<?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-5093066689367702631</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:46:51.551-08:00</updated><category term='TheSweetSheryl'/><category term='Shopaholic~'/><category term='I Love My Family'/><category term='FirdausThePrince'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>a blooming rose diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-1845838149012583610</id><published>2010-11-26T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:03:48.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Hati Senang?</title><content type='html'>Hati tak senang bile time nak exam.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang pon bole nak berblogging lagi dikale lagi 3 jam nak amek paper literature.&lt;br /&gt;Kecut perut bile pk soalan ape nak kuar.&lt;br /&gt;bace xlah banyak sangat, ala kadar je.&lt;br /&gt;tapi nak result best. bole ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghhh. malas betul.&lt;br /&gt;nak g lunch pon malas.&lt;br /&gt;semalam paper susah, sampai cramp2 jari jemari i ni.&lt;br /&gt;bole tak, taknak amek exam.&lt;br /&gt;nak berenti blaja.&lt;br /&gt;jadi surirumah tangga.&lt;br /&gt;persoalannye. ade ke org nak amek i jadi suri rumah tangga?&lt;br /&gt;kes kes kes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, nak setop dah. literature for teenagers abes bace lg.&lt;br /&gt;elok bebenor le tu kiah!&lt;br /&gt;sebelum abes post, recall sketlah ape yg study td.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the factors to consider in selecting material for literature class?&lt;br /&gt;- Students' language proficiency---kalo language complex sangat nanti students xbole paham.besok2 depa bantai tido je dlm kelas.&lt;br /&gt;- Students' literature background --- Part ni essential oke. Kadang2 students ni memang terrer English, kire competence user of English la. tp bile blaja literature, depa xboleh nak integrate/infer layered meaning of the literary text. ibarat dorang bace mcm text biase jelah. Students yg ade little literary background knowledge bole perform lag bagus drp students yg terrer English. Sebab apa? Sebab dorang bole make sense of their own interpretation--maklumlah dorang ade literary background knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;- Students' cultural background--- Kite kene la sesuaikan text drp different culture tu dgn culture students kite ye. kang susa pulak, depa dok buat interpretation pelik2. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah cukup.Mesti muak kan? Bukak blog pon bole bace notes! haha. &lt;br /&gt;Gudluck Sheryl! (ucapan akhir untuk diri sendiri! yeah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-1845838149012583610?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/1845838149012583610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=1845838149012583610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1845838149012583610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1845838149012583610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2010/11/hati-senang.html' title='Hati Senang?'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-667460430604602637</id><published>2009-07-25T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:18:37.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>Something that make me smile  :)</title><content type='html'>U will smile after u read this, i bet u. Because i did too. :) Somehow, women will always be women, full of emotions and concern. And it's vice versa with men's. That's y god created women n men needing and longing for each other. :)       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;          A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;* A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;          A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;* To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;          To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * Married men live longer than single men.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;But married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * Any married man should forget his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;          No sense two people remembering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;*A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        * A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;          Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-667460430604602637?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/667460430604602637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=667460430604602637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/667460430604602637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/667460430604602637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Something that make me smile  :)'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-345261146771890213</id><published>2009-07-25T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:55:24.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>Ladies are to be loved!</title><content type='html'>I am trying not to be bias. So here goes the facts about women that i must admit it's true. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The most important thing for a woman is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;financial security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2.Although this is so important, they still go out and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;buy expensive clothes and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Although they always buy expensive clothes, they say they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;never have something to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;4.Although they never have something to wear, they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;always dress beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;5.Although they always dress beautifully, their clothes are always just ‘an old rag’.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;6.Although their clothes are always ‘just an old rag’, they still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;expect you to compliment them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;7. Although they expect you to compliment them, when you do, they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;don’t believe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am a fair person, am i? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-345261146771890213?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/345261146771890213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=345261146771890213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/345261146771890213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/345261146771890213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/07/ladies-are-to-be-loved.html' title='Ladies are to be loved!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-443197434361650871</id><published>2009-07-25T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:44:08.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>It's all about Men!</title><content type='html'>Hello Guys! I am in the mood of analyzing men characters today due to the confusion that engulf myself for these few days. So let's check this out together. I know these are almost precise n hampir terkene jantung2 lelaki semalaya. :) Nasiblah sape yg terase k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facts about Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;All men are extremely busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--They are always busy kan? Xpenah la dgr kate dorang xbusy. Pempuan je xbusy.Kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;2.Although they are so busy, they still have time for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--Ye ke ade mase? Ke time2 tertentu je ade mase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;3.Although they have time for women, they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;don’t really care for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--I am absolutely agree with this. I don't get it why. Pls explain to me!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Although they don’t really care for them, they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;always have one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--Guys, u are just too lucky for having someone who wud always be there for u even if u wud always never be there for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;5.Although they always have one around them, they always try their luck with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--Oh maybe a girl can use the same excuse perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;6.Although they try their luck with others, they get really pissed off if the first woman leaves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--See how it works?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;7.Although the woman leaves them they still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;don’t learn from their mistakes and still try their luck with others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;--That happens a lot. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i still believe that there are still plenty men who really care and appreciate their ladies (ayat rhetoric, cover!). Hahaha. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-443197434361650871?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/443197434361650871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=443197434361650871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/443197434361650871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/443197434361650871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-all-about-men.html' title='It&apos;s all about Men!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-6350619995360109013</id><published>2009-07-23T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:28:52.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>I want "my girl" back!</title><content type='html'>My bff once said that i do a lot of crying. Even though i am no sissies, i must admit that i do a lot of crying..lots of. Today, i woke up not feeling really well and i'm not feeling good. I sorta finding ways to cheer myself again, wishing that i could watch my favourite series "my girl". Unfortunately, when i started to browse for it in my private files, it was gone! And that tear my heart to pieces. And there i go again, frustrated n suddenly i felt that my eyes tingled and it rained again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really reaaly want my girl back.please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-6350619995360109013?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/6350619995360109013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=6350619995360109013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6350619995360109013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6350619995360109013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-my-girl-back.html' title='I want &quot;my girl&quot; back!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-1064194863314047668</id><published>2009-07-13T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:44:02.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>Always be my baby</title><content type='html'>We were as one baby&lt;br /&gt;for a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;and it seemed everlasting&lt;br /&gt;that you would always be mine&lt;br /&gt;now you want to be free&lt;br /&gt;so I'm letting you fly&lt;br /&gt;cause i know in my heart baby &lt;br /&gt;our love will never die,no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;i'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;boy don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;and we'll linger on &lt;br /&gt;time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;no way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry no&lt;br /&gt;and i won't beg you to stay&lt;br /&gt;if you're determined to leave boy &lt;br /&gt;i will not stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;but inevitably you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;cause ya know in your heart babe&lt;br /&gt;our love will never end no &lt;br /&gt;you'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;i'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;boy don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;and we'll linger on &lt;br /&gt;time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;no way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;ooh darlin cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be back boy&lt;br /&gt;when your days and your nights get a little bit colder &lt;br /&gt;i know that,you'll be right back, baby&lt;br /&gt;oh, baby believe me it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-1064194863314047668?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/1064194863314047668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=1064194863314047668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1064194863314047668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1064194863314047668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/07/always-be-my-baby.html' title='Always be my baby'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-3459024830909179466</id><published>2009-06-10T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:15:13.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>Lie. Lie. &amp; Lie.</title><content type='html'>I am listening to Fly fm just now. The topic  that Jules n  Prem are discussing reaaaly caught my attention. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;What are the lies that men always tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; This is the list of top 10 lies men always tell to their women according to the response of the listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Sorry, my phone die la..&lt;br /&gt;2- I forgot to tell u lah..btw, do I have to?&lt;br /&gt;3- I went out with my men colleague for lunch..don’t worry lah..no girls&lt;br /&gt;4- I silent my phone lah last night…xperasanlah your  texts&lt;br /&gt;5- I came home at 1 am..then I tido mati lah..&lt;br /&gt;6- Yes I did went out with my ex-girl, but nothing happen la..&lt;br /&gt;7- Sooooryy. I’ve got sumthing to do lah right now&lt;br /&gt;8- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;I’ll call u back honey i promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; *this one I mmg  PALING geram!! hehe *&lt;br /&gt;9- I swear I don’t lie to you honey…*hahaha..a rhetoric way to cheat a girl*&lt;br /&gt;10- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;I Love You,,,reaaaaalllly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; *ye ker?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an anonymous listener calls in. This is what he said---&lt;br /&gt;“I think &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;women like men to tell lies lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;. It is because &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;women cannot accept the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; compared to men.. for example, my gf la. If she asked me “Sayang, I da gemuk ke?”. I have to answer it like this, even if she had put on 10 kgs, “No lah sayang, u look slim n gorgeous as usual”. I am sure  that if I tell her the truth, that is she looks damn fat n definitely less gorgeous  with that much of weight increase, she wud *sob sob* n merajuklah. Hahaahaha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2, that anonymous caller seems to be quite bias to me. He’s so mean for saying that to the ladies! Hahaha. To be honest, I don’t mind my man &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;telling me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; of my appearance, whether I have put on weight or not, whether I look not pretty for wearing striking pink t-shirt, etc.  Not all women like their men to use their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;sweet like candy magical words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; to melt their heart. I am sure that most women love their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;men to be honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; with them.  To me, if you guys keep telling lies or the untruth to your women, where is the honesty of your relationship?  