<?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-726093398158436026</id><updated>2011-10-03T10:59:16.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nur Mya</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-1696180839299048351</id><published>2011-03-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:09:05.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im a barbie doll. a creature u made so dat u cld please urself. u pretended to shower me wif love so dat i cld continue playing dress-up wif u. im neat and polished. exactly how u wanted me to be. a mundane life wif no excitement. no adventures. plain-jane. simple and sweet. perfectly trimmed eyebrows, shaved legs, dresses and high heels. am i ur perfect barbie yet?? have i satisfied ur needs? make-up to hide my face, my shame and to cover my flaws. u hate everything about me. dats why u turned me into dis. locked in ur world. heaven to u, prison to me. U are my Ken and I am ur Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how do u like me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-1696180839299048351?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/1696180839299048351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbie-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/1696180839299048351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/1696180839299048351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbie-me.html' title='Barbie Me'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-2741880333121719105</id><published>2011-01-05T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:02:32.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After days of working and lazy-ing at home doin nothing,i finally realised i've got a blog ! how amazing ! hahaha..0ouh DARN it ! lets just cut the crap. i only write in my blog when i've got somethin to say. im just not the daily-writer kind. so yea,im writing here todae cause im down-right-nervous. abt wat? RESULTS. i always imagine myself collecting the results with tears of joy and screaming so loud till i can't hear myself and finally falling to the ground on my knees while trying to regain composure. But it seems like i've been dreaming for too long,to realise dat its finally here. It's amazing to feel dat i've made it dis far. Growing through primary school and secondary life,O' levels was wat i've been working for. Watching ur seniors take their results,made me feel like i know i'm gonna be in dat position one day. And finally its here. It feels almost impossible. Almost unreal.But it also feels dissapointing. If my results turned out bad,well den,its time to think of a new strategy. But dats seems okay to me,cause if my results turned out good,den its time for a new chapter of my life. And i think im scared. Thinking abt it,i've been working my butt off just to get a taste of O' levels. I mean its wat we're made to do rite? Ur teachers have always been preparing u for dis day. "Maisarah ! do u want to make it for O levels or not?! " some of my teachers would say. and so did my parents. and now dat it feels as though its finally over,i feel like there's nothing for me to work for anymore. Nothing to strive towards. yeah,i noe dat poly would be a different story altogether,but i just cant believe dat im finally here. we've made it. Im reaching the age of 18, and somehow,i feel old.. like really old. My parents are already preparing me for marriage. They say its never too early to start saving. GOSH!!! imagine my life when im 20   0.0" &lt;br /&gt;But i noe dis,if i were to look back at my childhood or my teenage years, i wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE'S WISHING ALL O' LEVEL STUDENTS,THE BEST OF LUCK :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-2741880333121719105?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/2741880333121719105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2011/01/after-days-of-working-and-lazy-ing-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/2741880333121719105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/2741880333121719105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2011/01/after-days-of-working-and-lazy-ing-at.html' title='Results ??'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-8266485702765510879</id><published>2010-12-05T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:55:22.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flys by quickly w/o u realising it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yes, i noe. i've been busy. thought it would get easier after O'lvls. guess not. Life's been a stressing black hole. seems like its sucking the enjoyment i shld be having now. I'm a blur, im stuck, im depressed. YES ! DEPRESSED! yeah i noe, "sucks to be me !"&lt;br /&gt;I only have one day off from work, which is hardly any, cause its really tiring and i'd spent the whole day juz buzzing off on my comfortable bed. My whole body is aching real bad and somehow, bruises show up from nowhere, appearing on my knees and arms. urgh ! i was so sure dat i wanna be in a hotel line for my future, but now, im re-thinking the idea. im re-stating the obvious. okay wait a sec, my mind's juz gone "DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ????***!? " &lt;br /&gt;oh ok. where was i ? oh yeah. work sucks. ok,im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! and urm did i tell ya, dat my bf (lemon) is working in the same hotel wif me? For those of u who think dat its romantic cause u get to eat lunch together and go home together or send each other flirting looks while working, FORGET IT ! ain't gonna happen. not if u're stressed out like us. work is work. i dont expect him to do all dat, but i wouldn't mind if he would ask if i would like to eat lunch with him or he'd ask me if i needed any help in my work. but nooooo.. he would rather spend time else where. i admit, he has done sweet little things for me, eg: requesting the same off days dis fri, booking fish &amp; co dis fri and going on the Sg'pore flyer dis fri. ok, but dats juz dis fri. after dat? wat happens den? oh yeah, back to the same normal boring routine. WORK. i've missed us. where we used to hang out juz for fun and when we looked at the christmas lights hanging down orchard road juz to let time past by. Dis year, the lights are gonna shine w/o us. u used to be dat shining light, now, guess u're batteries gone dead. u used to look at me and stare. and when i'd ask, u say "u look beautiful todae". but wat do u see now? i have horrible eye-bags and my face is extremely dry. i look FAT cause i've been eating wayy too much. so, am i still beautiful to you? If dis is wat work seems like in the future, den im embracing myself for the worse :'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyGIfBI9cI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DmlWZ8xGe1c/s1600/P170410_13.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyGIfBI9cI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DmlWZ8xGe1c/s200/P170410_13.46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547456321336964546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyHhIwTUPI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UxCSiVsV8fI/s1600/heat%2B35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyHhIwTUPI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UxCSiVsV8fI/s200/heat%2B35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457844369117426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyIepXnC_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/3HSaQbtCqlY/s1600/heat%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyIepXnC_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/3HSaQbtCqlY/s200/heat%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547458901095943154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Mya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps : DEAL &amp; SHA ! ( imissyouguyslikecrazy ! