lt;br /&gt;the whole time i was memorizing sensory evaluation tests and practising maths, i wanted to either 1)sleep, 2)collapse or 3) drool all over my notes. because the medicine was THAT strong.&lt;br /&gt;ungh! i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares to all that, i may be high and woozey but i've officially read thru every subject and memorised at least one third of it. good for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, to prepare myself to watch interesting shows like so you think you can dance and last episode of hikmah, i have booked the project room to study for my tuesday's paper intensively. me, alone, in a project room! i might go crazy echoing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also must clarify that i am not a fan of hikmah but since the show has been running for soo long, i feel that i MUST know the BLARDY-finally-finish ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soo looking forward to AFTER term tests. and finishing my HPB proposal. we must celebrate to that, i swear!!!!! the work of 4, i repeat FOUR, brilliant minds!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-6967277645325417457?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/6967277645325417457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=6967277645325417457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6967277645325417457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/6967277645325417457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-sick-no-my-nose-is-dripping-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17822101.post-1931594474175286332</id><published>2006-12-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:59:35.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f***, i got ripped off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i spent $47 on something that costs $35.90.&lt;br /&gt;daylight*effing*robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse&amp;swear&amp;amp;stompsfeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think the original price was $59. and i even thought she was being a nice person to give me such a discount! cheat my feelings! i was sooo planning on being their loyal customer.&lt;br /&gt;well....NOT ANYMORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OPEN SEASON sucked! fithri was right! it lasted about an hour. i almost wanted to fall asleep 30 minutes into the show. all the nice parts are in the trailer itself. don't waste your time watching the whole movie because the trailer is much much much more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am not discouraged because next i want to watch meet the robinsons, ratatouille and borat! animations are getting more popular now. the holiday looks nice too. jude law~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have just stuck to watching happy feet.....AGAIN! and i swear intan was in theatre 3 and i was in theatre 4. damn it!!! missed the chance to 'accidentally' bump into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to study!!!!!! omg....stones should be thrown at me! but at least right now, my mind's in peace. my H&amp;amp;W proposal got rejected but i think our new idea is much more feasible than the last one. i have more confidence in our new idea. and i thought since we need to come up with a new idea, XXYY would want to be more involved but alas, XXYY spoke about 10 words to make XXYY's self not look stupid. seriously, i don't give a shit about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just hope some people should just stop being too stubborn or thinking too much. it affects the mental health. it also clouds their judgment and will easily lead to a very stupid misunderstanding/argument. life is not always bad and meant to be screwed! so if it is bad, step back and rethink about everything again and see whether your actions are worthwhile or just meant to be the last straw on the camel's back. for once, being carefree isn't a bad idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of everything else, i am falling ill. sometimes air con and me do not go well together.&lt;br /&gt;how to study like this?!?! i don't want to fail anything! i want to do well. continue studying after i'm done with poly. so yess.....i shall study even if i'm down with bad bad flu!&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend to cuddle up with right now would be great! heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17822101-1931594474175286332?l=perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/feeds/1931594474175286332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17822101&amp;postID=1931594474175286332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1931594474175286332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17822101/posts/default/1931594474175286332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfunctory-praises.blogspot.com/2006/12/f-i-got-ripped-off-last-week-i-spent-47.html' title=''/><author><name>sitinurzahirah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7k9EwonEQfI/THXfYPxInlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyRZIHWmxrk/S220/Photo+on+2010-04-20+at+13.13+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