You should be honest to your partner, try to avoid as much lies as possible (I know it is quite impossible not to lie, but try lah..hahaha), even if the truth is very hard to swallow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have the experience of 4 years long distance relationship, I usually know when my man lies. When his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;tone of voice suddenly becomes very convincing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;, when he didn’t reply any of my texts or call n giving me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;lame excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;, I’m sure something is going on. But surelah, sometimes, we can always put an eye closed, so that the petty2 things don’t get worse. I am hooked to a very unique guy, I don’t know if anyone can understand him except me. He of course, detested me when he discovered that I lied to him. And I would response, I am sorry..i try not to do it again. Hehehe. Hey. I didn’t lie okay about the part of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;“ I am sorry, I try not to repeat it again”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;. I really mean it. It just that I come to a realization, that I am only human, n lying is a common mistake I made.  I know he did the same too, so fair lah. Sometimes I accept the philosophy “Certain things are better left unsaid”. I know guys can be very “secretive” of their activity. I am not sure if &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;“secretive”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; is an appropriate word to describe of men’s nature to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;“not tell”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; their women of that “insignificant” activities (that I’m sure that his girl would piss off after she discovered it..for instance going out lunch with another girl). Then they will say, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;“I didn’t lie, it just that I didn’t tell”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; or “ala..xpenting pun..kene bagitau ke?”.  Hehehe. So that’s it. I think both women n men lie to their partner, so it is fair. Lying is acceptable in the context of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;preserving the relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;, etc but there is always a limit for it. It’s not that u can cheat your girl guys, by having scandal there n there, date different2 girls every weekend, that’s too much man!  To my man, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;I love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;, u know I will always do, I am sorry for all the lies I used to tell, I forgive u for all the lies u told me (hehe), just keep this in your heart---I may tell u lies, but I never CHEAT on u..never! To all girls, juz bear with all of your man lies, since u all do lie too. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-3459024830909179466?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/3459024830909179466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=3459024830909179466' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3459024830909179466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3459024830909179466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/06/lie-lie-lie.html' title='Lie. Lie. &amp; Lie.'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-3702553379806394690</id><published>2009-06-08T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:53:06.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love My Family'/><title type='text'>The Purple Wedding</title><content type='html'>29th &amp; 30th MAY 2009. Finally, abg2 sepupu kesayangan aku da kawen! Sbnrnye cousin aku yg kawen ni adik beradik, tp adik beradik angkat la. Dorang ni dibesakan same2 oleh family si adik. Congratulation Abang Boy (Adik) &amp; Baim (Abang)! Semoge korang dapat babies cepat2~ Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th JUNE 2009. Ni part yg paling best sbb time ni aku ade. Cousin2 aku ni kawen dgn orang Terengganu. Tu yang mase dorang nikah aku x g tu. Jauh sangat2 la. Dorang xpelah dorang naik flight. Bakal2 pengantin mmg ngade2.Hehehe. 2 days before reception utk belah family aku, sume family aku da gather ramai2 kat Putrajaya umah auntie aku. Punyelah ramai, rumah auntie aku plak apartment je, so sangat2 lah crowded. Nak gerak pon susa. Aku dtg sehari sblm majlis resepsi tu sbb konon2 nk skip r buat kije. Bile aku sampai je, kan da kene ceramah free, pas2 kene settlekan 600 bunge2 telur yg still xdimasukkan telur. Adusss~ Susanye nk kawen ek. Mcm2 nak kene prepare. Kakak sepupu aku, adik pengantin lelaki lah kan, busy g sane g sini. Kesian jugak aku tgk die uruskan dewan, uruskan event, uruskan keluarge pengantin perempuan, etc. Tpi xpelah kak Girl ek, da selamat da Abg Boy N Baim kawen. Esok2 turn Kak Girl plak. Tp aku pon siap kene tempias sekali. Auntie2 aku sibuk la plak tanye aku ble nak kawen. Siap suh aku bwk calon berpotensi utk di intro kan. Hampesh betol! Aku bukan ape. Aku nk bagi laluan kat kakak2 n abg2 sepupu laen kawen dulu.  Aku lgpon umor baru 19 thn kan. Mude lagi. Hehehehe. Okay2. Aku mcm da mls sket nk tulis panjang2 neh.  Ni aku tunjuk sket2 gamba2 sekitar preparation majlis resepsi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2x5BKgyDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7diDuaoF-uU/s1600-h/a1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2x5BKgyDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7diDuaoF-uU/s320/a1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345123925881833522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bapak2 bersame anak2 bujang busy buat bunge rampai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2yLnGdcyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2MHmW5Lky20/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2yLnGdcyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2MHmW5Lky20/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345124245303030562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hadziq dgn Yusri pure-pure tekun memotong pandan setelah camera dihalekan pade mereka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2yu1O43HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NdzkY5kNtgU/s1600-h/a2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2yu1O43HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NdzkY5kNtgU/s320/a2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345124850391899250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bunge telur yang bukan aku buat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibe2,mlm tu Abg Boy dtg bawak kek. Aku ingat die mimpi ke ape sbb esok baru die sanding. Rupe-rupenye adik sepupu aku, si Shukri da turn 17. Terime kasihla ye pengantin, sbb belikan kek yg sedap tu, makin bertambah2 la lemak dlm bdn aku. Papepon, Happy Birthday Syukri! Kire double celebrationla nih. Sambil sambut birthday, sambil raikan pengantin2. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2zoAoCRYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgtmV1iKg4U/s1600-h/a3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2zoAoCRYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgtmV1iKg4U/s320/a3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345125832702707074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syukri malu2 kucing bile nak tiup lilin kek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni plak gamba2 on the day of the reception kat Putrajaya Community Hall Presint 9.. Mmg kecohlah kat Hall tu. Yelah, family besar aku datang dari kampong. So mmg style kamponglah. Ditambah pulak dgn mak cik2 aku mcm Mak Ju, Cik Ros, Mak Teh n cousin2 aku yg sememangnye kecos. Mmg syok! Kalo x, mesti boring je sbb banyak protokol. Mase dlm bilik persalinan kat hall sume org busy packing2 souvenir. Aku xbuatlah packing2 ni sbb aku ade tugas lagi penting. Tugas aku ialah make up kan flower girl &amp; cousin2 pempuan. Bangge aku sume org aku make up kan wpon bukannye lawa sgt pn aku make up kan.Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si20PmHO_lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ecwzfECBkBM/s1600-h/a4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si20PmHO_lI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ecwzfECBkBM/s320/a4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126512780574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ko lipat r tudung ko, susa la aku nak letak blusher cenggini" kate Aku kat Ekin sambil buat demo lipat tudung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si20pRQvxGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sLaF9V_OC9Q/s1600-h/a5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si20pRQvxGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/sLaF9V_OC9Q/s320/a5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345126953859925090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku n Ekin posing depan stage pelamin..jadiklah...wpon impian aku n Ekin xkesampaian nak duk atas pelamin tu..waaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si21NEtbTfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Nwd-hVlSeWw/s1600-h/a6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si21NEtbTfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Nwd-hVlSeWw/s320/a6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345127568965848562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aku ttp dgn kegemaran aku iaitu makan, wpon Mak Ngah aku pesan jgn mkn dulu takot belt dress aku xmuat pas makan..heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si26AE2EMoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yXqDYfdflS0/s320/a7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345132843221922434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aku dgn cousin2 yg serba purple dpn pintu masuk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Family belah mak aku orang Johor so kitorg decide nk buat adat Johorlah. Adelah silat, upacare minum air berkat,baling gule2 lah pastu ape lagi tah aku xtau name. Tapi part yg paling best, ade kutipan tol. Tol ni cenggini. Pengantin lelaki kene bagi duit kt sedare2 yg halang dorang sblm dorang dpt naik pelamin n sanding dgn wife dorang. Adik aku ni nakal sket, bole die mintak kat Abg Boy RM50. hahhaa. Nak tercekik Abg Boy aku. Yelah, yang tukang mintak tol tu bukan sorang, cousin2 aku punyelah ramai.Bole bankrupt Abg sepupu aku sblm dpt naik pelamin bersanding. Aku xdpt la duittol, sbb tugas aku ialah kidnap pengantin pempuan. Adoii..melepas aku nk mengepau.hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si3RTNemgEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MtXnTeoYFgE/s1600-h/a15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si3RTNemgEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MtXnTeoYFgE/s320/a15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345158460724379714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Laki aku ni cukup ke x duit nak bayar tol ni" fikir Kak Sya dlm hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si26AQMsUtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XuuVMCXAQoU/s1600-h/a8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si26AQMsUtI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XuuVMCXAQoU/s320/a8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345132846269616850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aku kidnap Kak Yanie kejap sementare kutipan tol (Adat Johor) dilakukan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si3EnVmpaWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AAaHjFrrdlk/s1600-h/a14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si3EnVmpaWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AAaHjFrrdlk/s320/a14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345144512851831138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flower Girl dgn Kembar James Bond setie menanti pengantin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si3EnHLqRQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/259hgGMtRbs/s1600-h/a13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si3EnHLqRQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/259hgGMtRbs/s320/a13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345144508980544770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku dgn adik aku dukung Fasha Afrina &amp; Deanna yg cute sangat2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si29A2jm9RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4--Fx4igH94/s1600-h/a12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si29A2jm9RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4--Fx4igH94/s320/a12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345136155101164818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aku berangan ade baby comel mcm Fasha Afrina~ Bile aku nak ade baby ni? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si27Yc-QXLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZckTNWSklNo/s1600-h/a10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si27Yc-QXLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZckTNWSklNo/s320/a10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345134361527213234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family aku amek gamba dgn Abg Boy &amp; Kak Sha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si26Ab-7C-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/A4bPgmETqiw/s1600-h/a9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si26Ab-7C-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/A4bPgmETqiw/s320/a9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345132849433086946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timmy yang mogok boring buat muke monyok..ala..cian die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si29AeE9jVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZUVe3dHAbF4/s1600-h/a11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si29AeE9jVI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZUVe3dHAbF4/s320/a11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345136148530171218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family besar aku yg happening serbe purple...rindulah kat korang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majlis abes tepat kul 5. Mmg best la sbb dpt gather ramai2 dgn cousin. Peluang cenggini mmg jarang dapat. Mlm tu kitorg tgk balik video n gamba2 mmg gelak besar r. Abg Boy aku mmg sempoi r. Siap kipas diri sendiri sbb pengapit die hilang. Hahaha. Lepas ni turn sape lah pulak ek? =p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-3702553379806394690?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/3702553379806394690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=3702553379806394690' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3702553379806394690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3702553379806394690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/06/purple-wedding.html' title='The Purple Wedding'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Si2x5BKgyDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7diDuaoF-uU/s72-c/a1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-2417874320601895753</id><published>2009-05-17T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>The Envious Sheryl</title><content type='html'>suddenly a strange feeling pop out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i envy the ones who get a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="orange"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;beautiful attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy the ones whose presence is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="blue"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy the ones whose absence is being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="orange"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;sensed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy the ones who doesn't even have to contemplate whether he/she is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="blue"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reaally envious right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may sound that i'm too greedy. i'm not by the way. it just what i need. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="green"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;what i really really need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-2417874320601895753?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/2417874320601895753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=2417874320601895753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2417874320601895753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2417874320601895753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/05/envious-sheryl.html' title='The Envious Sheryl'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-5287404618916779292</id><published>2009-05-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:36.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Skuad Myvi Bapak Bella on Tour!