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-8266485702765510879?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/8266485702765510879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-flys-by-quickly-wo-u-realising-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/8266485702765510879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/8266485702765510879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-flys-by-quickly-wo-u-realising-it.html' title='Time flys by quickly w/o u realising it.'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TPyGIfBI9cI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DmlWZ8xGe1c/s72-c/P170410_13.46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-6566794665220257007</id><published>2010-11-17T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:52:24.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling slightly excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long story cut short,im starting work at Hyatt on Friday. Though it might sound boring,i kinda love it. breakfast,luch and dinner is served and our clothes will be washed and ironed out for us every morning when we arrived at work. cool aint it? so friday,shall wake up really early and eat BREAKFAST !!! yipeee. oops,i meant FREE breakfast. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and lemon? well,we're back on track. i always knew dat. he and i both noe dat no matter how long the fight lasts,we'll come back for each other for sure.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,its almost coming to 1am and im not asleep. i have TP rawks early in the moring. wat a bummer. though i've always been looking forward to it, i wished it started late,so dat i can have my beauty rest. i have to wake up at 6am ltr !! but im not sleepy yet. dats cause i celebrated hari raya haji at my sweet darling cuzzie's hse (nanas) early dis morning. ended up sleeping with him in the afternoon whilst our family were busy watching movies. i guess grwon-ups have their movie-marathons too 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yess naz sugar, we'll get a new camera together. and definately better than dat fuck-turd's (Geik babi).. aites? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G D. N I T E ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Mya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-6566794665220257007?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/6566794665220257007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-story-cut-shortim-starting-work-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/6566794665220257007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/6566794665220257007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-story-cut-shortim-starting-work-at.html' title='Feeling slightly excited'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-3363832831842132669</id><published>2010-11-15T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:53:06.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wat the hell. U guys and ur HUGE egos ! don't u get it? we've heard enough. yeah u're hot and all dat,but wat makes u think dat we're not capable of doing so much more? just because u think we girls love u so,doesn't mean we aren't capable of leaving u guys. wat do u take us for? i realised the sort of freedom im loosing and commitment i put myself through when i agreed into dis relationship. but dat doesn't mean we're on a leash. we have our rights and so do u. i noe,sometimes im not being fair to u,but don't u realise wat u've been doing to me? i need to be acknowledged from u dat im urs. i need to be constantly reminded dat i belong to u and dat i mean alot. Its a tough job,but heyy,u've been warned before u decided to get into dis relationship business with me. and besides,since when life is ever fair? if u want to make dis work,den u've got to drop ur ego and start listening. &lt;br /&gt;~"it takes 2 hands to clap" &lt;br /&gt;yeah. i noe. i ain't all perfect. i make mistakes too. we're on the same boat. but its as if im doing it all alone. i cant be the only one trying to piece together wats left of it. i need help. just like u. u're human as much as i am. and u need help sometimes too. don't go making decisions on ur own and trying to fix something u noe u can't. its ok to ask for help. and especially from me. just because im a girl,doesn't make me less of a human. i can help as much as a guy can. so why are u afraid? i tell u why, dats just cause ur stupid EGO is blocking ur way. u won't ask for help cause u don't want to be crushing ur PRIDE. cause apparently,its not ok for guys to ask girls for help. &lt;br /&gt;just drop it already. u're living in the 21st century for crying out loud !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Mya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-3363832831842132669?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/3363832831842132669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/3363832831842132669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/3363832831842132669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-523309566453818012</id><published>2010-11-08T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:48:41.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas on romantic dates :)</title><content type='html'>I love it when it comes to ideas on having a romantic date.A girl's fantasy i should say.So here are 8 of my favourite on the list,in no particular order :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.Play a Fun Board Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are a bunch of really romantic board games for couples that you will find in most games shops. You could also go with traditional games and add a romantic twist to them. For Scrabble, say, adapt it by creating the rule that all words spelled must be on the topic of love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.Cook A Weekly Dish Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try them on alternate weeks. Try the Internet to find great recipes that can be printed out. Try the recipe together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3.Movie Night in and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the main stay of any romantic couple, so be sure to not neglect this one. So long as you are watching a good variety of interesting flicks, and cuddling up and smooching as you watch the movie together, you are doing just fine! Plan for some yummy snacks!&lt;br /&gt;Check out to see if there is a drive-in movie theater within driving distance and if there is, go out often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.Spend a Romantic Evening in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order in something delectable like Mexican, pamper yourselves with good music and the cold air-conditioner to have a reason to snuggle up whilst watching a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.Gaze on a Star and Name it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go out for a ride and lay down a warm blanket. Gaze up into the sky and search for a star! Go on-line and register your name for your star and dedicate it to your relationship!Or start finding the brightest star and name it after your gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6.Learn Something Fascinating Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take a new class together, such as: Cajun cooking, Chinese brush painting or Early American Folk pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.Enjoy Fun Sports Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fishing, play snooker or try ice-skating.It'll be more fun if the other doesn't know how to play cause you might have a good laughter out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.Go On An Awesome Adventure Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do something crazy,wild and fun.Or perhaps travel to nearby countries.It's even better if both of you hadn't been there before and keep trying new things.Like good food,or silly dances.Maybe even get a hair-doo done in recognition of the country. (like thailand~famous for its cheap braides) And don't forget,keep a scrapbook of your many adventures !