</title><content type='html'>Last few days, when we were waiting for the next "torture" to take place,  the girls went to rock a bit at the island. the stated purpose (as been told to belle's bapak n mama) was to accompany belle during their absence. chewaah..kunun2 we all baik la nak teman belle jage rumah, tolong bibik sapu2 sampah n everything lor. the hidden agenda were to jalan2 lah plus tengok AF n OIAM lah! first arrived, gaye ayu2 lagilah. salam belle's mun n tok,then the nice bibik served us with very cold and nice juice. tibe2, belle's adorable brother yg diminati oleh cik aida rudaini balek. then, kelam kabutlah cik rudaini. sehingge tertumpah air oren di atas meje.hehehe.mungkin kerane terpesone dgn lirikan mate abg belle kot.=p  enough for that. karang abes rambot aku tercabut cik rudaini tarik.*giggling* that nite, kami berempat tido dgn lights on, sbb sume org xsedar ble tetido. when there was no rules, the girls applied their rules. we woke up late, bangun2 teros brekfast nasik goreng hasil masakan bibik. sbb korum xcukup lagik, baru 4 orang je jelitawan yg hadir iaitu aku, belle bipasha basu, aida rudaini n cik mayzlene marjerin, kami pon dok bincang r n g ronda kat mane aritu. bincang punye bincang, we came to a conclusion for visiting penang hill (since aku n cik rudaini yg kesian xpenah pegi lagik), botanical garden n toy museum lah! driver xbebayar pon menjlnkan tugas. mule2 ingt nak tunjuk pro r nak bawak kete manual, last2 aku give up sbb aku xbese dgn clutch kete tu.akhirnye, myvi automatik milik bapak belle juge jadik pilihan aku.hahaha.tp mmg grateful sgtla dpt bwk kerete auto, penang banyak sgt kerete, salu jammed, kalo aku dok ronde2 bwk manual ble tercabut kot kaki asek tuka2 gear jek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEZCGrg0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/45yW38ETyF0/s1600-h/010520091496+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEZCGrg0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/45yW38ETyF0/s320/010520091496+s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333674161798349634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  cik sheryl ketue chef, cik belle basu,cik aida rudaini n cik mazylene marjerin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEY9AOCgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tk0KbWTVtlY/s1600-h/010520091501+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEY9AOCgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Tk0KbWTVtlY/s320/010520091501+s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333674160429074946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       drebar xberbayar memandu dgn selamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so skrg 1st kitorng nk g penang hill. mmg mase g penang hill tu, on the way,cik belle basu, cik rudaini n cik mazylene marjerin lah jd mate aku. seyes aku xtau jln. yang peliknye, belle yg da 21 thn dok penang pon xtaw jln! hehehe. so kitorg sume ibarat pelancong negeri len r.mase g tuh mmg asek tgk sign board jelah. aku doa dlm hati, jgnlah kitorg sesat sampai kt afrika. karang kanibal jumpe kitorg, abes kitorg kene makan! back to the story, sblm journey tu lg, belle da asek call cik mesaa@fuza tanye jln. mule2 kunun2 nk tanye abg belle lah, tp sbb kitorg bgn lambat, abg belle pon da kua.*padan muke bgn lambat lagik*. mengikut nasihat cik fuza, kitorg xkan sesat ke penang hill sbb mmg byk signboard g sane. mmg tepat skali lah advice cik fuza.kitorg mmg xsesat g penang hill. tp sampai2 je, parking xde.penuh sgt kete n bas. yelah. labour day kan. pastu aku pusing2 kat umah org, hentam je parking kat situ.turun2 jek, nampak polis tgh saman kete org len kt tepi2 jln. cuak aku. aku teros g kat polis tu. yelah takot kene saman.kang jenuh la plak aku kene baya saman. "tumpang tanye pakcik, kami dok parking kete kt kwsn perumahan bwh tu.kene saman x?"&lt;br /&gt;"kwsn perumahan xkene, asalkan xblock jln org len suda"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, time kaseh na.." *lonjak2 dalam hati, xyah aku g cari parking len!*&lt;br /&gt;pas2 mase tgh queue dgn cik belle basu nk beli tiket cable car, aku dgr la India dpn aku ckp&lt;br /&gt;"at 3:30 only we can go up u know. all others had been sold out"&lt;br /&gt;aku dgn belle dah pandang sesame sendirik r. skrg baru kol 12. xkan lah nk tunggu 3 jam kot kat situ. bincang punye bincang lagik, sampai turn kitorg, kitorg xdecide lagik. last2 xbeli. *ches penat je beratur!* aku n cik rudaini da bwat muke seposen sbb sedeh. kempunan aku and cik rudaini nk naek penang hill. utk menutup rase hampe, aku dgn yg len ameklah gamba kt signboard dpn cable car station tu jek.hehehehe.. agaknye cik belle basu n cik mazylene marjerin perasan kehampaan kitorg, dorang bincang2 lagik. akhirnye, idea twinkling2 pon terhasil. hasil drpd gelige otak cik belle basu n cik mazylene marjerin yg mcm batu cincin,dorang suggest kitorg beli tiket je dulu utk naik atas ptg2 sket, then barulah g jln2 tempat laen. yes! yes! dapat jugak aku naek atas.tp mase beli tiket utk naik kol 430, pakcik jual tiket tu cakap,&lt;br /&gt;"turun jgn lewat2 sgt. kat atas tu byk pocong.karang kene gigit xtau."&lt;br /&gt;waaaa! takotnye aku dgr. hrp2 la aku xjumpe pocong atas sane! pas2 kitorg decide nk g botanical garden dulu sementare tgu kol 430. mase g botanical garden nilah kitorg sesat. mmg xde signborad lgsg nk guide kitorg. cik belle basu, cik rudaini n cik marjerin lah bersusah payah bace map yg xberape nk lengkap kat pamplete yg dorang amek kt penang hill station. aku sampai pusing roundabout dpn penang hill tu 3 kali sbb xtau nk amek jln mane.mesti driver laen igt aku gile kot.hahaha.pas2 kitorg decide lalu ayer hitam.mmg sesatlah.aku benti dpn kwsn apartment suh cik mazylene marjerin  n cik belle basu tanye uncle cine tu. cik marjerin kn bole speak kantonis, cik belle basu bole ckp loghat penang.kombinasi 2 jelitawan ni pasti membuahkan hasil utk mencari jln benar ke botanical garden. ms mule2 cik mazylene mmg kondifen gile sebot name2 jln. pas2 aku tanyelah, jln2 tu terletak kat mane. die blur ckp, aku xtau katne, aku cume tau name jln jek.hahahaha. hampeh sungguh. tpakse la kitorg pusing lagi 20 kali, xjumpe2 jugak jln kebenaran. last2 cik belle basu cdgkan kitorg mule balek dr penang hill. aku pusing balek r g penang hill. cari mangse sape lg kitorg nk tanye. last2 aku tenampak ade sorang "ker ker" cine neh die baru je kua kete dpn umah die. aku teros g dpn umah die. spt bese, pembantu2 aku iaitu cik mazylene marjerin berserte cik rudaini yg da bersiap sedia dgn pen dan kertas(in case kene lukis map), turun utk tanye. dorang siap masuk kwsn dpn rumah lagik.hahaha.aku tgu dlm kete jelah. pas2 nampak lah "ker ker" neh. die tanye &lt;br /&gt;"who's the driver?"&lt;br /&gt;aii xkan xnampak aku kot tgh pgg stereng.&lt;br /&gt;"i'm the driver. but i know nothing bout penang road". *aku jwb bahase omputeh jugaklah kan*&lt;br /&gt;"y dun u juz follow me?"&lt;br /&gt;kwn2 aku sume da bersorak girang,sbb kitorg tau kitorg xkan sesat lagik.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ha..nilah gbr "ker ker" bmw yg banyak berjase pd kitorg. tapik gbr kerete jelah ye.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEYz2QNaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rXIJIvCFmD4/s1600-h/010520091498+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEYz2QNaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rXIJIvCFmD4/s320/010520091498+c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333674157971355042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan nak ckp apelah, tp kami mmg puji la rakyat2 penang nih. "ker ker" nih punyelah baik nak tunjuk jalan, smpi ble aku terslah follow pon die bleh berenti tepi jln tgu aku wat u-turn. seyes baik. terime kasih la kapade "ker ker" WEK74 yg sudi tunjukkan kitorg jln ke botanical garden. then selamatlah sampai ke botanical garden. smpi2 perot da bergendang2 muzik zapin da sbb lapaq sgt. kitorg mknlah. aku dgn belle basu minum air kelape tau.hahaha.jakun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUIlW0M8AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vSKvHD4mT-U/s1600-h/DSCN1635+s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUIlW0M8AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vSKvHD4mT-U/s320/DSCN1635+s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678771562934274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cik rudaini n cik marjerin pinjam air kelape aku nak amek gamba..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUIlqAIXpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WUxhMDB6BUg/s1600-h/DSCN1637+s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUIlqAIXpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WUxhMDB6BUg/s320/DSCN1637+s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678776713240210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitorg masuk botanical garden. Xde keje laenlah. Bergamba sakan lah. Sampai ade satu grup bangla ni minat kat cik belle basu n cik mazylene marjerin  or cik aida rudaini agaknye sebok dok ikot amek gbr kitorg.panas hati betol. Tula korang  pakai lawa2 lagik.hahaha. then kitorg meneruskan perjlnan g toy museum. Mmg best sbb xsesat jalan. Konon2 da pro la.hahahha. tgk jela gamba neh. Mls nk tulis da. Panjang sgt da. Nantikan series seterusnye tour kitorg k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: balik tu kitorg sesat, xtaw nak balik umah Belle ikut jln mane, sampai kene tepon Cik Fuza.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Aduhai Cik Belle, Cik Belle! Rumah sendirik pon lupe jalan. *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUIlwO_LjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/95LEBoVC-1U/s1600-h/0171+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUIlwO_LjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/95LEBoVC-1U/s320/0171+s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678778386165298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-5287404618916779292?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/5287404618916779292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=5287404618916779292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5287404618916779292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5287404618916779292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/05/skuad-myvi-bapak-bella-on-tour.html' title='Skuad Myvi Bapak Bella on Tour!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SgUEZCGrg0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/45yW38ETyF0/s72-c/010520091496+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-4576171401178286838</id><published>2009-04-29T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>INDEPENDENT WOMAN!</title><content type='html'>Last nite, I’d spent my time lavishly reading the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;blog of LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.She’s totally &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="RED"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;hot, strong and admirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;. I love the way she thinks about life, of how everything that come across the way should be handled coolly and maturely. Since I am too, struggling with the considered petty2  things  in life by some people, which is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;emotional struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;,  I am very2 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="ORANGE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;positive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;of how things should work after reading some inspiring stories in the LO’S Blog. Thanx sis~ U inspired me to be strong, yet remained the characteristic of a soft lady.  I think that everyone has come upon difficult time, when they have to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="RED"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;bear on frustration, betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; , etc. Somehow, I realized that I should take thing very slowly, I’m only 21 by the way, my journey is still too long. Once I regretted for the certain things that I’d done, somehow I realized that mistakes make me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;grow independently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;as the mistakes taught me many things.  I don’t want to be the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="ORANGE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;victim of desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; of possessing someone or something in life, until I have to put my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PINK"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; aside or even have to shatter it. In my contemplation of my emotional struggle, I believe that true love will come to me eventually when the right time has come. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; what I have now, thank you Allah for lending me someone that I can rely on, someone that can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PINK"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;lend me his shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; when I need to, someone that can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; me when I’m lost.  I know that sometimes thing can be difficult for both of us, however I am truly grateful for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="ORANGE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;mutual trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="RED"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; we have in each other. I pray that God will bless this relationship till &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="ORANGE"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;,  and wash away the time of uncertainty.  My dear melon, thanx for bearing my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;emotional whinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;, I know sometimes I stepped beyond the line.  Being independent is what I want, but I know sometimes I can’t help but to grumble my emotional expression to u. I want to achieve everything I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;,  slowly but nicely.  I am giving myself a space to breathe now, since I think that I’d suffocated myself with not very-brilliant-perspective for a period of time. I always remind myself, never put myself down juz because i don’t get what i want. I can always try later, harder maybe.  Yeah! Independent woman &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="RED"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; towards &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="GREEN"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;her dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;without stopping, not even a second! Go Go Sheryl!,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-4576171401178286838?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/4576171401178286838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=4576171401178286838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4576171401178286838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4576171401178286838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/independent-woman-hell-yeah.html' title='INDEPENDENT WOMAN!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-2779892853121773263</id><published>2009-04-21T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:47:43.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>Hari-Hari Terakhir di IPSAH—Kisah Bertemu Sang Cinta!</title><content type='html'>Harini adalah officially hari examku yang amat2 lah stress. On the way nk g exam hall. Terdengarlah kawan2 aku dok me”recite” falsafah pendidikan negare. Hebatnye kawan2 aku. Xsangke semue orang da pandai berfalsafah sekarang. Hehe.Pagi tadi bwat falsafah, nak jammed gak la kepale since aku ni mmglah xreti berfalsafah hendaknye. Awal2 pagi lagi da tension, bukan sbb xleh jwb soalan, tapi sbb invigilator tu dok borak2 baek nye depan aku. Mane nak dapat idea nak menulis kalo mcm2? Da la aku da lame xtulis essay dlm bm. Pastu kene tulis pasal  falsafah plak tu (chewwaahh..aku nih sbnrnye exaggerate je ni..orang laen pon kene gak wat falsafah!).Tape seyes r, mmg aku bengang sangat2 lah mase invigilator tu dok borak2. Da la kuat gile, aku dengar la dorang dok ckp2 pasal paper falsafah yg dorang kate senang mcm kopek kacang tu. A ah la senang. Sbb dorang xkene bwat. Cube dorang kene wat. Mesti dorang pon terkial2 gak r. Malang btol la aku duk depan betol2 depan pintu masuk. Aish. Xbaik btol mulut aku ni. &lt;br /&gt;Pastu tengahari lak ade classroom management. Sir ckp soalan senang. Kalo tengok soalan mesti gelak. A ahla sangat. Gile banyak essay kene bwat. Pastu tghari2 nih, mood nak lena bak kate orang2 perlis nak datang r. aku da letak kepale atas meje, kelas plak panas. Aku pon pelik r kolej aku ni, tah kurun keberapenye kipas ta die gune. Aku da bukak kipas paling maksimum pon mcm bukak no2 je kot. Ika da bising2 kat hujung kelas, “shel, bole tolong kuatkan kipas x?”. aku pon jawap “la, da paling kuatlah..kipas ni kembaq kipas bilik hang la”. Hehehe.macam2 hal.(tiru ayat abg long lah plak!). Sbb brain aku yang da macam cramp sbb ngantok, serius aku xsempat check. Tah apelah aku jwb td. Mintak2 lah xde yg tersasar. &lt;br /&gt;Pastu abes paper cm je teros yan ajak g mkn. Sekutu2 makan yg len pon join skali r. lalu lah plak kat tempat kitorang jumpe “sang cinta” semalam. Since Konvo da dekat, makin rajinlah gardener2 kat Ipsah ni. Jangan maen2 tau. Uncle Library pon da tuka profesion jadi tukang potong rambut pokok tau. Die gunting pokok lawa gile. Semalam aku ngan bella da aim satu pokok uncle library ni tgh dok potong. Die potong lawa gile, siap ade lubang yang bole letak muke kitorang lah antare pokok2 tu. Tp semalam sbb hujan n malas nk tgu uncle library tu siap potong pokok tu, xdapatlah  nak amek gamba. So on the way balik pas riangkan perut kat depan restaurant2 ekslusif depan ipsah tu, teingin la nk teruskan hajat semalam. Malangnye uncle library tu tgh dok potong lagi pokok tu. Aku pon pelik. Macam uncle tu ptong pokok tu xsiap2 dari semalam. Aku tengok pokok tu da xcomel, da xde bentuk bulat untuk aku dgn bella letak muke kat tgh2 poko tu, tp da jd mcm kambingnye sh*t.adoi! frust2!&lt;br /&gt;Pastu pg la tempat bertemu sang cinta tu. Ala. Kaler sang cinta da berubah. Da xmerah da. Adekah sang cinta da berubah hati? Tp sbb kemaruk nak bergambar jugak, atas dasar arini semue orang comel berbaju kurung, amek gak lah gamba. Posing maseh mcm semalam. Cume bezenye arini ana wat pose gedik telebey.hahaha.die kate sbb nk cover jerawat yg naik kat pipi. Ala mek, aku pon naik jerawat, besar plak tu, xpelah. Anggap jelah ni sagu hati dr exam last kat ipsah sblm masuk upsi.hehe… lupe lak nak cerite kisah bertemu sang cinte ni. Semalam kan semue orang pon tension study. Aku pon biaselah, jiwe kacau, g mkn cha kuey teow kat restaurant ekslusif kat depan maktab. Pas2 time balik hujan, kenelah lalu bawah tempat beratap depan hall tu. Skali tgh menikmati pemandangan2 yang baru nk dibersihkan sempene konvo, nampaklah plak sumthing kale merah dalam pasu kat tepi2 tu. Lawa gile. Rerupenye  bende tu buah pinang yg tengah masak kale merah. Tah sape tah susun jadik bentuk heart. Aku, belle, aida ngan ana pon mule la ade syndrome  nak bergamba. Pas2 sorang2 amek gamba. Posing same plak tu.hahaha sbb smlm kitorng pakai t-shirt je, so arini konon2 comel sket r pakai baju kurung nk amak gbr lg dgn sang cinta. Sbb sume org pon tgh mcm frust bercinte, sume pon setuju lah nk panggil bende lah tu “sang cinte”. Ha comel lah tu! Jangan jeles semue! Hari2 terakhir kami telah betemu sang cinte! Hahaha~ elok nye panjang essay aku ni. Bole x essay ni je aku submit esok sempene paper bm? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2maJJ5twI/AAAAAAAAAGk/F4Vd2Y30YZg/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2maJJ5twI/AAAAAAAAAGk/F4Vd2Y30YZg/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327096902313424642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arini pakai baju kurung plak...tp color sang cinte da xmerah sangat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2lxc_RoxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-a_MxnVqTnU/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2lxc_RoxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-a_MxnVqTnU/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327096203262927634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalam pakai t-shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2lHrDQqLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9AIhHOJhMEU/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2lHrDQqLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9AIhHOJhMEU/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327095485483231410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai sang cinta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-2779892853121773263?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/2779892853121773263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=2779892853121773263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2779892853121773263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2779892853121773263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/hari-hari-terakhir-di-ipsahkisah.html' title='Hari-Hari Terakhir di IPSAH—Kisah Bertemu Sang Cinta!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Se2maJJ5twI/AAAAAAAAAGk/F4Vd2Y30YZg/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-8703851189964560985</id><published>2009-04-06T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:25.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>curious-------</title><content type='html'>Cloudy cloudy day. It is so strange not to hear your voice for even one day.  It is very strange.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, curiosity does not only kill the rats, but it is also killing me. That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Dear wind, fly me where I can find my amity.  I don’t’ want to freeze under the rain. Let me chill myself on the clouds, playing with the son of the sun. I know that rainbow awaits me when the rain stops. “  &lt;br /&gt;       --pinkblusher—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-8703851189964560985?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/8703851189964560985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=8703851189964560985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8703851189964560985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8703851189964560985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/curious.html' title='curious-------'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-4366214841278165260</id><published>2009-04-04T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:47.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>Clarification~</title><content type='html'>omg! my blog has create some sort of controversy recently. ok. let me clarify this.&lt;br /&gt;what i've written inside my blog has nothing to do with ANYONE. it just that i wrote what i think generally and i have no slight intention of pointing it to anybody. i apology if any thing written here offend u. i'm sorry, but i must stress here that i am not pointing any of my writing to anyone. i believe that everybody has the right to express thought freely right? so, here i am writing my thought for STRANGERS to read. my blog is the place where i laugh and scream. please, if u cannot accept what i'm writing, then do not proceed reading it. I am only human,  n i cannot pleased everyone. by the way, thanx for reading my thoughts here. i appreciate it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-4366214841278165260?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/4366214841278165260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=4366214841278165260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4366214841278165260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4366214841278165260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/clarification.html' title='Clarification~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-2020045838317648402</id><published>2009-04-03T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:51:12.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>Open Your Mind...Please?</title><content type='html'>"no one worth to judge u" i begin my today's entry with one of my favourite quotes. in life, i am sure everybody will come across with betrayal, hatred, envy and other negative feelings. it doesn't matter. it just a normal feeling that everybody will feel at least once in life. i bet u never feel it only ONCE. to be honest, sometimes i envy other people for their beauty, brain n etc. even if i feel envy or jealous of someone, it never crossed my mind to hurt other people by making bad stories up just to see the downfall of that certain people. Sometimes, i feel frustrated because some people are overreacting on some issues. yes. maybe that someone had once made a big mistake. but i still cannot understand why should this has-nothing-to-do with that problem  must judge the once-made-a-mistake individual until she/he makes a totally wrong conclusion. aren't friends supposed to be supportive and understanding? so why should the incident of spreading bad stories about others, make other people hate certain individual happens? come on guys. we are all adults. i am sure that we are matured and not blind to see what is really happening. please don't act like 7-year-old child whenever u have with problem with certain individual, u tell others not to be friend with that certain individual. the problem lies between only u and that individual(or maybe sometime it has nothing to do with u, u are just overreacting or too busy body by thinking it IS your PROBLEM!), so don't u ever drag other people in. in fact, i am not into making enemies, i love friends, i don't hurt my friends, i appreciate my friends and i hope that this kind of thing will fade away. do remember, "hari ini anda mungkin mentertawakan kejatuhan orang lain, tetapi siapa tahu, mungkin esok giliran anda pula untuk merasai kejatuhan".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Value someone with your heart, not with your mouth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---pinkblusher----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-2020045838317648402?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/2020045838317648402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=2020045838317648402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2020045838317648402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2020045838317648402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/open-your-mindplease.html' title='Open Your Mind...Please?'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-3130146272428973939</id><published>2009-04-03T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:25.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>for my honey...</title><content type='html'>hi. honey, u know now that i have a blog. sorry honey, i don't mean to hide anything from u. it just that i feel shy. i know that we've been together for amazingly 4 years, but still i am too shy whenever it comes to u. maybe because your charming charming giggle whenever u want to tease me catch my nerves. honey, u means everything to me. as promised, nah, i proudly want to show my honey off. thanx honey, for your never-ending commitment, i know u are busy, but still u steal your precious2 time for me. i LOVE you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SdYGbyJpUdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KxGwGbWWEUo/s1600-h/traditional+luv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-my-honey.html' title='for my honey...'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SdYGbyJpUdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KxGwGbWWEUo/s72-c/traditional+luv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-7909347511851256146</id><published>2009-04-01T07:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:09:29.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lizard!</title><content type='html'>crime scene is the phrase i can describe about my room! no no i didnt&lt;br /&gt;commited any serious crime such as robbing or killing. it juz that &lt;br /&gt;a small creature called lizard was found trying to do away or in &lt;br /&gt;simpler term "to commit suicide" in my lovely room. oh dear lizard---i wondered y should u choose my lovely n "penuh cahaye keimanan" room to commit the sin of suicide.c'mon lizard, u dun have to kill yourself even if your heart was &lt;br /&gt;broken just because your girlfriend lizard dump u since u cannot afford to buy&lt;br /&gt;a sport car or maybe because your long-time lovers girlfriend lizard &lt;br /&gt;was caught cheating with other "h-e-n-s-e-m" lizard. i believe one day&lt;br /&gt;u will find another pretty n hot lady lizard. ok..enough for my speech dedicated&lt;br /&gt;to the lizard who is still dying on ex-roommate's bed(he got sticked to the glue of a tape, so he cannot move around). i pity you young lizard, however, i can do &lt;br /&gt;nothing more than watching u dying. i feel yucks to touch u,by the way, i even screamed to death when i first discovered your yellowish body&lt;br /&gt;lying desperately on the bed. i'm sorry, i'm gonna seek help from&lt;br /&gt;the makcik cleaner to eliminate u from my room tomorrow. please dun beg me..&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry..i have too. goodbye forever heart-broken lizard~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-7909347511851256146?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/7909347511851256146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=7909347511851256146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7909347511851256146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7909347511851256146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-lizard.html' title='oh lizard!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-2995655137113353908</id><published>2009-03-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:25.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Sweetheart!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy 4th Anniversary Sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u...and will always do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I am praying that Allah will bless our relationship, and we both end up sticking to each other till eternity!!---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-2995655137113353908?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/2995655137113353908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=2995655137113353908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2995655137113353908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2995655137113353908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-anniversary-sweetheart.html' title='Happy Anniversary Sweetheart!!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-5049013148793165975</id><published>2009-03-15T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:25.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>sheryl yang seronok----</title><content type='html'>okay2..let me begin my story..semalam saye sangat2 teruje..&lt;br /&gt;mule2 sbb nak jumpe him..then sbb nak jumpe his family skali..hati berdebar2 tuhan je tahu..agaknye kalo hati nih bole berkate2 abes kantoilah keterujaan saye kot.mesti blushing gile~ now, back to the story. the day before my man's bro wed, i'd been walking-dating with my man. since i was frustrated bcos he couldn't make it to my place as he supposed to, he kind of pujuk2 me then we ended up meeting in kl. so we had to rush back to fetch the train to seremban. I'd been missing him so badly, we havent the chance to meet up since last 2 months, so when i had him in front of me, i hold his hands tight, dun want to let go. i guess that is the normal reaction right? ahaaa...i must admit that moment IS so sweet, i wish the time stops so that i don't have to be far from him anymore, not anymore. btw, that's only my wish! i know this sounds so love-freak, i just don't care. i am enjoying every second of it while it is still there. =p the next day, my keterujaan was at peak, bcos i knew that i'll be meeting both my man n his family. there he goes, waiting for me with a charming smile, looks very handsome with his songkok and sampin on, and i am blushing again.hahaha.thank god he wouldn't read this, in fact he doesn't even know that i have my own blog. =p after filling my stomach up  with nasi minyak, my dad insisted on meeting his parents up. oh no no! that's the part when i was so nervous! my bff, ju, started to laugh at me, grinning naughtily, and whispered "shel nervous,shel nervous!". she recited it like a song,n i almost caught myself inside a drain. almost slipped down to the big drain sbb nervous sgt2! hehehehe. thanx god i managed to hold Ju's hand, so i kind of selamat. then i saw my man's mum, xingat nak buat ape dah except teros give her a big2 smile, salam sambil kiss her hands, n surprisingly, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek! ok girls out there, my mother-in-law-to-be gave me a big hug and kiss! jgn jeles! hehehhee.that's how my story ends. i love it! teruja teruja teruja! hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-5049013148793165975?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/5049013148793165975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=5049013148793165975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5049013148793165975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5049013148793165975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/sheryl-yang-seronok.html' title='sheryl yang seronok----'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-508471153168016413</id><published>2009-03-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:39.