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of it are facts of the net,but i edited a few to suit your interest.&lt;br /&gt;hope dat helped ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Mya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-523309566453818012?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/523309566453818012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-it-when-it-comes-to-ideas-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/523309566453818012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/523309566453818012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-it-when-it-comes-to-ideas-on.html' title='Ideas on romantic dates :)'/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-1262387679790323123</id><published>2010-11-05T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:44:55.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNQmDKUI_qI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P5fYRbabq0Q/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536091677695475362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNQmDKUI_qI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P5fYRbabq0Q/s200/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this come as a surprise to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont think so. heheh -.-" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nur Mya&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/726093398158436026-1262387679790323123?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/1262387679790323123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/does-this-come-as-surprise-to-you-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/1262387679790323123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/1262387679790323123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/does-this-come-as-surprise-to-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNQmDKUI_qI/AAAAAAAAAzM/P5fYRbabq0Q/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-7929107099144499605</id><published>2010-11-04T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:18:21.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i looked at the face of my mum,i know that she'll have more wrinkles on her face,that she'll be tired half of the time,that she won't have much energy to move when she gets older one day.When i look back,what have i done to make my mother proud?I haven't given her the life she so clearly deserves.Mum,i'm sorry for i have burden u for all these years,by wasting ur money to put me in school,for wasting ur time to advice me,for wasting ur freedom to look after me.You're my sister,my friend,my dad,my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed by the mall today to see so many elderly with no one to hold.Talking amongst themsleves.Looking at those weary eyes,i felt a pang of guilt within me.I could never let u share the same fate.This I promise u,I'll find a good job and built a good life for u and the family.Doesn't matter if i have to do it all alone.I promise u,i'll send u and dad to 'Umrah' and den to 'Haji' (in Mecca) ~&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insyallah&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look back at my life when im 25, thinking what have i done wrong.I want to look back and say "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alhamdulliah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 u mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nur Mya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-7929107099144499605?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/7929107099144499605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-looked-at-face-of-my-mumi-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/7929107099144499605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/7929107099144499605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-looked-at-face-of-my-mumi-know.html' title=''/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-1032494592643603299</id><published>2010-11-03T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:26:42.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFwuSnlfNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/bzNj6cXYS1g/s1600/Black+and+white+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535329357589216466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFwuSnlfNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/bzNj6cXYS1g/s200/Black+and+white+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFsGmDp5wI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rPy_1WCuTK4/s1600/i+miss+you+funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel restless. Tossing and turning as i lie awake drenched in my own sweat. I could almost swore i heard your whispers breathing in my ears. And as i took a peek at the door, I could see your shadows lurking in between the darkness. And as i followed those shadows, i felt your body against mine. Feeling your warmth. Almost impenetrable. I slowly opened my eyelids to find nothing but the cold summer's breeze. I gazed at the moon. Shining ever so brightly. It may sound absurd, but i know he's here beside me. For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-1032494592643603299?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/1032494592643603299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-restless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/1032494592643603299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/1032494592643603299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFwuSnlfNI/AAAAAAAAAzE/bzNj6cXYS1g/s72-c/Black+and+white+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-726093398158436026.post-6756172650902614396</id><published>2010-11-03T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:07:45.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNEkL85-94I/AAAAAAAAAyE/jbDMJnA5cvI/s1600/pucker+lips+edited+2"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535245204761540482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNEkL85-94I/AAAAAAAAAyE/jbDMJnA5cvI/s200/pucker+lips+edited+2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't believe i'm doing this again. I've switched to onsugar and now back to blogspot. I guess i prefer blogspot. Its wayy easier to edit the layouts. Here's a big sloppy wet kiss from me to u as a sign of welcome to my new blog. hahaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Mya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/726093398158436026-6756172650902614396?l=sarahismail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/feeds/6756172650902614396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-believe-im-doing-this-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/6756172650902614396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/726093398158436026/posts/default/6756172650902614396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahismail.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-believe-im-doing-this-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mysarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063655238245590065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNFqy6LGveI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MBI9a_DB4aQ/S220/katy+perry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8cYIom6WtU8/TNEkL85-94I/AAAAAAAAAyE/jbDMJnA5cvI/s72-c/pucker+lips+edited+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