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>Jiwa Seorang Putera Kecil</title><content type='html'>Hati menangis tatkala membaca sebuah jurnal tulisan seorang ayah tentang puteranya yang gigih berjuang untuk hidup. Hati kecilku cukup tersentuh, air mata berjujuran apabila menatap gambar-gambar titipan oleh si ayah untuk tatapan yang setia mengikuti perkembangan si anak. Jasad kecil yang penuh semangat kental, itulah yang ku boleh katakan tentang putera kecil ini. Walaupun hanya melihat dunia selama 8 bulan, namun sepanjang tempoh itu,  dia telah membawa kegembiraan dan kasih sayang yang  tidak terhingga kepada kedua ayahnda dan bondanya. Daku terfikir, alangkah bertuahnya diriku dikelilingi dengan orang-orang yang disayangi dalam keadaan yang sihat dan gembira. Tiada kata mampu ku luah sebaik membaca perjuangan yang dilalui oleh sepasang suami isteri bersama putera kecil mereka demi memegang amanah yang dianugerahkan Tuhan.  Betapa jiwa kecil itu tabah menahan sakit setiap kali prosedur perubatan dilakukan terhadapnya. Apalah daya seorang bayi seusia dengannya menerima kesakitan yang tidak terhingga setiap kali jururawat menyedut mucus dari tekaknya. Ayahnda dan bonda putera ini menunjukkan ketabahan yang tinggi, dan tidak pernah bersikap negatif dalam menanti perkembangan putera kecil ini.Namun, sekuat manalah kudrat seorang manusia untuk melawan takdirNya. Allah telah mengurniakan putera ini secara sementara untuk membawa kebahagiaan dan memberi erti kesabaran serta kecintaan kepada semua. Pemergiaan putera kecil ini walau ditangisi, adalah kehendakNya. Semoga Amir Yusuf tenang menanti ayahnda dan bondanya disana. Alfatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-508471153168016413?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/508471153168016413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=508471153168016413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/508471153168016413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/508471153168016413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/jiwa-seorang-putera-kecil.html' title='Jiwa Seorang Putera Kecil'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-993863179145792012</id><published>2009-03-05T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:51:12.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>l.e.l.a.k.i</title><content type='html'>heart broken. dalam bahasa melayu hati hancurlah kan? in this entry, saye rase mcm nk melahirkan rase xpuas hati lah kepade insan yang bername lelaki. L.E.L.A.K.I. wahai lelaki-lelaki2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mengapelah anda semue suke menyakiti hati seorang wanita? tahukah anda bahawa wanita sangat2lah sensitif?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiadekah alasan yang lebih baik selain drp sibuk? abes tu, orang lain xsibukkah? orang lain tiada kerjakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mengape perlu ucapkan sayang sekirenye anda xsayang? murah sangatkah perkataan sayang tu? perkataan sayang hanya sekadar untuk mengayat awek2 bagi tersangkut dlm perangkap anda kah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-perlukah anda menunjukkan ego setiap kali berlaku perselisihan dengan pasangan anda? mengapa wanita sahaja selalu perlu mengalah? mengapa? jatuh standardkah sekiranya anda mengaku kesalahan anda pada wanita? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mengapekah xreti memujuk setelah membuat seseorang wanita itu merajuk? xreti kah? jika tidak reti, bagaimana pula anda boleh mengayat awek anda semasa mula2 dulu? bukan itu satu persuasion juga kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mengapa kejam sehingga membuat wanita menangis? adakah anda tahu, setiap titis air mata wanita itu ibarat setitis darah hasil torehan hati seorang wanita? alangkah kejamnya lelaki, hanya tahu menabur janji manis, jarang sekali dikotai. apabila diperlukan, baru wanita di cari, apabila xdiingini, dicampak merata-rata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf saya pinta sekiranya entry kali ini menghentam lelaki habis-habisan. saya terluka kerana lelaki, rakan2 baik saya juga terluka kerana lelaki.penat saya melihat rakan2 menangis, mencari kesalahan sendiri setiap kali berlaku perselisihan dgn psgn masing2. ade juga yang ditinggal begitu shj tanpa khabar berita. adilkah semua ini bagi seorang wanita, yang sanggup berkorban segalanya demi kekasih hatinya? inikah balasan yang sepatutnya? aduhai lelaki...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-993863179145792012?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/993863179145792012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=993863179145792012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/993863179145792012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/993863179145792012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/lelaki.html' title='l.e.l.a.k.i'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-3457327344535537784</id><published>2009-03-05T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>fall for u babe~</title><content type='html'>dunno wut to do..i'm quite depressed lately, so i decide to do the survey thing again. thanx to atonq paul n nasoa for tagging me in facebook.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag as many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;burning up-jonas brother -----ces, ade ke ini reaksi aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;7 things-miley cyrus ----hahaha..lebey kuranglah kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;disturbia-rihanna  ----ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;dangerous-akon feat.kardinal offishall ---dangerouslah sangat..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;summertime-new kids on the block ---exactly wrong ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;closer-neyo  ----??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;in the ayer - flo.rida feat will.i.am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be loving u -mariah carey ---yeeehaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;all i need -one republic ----whoa, almost there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;forever-chris brown ---ok2, im suck at maths~hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;silly lily-bunkface        ------weyh, gile tidak benar.my fren all all clever lah.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;baby one more time--britney spears  ----a ah best ape jd baby balik..hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;better in times-leona lewis ---aishhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;bleeding love-leona lewis    -----apsal lak nk bleeding, happy lah..kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;bye bye-mariah carey ---yassin juga dibaca dalam majlis tahlil ku...=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??&lt;br /&gt;clumsy-fergie  ---agak lah clumsy sket..tp bukan hobi r..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;cobalah untuk setia-kris dayanti  ----hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;crush-david archuleta  ----mane ade aku ade secret crush dowh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;damaged-danity kane -----xnaklah damage~tipuuuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;disampingmu-the divine master   ---luv u guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;fall for u-2ndhand serenade ---ces, jiwang sungguh..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you being honest?&lt;br /&gt;yes i am..=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-3457327344535537784?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/3457327344535537784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=3457327344535537784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3457327344535537784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3457327344535537784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/fall-for-u-babe.html' title='fall for u babe~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-9198516143000073527</id><published>2009-03-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:51:34.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopaholic~'/><title type='text'>weekend story</title><content type='html'>yes! it's thursday again. i love thursday since i started study in kedah. why? because in kedah, thursday and friday is the weekend. i plan to go to the carnival this weekend, however, i still cannot decide yet. since i'm having my *****d, how am i suppose to have fun playing water with my friends? i'm afraid that the water inside the pool will turn to red color, indicating that sum1 inside it is having p*****. plus, i don't want to spoil other's happiness just because i AM inside the pool.hahaha.pity me. i am very eager to the carnival since last 2 weeks, i even begged ika to postponed her plan to go to the carnival last week. (it is because last week i went to penang with fuza, akka, yan n mei leng. talking about penang, i departed from sp at 11 am, and i returned at 10 pm. i was nearly broke my leg because i'd been walking with akka,fuza,yan n mei leng from the jetty to "chennai potty", then walked back to jetty, then take bus to bazaar, then walk again to take bus to go to the perangin mall.it was very exhausting to walk under the hot sun in an island u know. however, during the shopping2 activity, nobody complained about tired, because everybody was busy picking this and that, then ask, "cantik x?". there u go, when it's the time for shopping, girls would ignore everything. the first destination was chennai potty, and my friends was behaving like crazy. if i'm not mistaken, fuza, yan n mei leng bought 4 kain sarees each. dasat kan?hahaa..me? since i'd promise myself not too spend too much,i only bought 1 kain saree.i guess i have enough of kain already, there are still plenty in query with my tailors.my friends were very good at bargaining, they bargained until the taukeh almost bankrupt, since they asked the taukeh to give them half price for everything,even for the special offer items.akka was the head behind all the bargaining thing, she was so expert! can u imagine we got a nice kain saree for RM44 complete with lining, even though the usual price was around RM99! akka, u r juz simply amazing! =p at 3 pm, everybody's stomach was singing. therefore, we decided to have our lunch at komtar's food court. the food court was suck, no choice since everybody was hungry.we all regretted for not stopping by at the kapitans. i decided to have&lt;br /&gt;claypot chicken with yee mee with a glass of lime juice.with sulking face, we finished our lunch. the sulking face was caused by the rude seller. i promised myself not to go eat there again.huhu.enough of that, the hunting for wedges started. i didnt manage to find any lucky wedges, so i ended up buying a nice purple flat.mei leng was the shoes queen of the day, she ended up buying 3 wedges.mei leng, u dun tell me how to jimat2 r, u oso the same.hahahaha.  omg, i'm tired of typing.next entry, i tell u more ok? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa9-EYHcoYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EUoGXU9fbPg/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa9-EYHcoYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EUoGXU9fbPg/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309601099351368066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing kain before buying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa99aauJ06I/AAAAAAAAAF8/AEZF18rxo4E/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa99aauJ06I/AAAAAAAAAF8/AEZF18rxo4E/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309600378496078754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice saree rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa986Pi_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Aj0hM-yWUI/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa986Pi_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Aj0hM-yWUI/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309599825740653938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired face hunting for wedges----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-9198516143000073527?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/9198516143000073527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=9198516143000073527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9198516143000073527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9198516143000073527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-story.html' title='weekend story'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa9-EYHcoYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EUoGXU9fbPg/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-265707970699857503</id><published>2009-03-04T03:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>happy 21st  birthday sheryl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy birthday to me~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..bestnye nyanyi birthday song untuk diri sendiri. well, today is not my birthday. few days ago was my birthday. gosh! i cant believe that i AM 21!  thanx to my friends for all the sweet2 wishes and those lovely presents~i've got loads of bracelets, necklace, brooch, make up box n chocolates! yeah!! n special thanx to my beloved mum for sending me a beautiful bracelet watch n heart shaped ferrero-roche.mum, u just simply know that i really2 love chocolates! n to my melon, thanx for playing the guitar for me. i luv it. that's the best present ever. i love u! even though my birthday would always fall on the due date for all assignments, but still i enjoy my birthday. my melon promises me to celebrate my birthday along with our 4th anniversary n also with his birthday on sumwhere in may. due to the time constraint, since we both hardly have time to meet each other, so we have to wait for another semester break to celebrate all these meaningful event. it doesn't matter, as long as we spend the quality time together. whatever it is, thanx to all. i know that i am old already, i am entering the new phase in my life, which means that i have to stand on my own. no worries, after all, i believe age is juz a number. nevertheless, i am glad that i am now experiencing new life stage, which i hope that i could create as beautifully as i can. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa93Rlrvm9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1nA67Zcnn8k/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa93Rlrvm9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1nA67Zcnn8k/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309593629750172626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 my lovely present..thanx~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-265707970699857503?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/265707970699857503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=265707970699857503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/265707970699857503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/265707970699857503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-21st-birthday-sheryl.html' title='happy 21st  birthday sheryl!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/Sa93Rlrvm9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1nA67Zcnn8k/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-8011922378268893349</id><published>2009-03-03T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:52:09.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>losing myself...</title><content type='html'>why am i so lazy recently?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i have a bm test but stil i haven't touch anything yet..today, i didn't attend sports day.yesterday, i didn't go for class.okay maybe the yesterday event can be forgiven since i suffered from terrible period pain. oowh, maybe my laziness syndrome is driven by my pre-menstrual syndrome.is it?no no~  i think it just my excuses for my lazy behaviour. i think i have sort of losing my motivation. why? why do i change so drastically? i guess i know why. i know that i am facing the toughest stage in my life. i know life is hard this way. i know i need to be patient. i know that i can go through all these. all i need to do is be strong and never lose my faith. dear Allah, help me to go through all these. i don't want to lose anything that supposed to be mine. i don't want to let go my happiness. Dear Allah...please give me your guidance. i pray that i will not lost in His tests, n i want myself back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-8011922378268893349?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/8011922378268893349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=8011922378268893349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8011922378268893349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8011922378268893349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-myself.html' title='losing myself...'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-3124005133254473811</id><published>2009-01-16T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>new year, new me!</title><content type='html'>it's 2009! time flies so fast until we don't realize that 2008 is over. perhaps i may be a little late to wish everybody "happy new year".but still, i want to wish each of u to have a bright of 2009. so i'm thinking of new motivation for myself since everybody seems to have one.this is the list i intend to do on the brand new 2009 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ms. sherill nurfarhana will be 21 years old this year so i want to be more matured,&lt;br /&gt;  especially in my act n every decision i make (i know i'm a bit of childish! heee..&lt;br /&gt; ~less spending,more saving which means less shopping.boleh ke? we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;  okay2, let me put it this way. i can spend but it mustn't be too much &lt;br /&gt;  until my allowance run out before the time and i have to make thick faces begging&lt;br /&gt;  my parents forever for money...huhu.  p/s:afif, u shud do this u know!  &lt;br /&gt; ~make less kebaye, more baju kurung.hahahaha.it sounds weird right for sum1 to hv &lt;br /&gt;  this kind of aim, is it? tulah cik sheryl, byk sgt baju kebaye smpi bj kurung&lt;br /&gt;  pon xde. kan nk g praktikum da pening kene g beli baju kurung. xkan la nk g sekolah&lt;br /&gt;  mengajar pakai bj kebaye kan? huhu..&lt;br /&gt; ~eat less meat, eat more veggie n fruits! definitely i hv to since i'm so chubby &lt;br /&gt;  right now, like my man said "sayang, ur cheek is like a pau daging u know!"&lt;br /&gt; ~do more exercise, especially the sit up thinggy.i guess u know y. =p&lt;br /&gt; ~lg rajin study! last sem i missed 0.03 to dean, so for this sem i must &lt;br /&gt;  work harder! chaiyok2 sheryl!!&lt;br /&gt; ~xmao manje2 sgt lg dah.saye da besar, i will not cry over sumthing silly.&lt;br /&gt; ~slimmer by the end of this year! 49 kg is a bit too much for me.46 ok la kan? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all for now. karang banyak2 xbuat pening la plak.huhu.hopefully this year i can achieve more success n i can go through everything nicely~ have a good year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-3124005133254473811?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/3124005133254473811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=3124005133254473811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3124005133254473811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/3124005133254473811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='new year, new me!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-3238244458704889095</id><published>2008-12-19T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:12:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Month Secret..shhhhh ...xp</title><content type='html'>JANUARI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        bercita-cita tinggi dan orangnya serius&lt;br /&gt;                        suka mendidik dan dididik&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat mudah melihat kelemahan orang dan suka mengkritik&lt;br /&gt;                        rajin dan setiap yg dibuat nampak keuntungan&lt;br /&gt;                        suka smart, kemas dan teratur&lt;br /&gt;                        bersifat sensitif , berfikiran mendalam&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai mengambil hati org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        pendiam kecuali telah dirangsang&lt;br /&gt;                        agak pemalu daya tumpuan yang sangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah mendisiplinkan diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;                        badannya sihat tetapi mudah diserang selsema&lt;br /&gt;                        bersikap romantik tetapi tidak pandai mempamirkannya&lt;br /&gt;                        cukup sayang pd kanak-kanak&lt;br /&gt;                        suka duduk rumah&lt;br /&gt;                        setia pada segala-galanya&lt;br /&gt;                        perlu belajar kemahiran sosial&lt;br /&gt;                        cukup cemburu yg sangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FEBRUARI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        *berfikiran abstrak&lt;br /&gt;                        *sukakan benda yang reality dan abstrak&lt;br /&gt;                        *inteligent, bijak dan genius&lt;br /&gt;                        *berpesonality yg mudah berubah&lt;br /&gt;                        *mudah menawan org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        *agak pendiam. Pemalu dan rendah diri&lt;br /&gt;                        *jujur dan setia pd segalanya&lt;br /&gt;                        *keras hati untuk mencapai matlamat&lt;br /&gt;                        *tidak suka dikongkong&lt;br /&gt;                        *mudah memberontak apabila dikongkong&lt;br /&gt;                        *suka kegiatan yg lasak&lt;br /&gt;                        *emosinya mudah terluka dan sgt sensitif&lt;br /&gt;                        *mudah mempamirkan marahnya&lt;br /&gt;                        *tidak suka benda yg remeh-temeh&lt;br /&gt;                        *suka berkawan tapi kurang mempamerkannya&lt;br /&gt;                        *sangat berani dan suka memberontak&lt;br /&gt;                        *bercita-cita tinggi dan suke berangan-angan dan ada harapan &lt;br /&gt;                        *utk merealisasikan impiannya&lt;br /&gt;                        *pemerhatian yg tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        *suka hiburan dan sukan&lt;br /&gt;                        *suka benda yg bersifat seni&lt;br /&gt;                        *sangat romantik pada dalaman tetapi tidak pada luaran&lt;br /&gt;                        *berkecenderungan pd benda yg tahyul&lt;br /&gt;                        *amat mudah dan boleh menjadi terlalu boros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                        MAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        berpesonaliti yg menarik dan menawan&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah didampingi&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt pemalu dan pemendam rasa&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt baik secara semulajadi, jujur pemurah dan mudah simpati&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt sensitif pd perkataan yg dituturkan dan alam persekitaran&lt;br /&gt;                        suka pada kedamaian&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt peka kepada orang lain&lt;br /&gt;                        sesuai dgn kerjaya yg memberi khidmat kepada org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak cepat marah dan sangat amanah&lt;br /&gt;                        tahu balas budi dan tahu kenang budi&lt;br /&gt;                        pemerhatian dan penilaian yg sangat tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        kecenderungan utk berdendam jika tidak dikawal&lt;br /&gt;                        suka berangan-angan&lt;br /&gt;                        suka melancong&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt manja dan suka diberi perhatian yg sangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        kelam kabut dalam memilih pasangan&lt;br /&gt;                        suka dgn hiasan rumahtangga&lt;br /&gt;                        punya bakat seni dalalm bidang muzik&lt;br /&gt;                        kecenderungan kepada benda yang istimewa dan baik&lt;br /&gt;                        jgn terlalu moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        APRIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt aktif dan dinamik&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat bertindak buat keputusan tetapi cepat menyesal&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt menarik dan pandai manjakan diri&lt;br /&gt;                        punya daya mental yg sangat kuat&lt;br /&gt;                        suka diberi perhatian&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt diplomatik (pandai memujuk )berkawan dan pandai &lt;br /&gt;                        menyelesaikan masalah org&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt berani dan tiada perasaan takut&lt;br /&gt;                        suka adventure, pengasih, penyayang, sopan santun dan pemurah&lt;br /&gt;                        emosi cepat terusik&lt;br /&gt;                        try control the emotion&lt;br /&gt;                        kecenderungan bersifat dendam&lt;br /&gt;                        agresif, kelam kabut utk membuat keputusan&lt;br /&gt;                        kuat daya ingatan&lt;br /&gt;                        gerak hati yg sangat kuat&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai mendorong diri sendiri dan memotivasikan org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        berpenyakit disekitar kepala dan dada&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt cemburu dan terlalu cemburu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        MEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        kekerasan hati &amp; degil&lt;br /&gt;                        kuat semangat &amp; bermotivasi tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        pemikiran yg tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah marah apabila tidak dikawal&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai menarik hati org lain &amp; menarik perhatian&lt;br /&gt;                        perasaan yg amat mendalam&lt;br /&gt;                        cantik dr segi mental &amp; fizikal&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak perlu dimotivasikan&lt;br /&gt;                        tetap pendirian tetapi mudah dipengaruhi oleh org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah dipujuk&lt;br /&gt;                        bersikap sistematik (otak kiri)&lt;br /&gt;                        suka berangan&lt;br /&gt;                        kuat daya firasat memahami apa yg terlintas di hati org lain &lt;br /&gt;                        tanpa diberitahu&lt;br /&gt;                        bahagian telinga &amp; leher mudah diserang penyakit&lt;br /&gt;                        daya khayalan yg tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        permikiran yg tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai berdebat&lt;br /&gt;                        fizikal yg baik&lt;br /&gt;                        kelemahan sistem pernafasan&lt;br /&gt;                        suka sastera,seni &amp; muzik serta melancong&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak berapa suka duduk dirumah&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak boleh duduk diam&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak punya ramai anak&lt;br /&gt;                        rajin dan bersemangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        agak boros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        JUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        berfikiran jauh &amp; berwawasan&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah ditawan krn sikap baik&lt;br /&gt;                        berperangai yg lemah lembut&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah berubah sikap,perangaiidea @mood&lt;br /&gt;                        idea yg terlalu banyak dikepala&lt;br /&gt;                        bersikap sensitif&lt;br /&gt;                        otaknya aktif (sentiasa berfikir)&lt;br /&gt;                        sukar melakukan sesuatu dgn segera&lt;br /&gt;                        bersikap suka menangguh-nangguh&lt;br /&gt;                        bersikap terlalu memilih &amp; mahukan yg terbaik&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat marah &amp;cepat sejuk&lt;br /&gt;                        suka bercakap &amp; berdebat&lt;br /&gt;                        suka buat lawak &amp; bergurau&lt;br /&gt;                        otaknya cerdas berangan-angan&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah berkawan &amp; pandai berkawan&lt;br /&gt;                        org yg sangat tertib&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai mempamerkan sikap&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah kecil hati&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah kena selsema&lt;br /&gt;                        suka berkemas&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat rasa bosan&lt;br /&gt;                        sikap terlalu memilih &amp; cerewet&lt;br /&gt;                        kurang mempamerkan perasaan&lt;br /&gt;                        lambat nak sembuh apabila terluka hati&lt;br /&gt;                        suka kepada barang yang berjenama&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah menjadi eksekutif&lt;br /&gt;                        kedegilan yg tidak terkawal&lt;br /&gt;                        sesiapa yg memuji saya adalah musuh saya tetapi siapa   &lt;br /&gt;                        menegur saya&lt;br /&gt;                        adalah kawan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        JULAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Sangat seronok didamping&lt;br /&gt;                        Banyak berahsia dan sukar dimengerti terutamanya lelaki&lt;br /&gt;                        Agak pendiam kecuali diransang&lt;br /&gt;                        Ada harga dan maruah diri&lt;br /&gt;                        Tak suka menyusahkan orang lain tapi tidak marah apabila  &lt;br /&gt;                        disusahkan&lt;br /&gt;                        Mudah dipujuk dan bercakap lurus&lt;br /&gt;                        Sangat menjaga hati orang lain&lt;br /&gt;                        Sangat peramah&lt;br /&gt;                        Emosi sangat mendalam tapi mudah terluka hatinya&lt;br /&gt;                        Berjiwa sentimental&lt;br /&gt;                        jarang berdendam&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah memaafkan tapi sukar melupakan&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak suka benda remeh-temeh&lt;br /&gt;                        membimbing cara fizikal dan mental&lt;br /&gt;                        sgt peka, caring dan mengasihi serta penyayang&lt;br /&gt;                        layanan yg serupa dgn semua orang&lt;br /&gt;                        tinggi daya simpati&lt;br /&gt;                        pemerhatian yg tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        suka menilai org lain dgn pemerhatian&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah dan rajin belajar&lt;br /&gt;                        suka muhasabah diri&lt;br /&gt;                        suka megenangkan peristiwa atau kawam lama&lt;br /&gt;                        suka mendiamkan diri&lt;br /&gt;                        suka duduk dirumah&lt;br /&gt;                        suka tunggu kawan tapi tak cari kawan&lt;br /&gt;                        tak agresif kecuali terpaksa&lt;br /&gt;                        lemah dari segi kesihatan perut&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah gemuk kawal tak kawal diet&lt;br /&gt;                        minta disayangi&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah terluka hati tapi lambat pulih&lt;br /&gt;                        terlalu mengambil berat&lt;br /&gt;                        rajin dalam membuat kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        OGOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        suka berlawak&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah tertawan kepadanya&lt;br /&gt;                        sopan santun dan caring terhadap org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        berani dan tidak tahu takut&lt;br /&gt;                        orgnya agak tegas &amp; bersikap kepimpinan&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai pujuk org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        terlalu pemurah &amp; bersikap ego&lt;br /&gt;                        nilai harga diri yg sangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        dahagakan pujian&lt;br /&gt;                        semangat juang yg luar biasa&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat marah &amp; mudah mengamuk&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah marah apabila cakapnya dilawan&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat cemburu&lt;br /&gt;                        daya pemerhatian yg tajam &amp; teliti&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat berfikir&lt;br /&gt;                        fikiran yg berdikari&lt;br /&gt;                        suka memimpin &amp; dipimpin&lt;br /&gt;                        sifat suka berangan&lt;br /&gt;                        berbakat dlm seni lukis,hiburan &amp; silat&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat sensitif tapi tidak mudah merajuk&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat apabila ditimpa penyakit&lt;br /&gt;                        belajar utk relax&lt;br /&gt;                        sikap kelam kabut&lt;br /&gt;                        romantik ,pengasih,penyayang&lt;br /&gt;                        suka mencari kawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat bersopan santun &amp; bertolak ansur&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat cermat,teliti &amp; teratur&lt;br /&gt;                        suka menegur kesilapan org lain &amp; mengkritik&lt;br /&gt;                        pendiam tapi panda bercakap&lt;br /&gt;                        sikap sangat cool sangat baik &amp; mudah simpati&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat perihatin &amp; terperinci,amanah,setia &amp; jujur&lt;br /&gt;                        kerja yg dilakukansangat sempurna&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat sensitif ygtidak diketahui&lt;br /&gt;                        org yg banyak berfikir&lt;br /&gt;                        daya pentaakulan yg baik&lt;br /&gt;                        otak bijak &amp; mudah belajar&lt;br /&gt;                        suka mencari maklumat&lt;br /&gt;                        kawal diri dari terlalu mengkritik&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai mendorong diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah memahami org lain(daya firasat yg tinggi) krn banyak&lt;br /&gt;                        simpan rahsia&lt;br /&gt;                        suka sukan,hiburan &amp; melancong&lt;br /&gt;                        kurang menunjukan perasaannya&lt;br /&gt;                        terluka hatinya sangat lama disimpan&lt;br /&gt;                        terlalu memilih pasangan&lt;br /&gt;                        sukakan benda yg luas&lt;br /&gt;                        bersistematik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        OKTOBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        suka sembang&lt;br /&gt;                        suka org yg sayang padanya&lt;br /&gt;                        suka ambil jln tengah&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat menawan &amp; sopan santun&lt;br /&gt;                        kecantikan luar &amp; dalam&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak pandai berbohong &amp; berpura-pura&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah rasa simpati,baik pentingkan kawan&lt;br /&gt;                        sentiasa berkawan&lt;br /&gt;                        hatinya mudah terusik tetapi merajuknya tak lama&lt;br /&gt;                        cepat marah&lt;br /&gt;                        macam pentingkan diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak menolong org kecuali diminta&lt;br /&gt;                        suka melihat dari perspektifnya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak suka terima pandangan orglain&lt;br /&gt;                        emosi yg mudah terusik&lt;br /&gt;                        suka berangan &amp; pandaibercakap&lt;br /&gt;                        emosi yg kelam kabut&lt;br /&gt;                        daya firasat yg sangat kuat (terutamanya perempuan)&lt;br /&gt;                        suka melancong,bidang sastera &amp; seni&lt;br /&gt;                        pengasih ,penyayang &amp; lemah lembut&lt;br /&gt;                        romantik dlm percintaan&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah terusik hati &amp; cemburu&lt;br /&gt;                        ambil berat tentang org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        suka kegiatan luar&lt;br /&gt;                        org yg adil&lt;br /&gt;                        boros &amp; mudah dipengaruhi persekitaran&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah patah semangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        banyak idea dalam perkara&lt;br /&gt;                        sukar utk dimengertikan atau difahami sikapnya&lt;br /&gt;                        berfikiran kehadapan&lt;br /&gt;                        berfikiran unik dan bijak&lt;br /&gt;                        penuh dgn idea-idea baru yg luarbiasa&lt;br /&gt;                        pemikiran yg tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        daya firasat yg sgt halus dan tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        bagus utk jadi doktor&lt;br /&gt;                        cermat dan teliti&lt;br /&gt;                        personality dinamik&lt;br /&gt;                        sifat yg berahsia, pandai mencungkil dan mencari rahsia&lt;br /&gt;                        banyak berfikir, kurang bercakap tetapi mesra&lt;br /&gt;                        berani, pemurah, setia dan byk kesabaran&lt;br /&gt;                        terlalu degil dan keras hati&lt;br /&gt;                        apabila hendak diusahakan sehingga berjaya&lt;br /&gt;                        tak suka marah kecuali digugat&lt;br /&gt;                        mudah ambil berat terhadap orang lain&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai muhasabah diri&lt;br /&gt;                        cara berfikir lain dari org lain&lt;br /&gt;                        otak yg sangat tajam&lt;br /&gt;                        pandai mendorong diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak hargai pujian&lt;br /&gt;                        kekuatan semangat dan daya juang yg sgt tinggi dan apabila hendak sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;                        cuba sampai berjaya&lt;br /&gt;                        badan yg tough&lt;br /&gt;                        kasih sayang dan emosi yang sangat mendalam&lt;br /&gt;                        romantik&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak pasti dgn hubungan kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;                        suka duduk dirumah&lt;br /&gt;                        sangat rajin dan berkemampuan tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        amanah, jujur setia dan pandai berahsia&lt;br /&gt;                        tidak berapa berjaya dalam mengawal emosi&lt;br /&gt;                        bercita-cita tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        perangai tidak dapat diramal dan mudah berubah-ubah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        DISEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Sangat setia dan pemurah&lt;br /&gt;                        Bersifat patriotik&lt;br /&gt;                        Sangat aktif dalam permainan dan pergaulan&lt;br /&gt;                        Sikap kurang sabar dan tergesa-gesa&lt;br /&gt;                        Bercita-cita tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        Suka menjadi orang yang berpengaruh dlm organisasi&lt;br /&gt;                        Seronok didampingi&lt;br /&gt;                        Suka bercampur dgn org&lt;br /&gt;                        Suka dipuji, diberi perhatian dan suka dibelai&lt;br /&gt;                        Sangat jujur amanah dan bertolak ansur&lt;br /&gt;                        Tidak pandai berpura-pura&lt;br /&gt;                        Cepat marah&lt;br /&gt;                        Perangai yg berubah-ubah&lt;br /&gt;                        Tidak ego walaupun harga diri yang sangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;                        Benci pada kongkongan&lt;br /&gt;                        Suka berlawak&lt;br /&gt;                        Pandai buat lawak dan berfikiran dgn logik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-3238244458704889095?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-1315735608147155379</id><published>2008-11-29T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>ku rindu padanya===</title><content type='html'>arini saye rase rindu sangat2 pade cik abg saye.al-maklumlah saye da lame xjumpe si dia. beginilah adat org berkasih long distance.saye rs saye ade mslh dengan menulis dlm bhs melayu.bkn kerane saye lupe diri,perasan mcm omputeh.hahahaha..tapi sbb da lame sgt xmenulis dlm bhs melayu.inilah akibatnye bile anda mengambil option english ye.hahahha.jd maafkan saye sekirenye tulisn saye ni kedgrn sumbang ataupon sangat2 formal ye.saye sedang mengasah kembali kebolehan utk menulis dlm bhs melayu.=p jd kembali kpd cerita saye td, si dia saye sbnrnye bljr di universiti yg xsame dgn sy.bknlah jauh sgt universiti si dia dan saye, tp memandangkan time n works constraint, kami memang jarang2 sgt berjumpe.boleh dikatakn, dlm setahun, cume ade sebulan je kitorg jumpe.wuhuhu.ape bole buat..da nasib badan..huhu.jadi arini, ntuk hilangkan rs rindu, sy pon bercadang nk surf internet untuk lekakn diri.tp sebelom tu, adik lelaki kesygn da merengek2 lapa, jd sy pon memasakla.sbb nk cepat, sy pon decide nk masak ayam goreng berempah, mushy soup n bwat kuah asam.tibe2 ms memasak tu, teringat lg dekat si dia.terus laju je tgn ni ambil ikan bilis dgn cili n goreng.pastu tumbuk dgn lesung batu yg berat tu.as tribute to my beloved hubby-to-be,saye pon telah menyediakan sambal ketuk.nyummy~si dia saye ni mmg suke sgt dgn sambal ketuk.jd bile buat je sambal ketuk, ia mengingatkn saye betape sweetnye die bile die memuji mskn saye iaitu tomyam dgn sambal ketuk yg die jamah dlm kete sewaktu die br pulang dr jb.berbunge2 hati saye ble si dia berkate begitu.wah2.saye mcm sgt teruje pulak bercerite itu dan ini.tp tgn ni da penat menulis.mungkin saye patut beli soft keyboard yg lebih selese.maklumlah,keyboard lappy sy ni aduhai keras sangat!hehhehehe.xmengapelah, asalkan saye dapat melakukan semue kerje dgn lappy ni pon sudah alhamdullillah.okaylah.saye rs bahase saye sudah semakin merapu.sy pon nk tgk drama di tv3 ni.tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-1315735608147155379?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/1315735608147155379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=1315735608147155379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>There are many things that women wish that guys knew, but will never tell them. The problem is that if the girl has to tell the guy, it will ruin the relationship. For guys, this seems like an impossible position – “she knows what she wants, but won’t tell me.” Here are the top ten things that women wish guys knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lead – Women won’t tell men that they want them to lead, because just having to say it means that the guy does not lead. A leader does not need permission; they take the risk and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ask her advice – This may seem contradictory to number 1, but it is not. Women want men to lead, but they want to be part of their lives and they want to be respected. The best way that to accomplish both of these is for the guy to decide what they want to do, tell her, then ask for her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Women choose guys on how they make them feel. Any guy who can make a girl feel appreciated, protected and cherished is on his way to winning her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make her laugh! Don’t take life too seriously. It can be tough being a woman. There are many roles to play – daughter, sister, wife and many goals to meet - good-looking, thin, coordinated clothing, etc. Give her a break! If a guy can show her that she does not have to be perfect to be accepted, he will be an unusual guy and she will love him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hold the door – Its something that women’s upbringing may tell them is not needed – after all she is independent, but women will usually like it anyway. Guys do not have to knock her down to get to the door first every time, but getting in the habit of opening doors when he can is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never start a conversation with an apology – “Excuse me…”, “Sorry to bother you…”. She may think the guy is polite, but he is violating rule number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a guy is in a loving relationship, hold hands! It shows that he cares for her and that he is not afraid of showing it in front of others. She will never tell him, but if he does it, he will have a happier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Call Her!! After every date, call her within a few days. Email, voicemail and text messaging do not count. Calling her as soon as he gets back to the apartment may be too soon, but any time later will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Even if she asks for the absolute truth, be careful about criticizing her appearance. If a guy builds a fence around the back yard and asks a woman, “What do you think?” he does not want her to check the plumb on every post and let him know how he might improve his fence building! He wants her to say that it looks good! Same with her appearance. Guys, be very careful of how you answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be passionate about something – in addition to her. This goes back to leadership. Men should have a sense of what they want to accomplish and how they are going to do it. Share your dreams and plans with her. This is one area where it is OK for guys to talk about something at some length. Even if she does not share his dream, she will respect him for having one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-7855371370222625968?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/7855371370222625968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=7855371370222625968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7855371370222625968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7855371370222625968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-guys-should-know-about-their.html' title='10 things guys should know about their women!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-1291275798849111287</id><published>2008-11-23T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:01:18.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>Perfume Addiction===</title><content type='html'>my passion for perfumes becomes an addiction lately. i just bought 2 bottle of perfumes in last 2 days, n i think that i'm totally a perfume freak. seriously, i can't help myself seeing cute design og the perfume bottle, plus with the nice smell, i just couldn't resist it. let me share wit u some of the perfumes that i've already owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Paris Hilton by Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;2-Les Belles de Ricci by Nina Ricci&lt;br /&gt;3-Love At First Glow by JLo&lt;br /&gt;4-Hypnose by Lancome  &lt;br /&gt;5-Miss Dior Cherie&lt;br /&gt;6-Miracle Forever by Lancome&lt;br /&gt;7-Issey Miyake by Issey Miyake&lt;br /&gt;8-Fantasy by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;9-etc, i can't remember da..ghee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my obsession towards perfumes is undeniably influenced by my best friend's habit who loves to provoke me with her new smell. yes! i have an idea. to all my friends, y dun u all give me a bottle of perfume each time for my birthday? so i can have more and more collection of perfumes..wuhuhuhu===&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-1291275798849111287?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/1291275798849111287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=1291275798849111287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1291275798849111287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1291275798849111287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfume-addiction.html' title='Perfume Addiction==='/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-1304772338138663948</id><published>2008-11-23T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>more and more surveys===</title><content type='html'>1. A is for age:&lt;br /&gt;   20&lt;br /&gt;2. B is for beer of choice:&lt;br /&gt;   i don't drink of course!&lt;br /&gt;3. C is for career right now:&lt;br /&gt;   tea-cher===stands for the person who makes tea for others..ghee&lt;br /&gt;4. D is for your dog's name?&lt;br /&gt;   i hate dogs reaaaaally!&lt;br /&gt;5. E is for essential item you use everyday&lt;br /&gt;   facial wash n toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;6. F is for favorite TV show at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;   numb3rs and CSI..luv em both!&lt;br /&gt;7. G is for favorite game:&lt;br /&gt;   currently, i'm addicted to supercow and the chocolatier..so cute!&lt;br /&gt;8. H is for Home town:&lt;br /&gt;   senawang,seremban is where i belong&lt;br /&gt;9. I is for instruments you play:&lt;br /&gt;   piano&lt;br /&gt;10. J is for favorite juice:&lt;br /&gt;    kiwi juice! nyummmy!&lt;br /&gt;11. K is for whose butt you'd like to kick: &lt;br /&gt;    currently, mr-excuse-me-u-annoy-me!&lt;br /&gt;12. L is for last place you ate:&lt;br /&gt;    home..my mum's cook..shedap!&lt;br /&gt;13. M is for marriage:&lt;br /&gt;    not yet..haven't found my prince====&lt;br /&gt;14. N is for your full name:&lt;br /&gt;    s.h.e.r.i.l.l.   n.u.r.f.a.r.h.a.n.a&lt;br /&gt;15. O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;br /&gt;    once===eeerrriee==&lt;br /&gt;16. P is for people you were with today:&lt;br /&gt;    my naughty bros n loving parents =p&lt;br /&gt;17. Q is for quote:&lt;br /&gt;    cintaku.pudar.&lt;br /&gt;18. R is for Biggest Regret:&lt;br /&gt;    for knowing sum1 who neva knew how to appreciate my presence&lt;br /&gt;19. S is for status:&lt;br /&gt;    single and adorably available====&lt;br /&gt;20. T is for time you woke up today:&lt;br /&gt;    9:30..huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;21. U is for underwear you have on now:&lt;br /&gt;    don't want to tell&lt;br /&gt;22. V is for vegetable you love:&lt;br /&gt;    long beans n pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;23. W is for worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;    spend money foolishly===&lt;br /&gt;24. X is for x-rays you've had:&lt;br /&gt;    thrice===yucks!&lt;br /&gt;25. Y is for yummy food you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;    chicken soup with oyster n oso with sambal kicap!nyummy! thanx mama!&lt;br /&gt;26. Z is for zodiac sign: &lt;br /&gt;    aquarius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-1304772338138663948?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/1304772338138663948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=1304772338138663948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1304772338138663948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1304772338138663948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-and-more-surveys.html' title='more and more surveys==='/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-9093375317661153981</id><published>2008-11-22T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>crying test==</title><content type='html'>let's do some quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you feel guilty if you cry in public?&lt;br /&gt;   nope==y do i have to?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think crying is a sign of weakness?&lt;br /&gt;   definitely no! crying is part of human normal expression rite?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think men and boys should be encouraged to hide their tears?&lt;br /&gt;   uhm..i'm not sure.maybe it depends on person&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel embarrassed if you find yourself crying while watching a film or reading a book?&lt;br /&gt;   yesh..maluuu!&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you try to hold back your tears if you were attending a funeral?&lt;br /&gt;   no..i really can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you distrust a politician who shed tears in public?&lt;br /&gt;   no!&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think that tears are an unnecessary expression of emotion?&lt;br /&gt;   no definitely!&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you always try to hide your disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;   most of d time..i'm not into lettong everybody knows that i'm dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you get embarrassed if you see grown men crying?&lt;br /&gt;   no.&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you pretend that you had something in your eyes if you were unexpectedly discovered crying?&lt;br /&gt;   depends.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you always try to hide your anger?&lt;br /&gt;    i don;t think so..=p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as a conclusion..i love crying~to me crying is a sign of normal behaviour==in other words--i'm a normal person who sometimes would cry to express my feelings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-9093375317661153981?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/9093375317661153981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=9093375317661153981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9093375317661153981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9093375317661153981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/11/crying-test.html' title='crying test=='/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-6914952125309472734</id><published>2008-11-11T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:47:43.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>sleepy2 day</title><content type='html'>"hello lazy bump! can u pls get up from your bed and shower yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;the other side of me replied "alaa, can i sleep for juz a couple of minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;"wah wah banyak cantik! wake up from ur dreams, ur literature paper is juz tomorrow ok? n don't forget that u have to go to the cafe to celebrate zack's birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;"yelah2, i want to siap2lah ni..u r such a nenek u know!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n there i go..&lt;br /&gt;i wake up lazily, feeling so annoyed of realizing that i have to shower myself during this chilly morning----owh it's killing me!!. by the way, i have to since my course mates want to gather at the cafe for celebrating Zack's birthday. i don't want to be the centre of attention for xmandi and wearing pyjama during class hour..hehheehehe.hopefully, there wud be nyummy foods n drinks during the party so that i can fill my empty stomach vigorously~ yesh! i love food definitely! yok kite g makan yok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-6914952125309472734?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/6914952125309472734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=6914952125309472734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6914952125309472734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6914952125309472734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleepy2-day.html' title='sleepy2 day'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-8452169946558850978</id><published>2008-10-24T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:19:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream saree..heee</title><content type='html'>"sayang, this kind of saree only mak2 pakai"&lt;br /&gt;"really eh akka? but i think this saree is definitely gorgeous"&lt;br /&gt;"lantak p la kat hang sayang...aku dok ckp hang xmau dengaq"&lt;br /&gt;"okay2, i'll borrow yg laen la eh?"&lt;br /&gt;fuh! mouth fighting with akka always end up i surrendered to her hujah2. so the conclusion was i cannot wear that red bluish saree. since i was very eager to wear saree during deeparaya night, i borrowed the saree with not-really-thick-face from my indian friend, miss s. akka had been very kind to me as she was willing to tie the saree for me, and oso, she took a good care of me at the deeparaya dinner since i reaally didn't have any idea how to handle the saree &lt;&lt;&lt;well, thanx a lot to akka, belle(for tlg pgg d saree),and ruby (for lending me your bling2 bracelet)&gt;&gt;&gt;. the deeparaya nite was great e/though i was starving since the food provided was insufficient. the performance of multi racial dance was so-so,but still i enjoy it.hehhehee. these are SEVERAL captions i took that night======enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWO7n-SSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fNirSFPY7Q8/s1600-h/DSCN0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWO7n-SSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fNirSFPY7Q8/s200/DSCN0880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260932497989847330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sblm balik amek gbr dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWOrWIhzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jOsRAQ7U2_w/s1600-h/DSCN0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWOrWIhzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jOsRAQ7U2_w/s200/DSCN0873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260932493620053810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWOAbBZCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Twfw_u4y1Yo/s1600-h/DSCN0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWOAbBZCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Twfw_u4y1Yo/s200/DSCN0888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260932482097832994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx akka..luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWNtkrdcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ChW27CCV1w0/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWNtkrdcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ChW27CCV1w0/s200/a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260932477038065090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawa x saree pinjam?hehhehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-8452169946558850978?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/8452169946558850978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=8452169946558850978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8452169946558850978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8452169946558850978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-dream-sareeheee.html' title='my dream saree..heee'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SQKWO7n-SSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fNirSFPY7Q8/s72-c/DSCN0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-8990041061437282035</id><published>2008-10-13T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:25.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>am i?</title><content type='html'>i miss the one who used to be by my side whenever i need him..&lt;br /&gt; i miss his smile, his laugh and his warm eyes..&lt;br /&gt; i miss every single thing of him..&lt;br /&gt; i still remember how secure i feel when i was in his arms..&lt;br /&gt; and i can still hear his loving whisper about the future that we will share together..&lt;br /&gt; oh, how lovely that day!&lt;br /&gt; but now..&lt;br /&gt; why do he treat me this way?&lt;br /&gt; what did i do wrong?&lt;br /&gt; am i not his princess anymore?&lt;br /&gt; am i no good no more?&lt;br /&gt; or else..&lt;br /&gt; am i just a part of his game all these times?&lt;br /&gt; am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-8990041061437282035?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/8990041061437282035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=8990041061437282035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8990041061437282035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/8990041061437282035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i.html' title='am i?'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-517697134596728557</id><published>2008-10-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:53:06.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love My Family'/><title type='text'>raya &amp; engagement</title><content type='html'>weeeeeeeeewiiiiitttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;beshnye raye tahun ni! seriously, even though this year raye was very tiring, but i think this year is one of the best i ever had. y? because on the 4rd day raya, my dear cousin get engaged with his-long-time-lover. congrats abg boy!!  the fiancee is from K.terengganu, so u can imagine how long n tiring the journey was from johor. however, i really enjoyed it, as all my family members gathered at segamat johor n then we all convoi together2 to terengganu. n one more thing that pleased me a lot was, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i was sponsored from head to toe&lt;/span&gt; for the special occasion. my auntie was very kind to buy me a black beaded kebaya with kain batik,plus with the tudung, and oso the high heels~ weee!! i love it!! hehehehehehe..thanx to my auntie! here's some of the caption n the engagement day..enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVIRPszI/AAAAAAAAADc/HQhFpDzOEqQ/s1600-h/DSCN0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVIRPszI/AAAAAAAAADc/HQhFpDzOEqQ/s200/DSCN0811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255045819208282930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saye dgn cousin yg suke bergambar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVAs09vI/AAAAAAAAADk/zV9zT3CxKDQ/s1600-h/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVAs09vI/AAAAAAAAADk/zV9zT3CxKDQ/s200/DSCN0777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255045817176487666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh! Finally I manage to hold this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVbtN6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/gSl95d_fNjE/s1600-h/DSCN0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVbtN6pI/AAAAAAAAADs/gSl95d_fNjE/s200/DSCN0813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255045824425880210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big family yang came all the way from johor to terengganu, just to give abg boy support..maklumlah cousin 1st yg bertunang..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2n14c8MDI/AAAAAAAAADU/DEn84bFj3uo/s1600-h/she+n+sya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2n14c8MDI/AAAAAAAAADU/DEn84bFj3uo/s200/she+n+sya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255040884339912754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantikkan my cousin's fiancee? bile turn saye pulak ye? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2mA6fFGwI/AAAAAAAAADM/nGlr2Z9c9Zk/s1600-h/DSCN0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2mA6fFGwI/AAAAAAAAADM/nGlr2Z9c9Zk/s200/DSCN0749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255038874841062146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to caption, I’ll always be “terlebih posing”..hehehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-517697134596728557?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/517697134596728557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=517697134596728557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/517697134596728557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/517697134596728557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/10/weeeeeeeeewiiiiitttttttt-beshnye-raye.html' title='raya &amp; engagement'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SO2sVIRPszI/AAAAAAAAADc/HQhFpDzOEqQ/s72-c/DSCN0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-2346431589986195303</id><published>2008-09-12T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:51:12.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>he pissed me off!</title><content type='html'>yeah i'm back. i'm back with bad feeling------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was and am hurt. that's it. that's the correct word of what i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't understand why some people like to condemn others? is it how they satisfy their dissatisfaction? well, if that's the way they do, it means that they're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TERRIBLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't express how bad i feel when sum1 that i trust stab me from behind. i'm feeling bad-----tooo bad!!! so u talk bad behind my back, even if it is your fault! hey dude, i don't think that u r that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GREAT &lt;/span&gt;for sarcastically menacing me that way!!!&lt;br /&gt;u better check urself up before judging others, by telling the world that i'm bad and u r good.seriously, i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even care what r u doing as long as u dun interfere with my life and messin' with me around.&lt;br /&gt;don't u ever dare to ask me for help anymore. i'm not interested in dealing with insincere people. so go on dude. talk bad bout me until u r tired. as long as i know that i do nothing wrong, i don't give a damn of what r u saying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thank you for causing me to lose my temper on this holy ramadhan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-2346431589986195303?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/2346431589986195303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=2346431589986195303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2346431589986195303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/2346431589986195303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-pissed-me-off.html' title='he pissed me off!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-5588787500145124981</id><published>2008-09-06T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:53:06.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love My Family'/><title type='text'>my dear atuk--u are irreplacable...</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan comes again..the holy month that brings us closer to allah and the most blessed month to ask for His forgiveness for all of our sins or wrongdoing (either under our sub consciousness or not).Like the previous years, i am n will be fasting alone---far away from my blissful family. Since my college situated in d suburb area of Sg.Petani, i have to think twice before i can decide to return to my hometown. plus with the buses crisis and very-expensive-fare, maybe it is better for me to just stay in my hostel--fasting with m fellow friends. On the 1st day of puasa, i was quite sad because i couldn't gather with my big family at my lovely kampung--kg.semerbok, rembau. it is a norm for my big family(which consists of my parents,siblings, cousins,nephews,nieces,aunt and uncle) to gather at my late grandfather's  kampung house..there, we will be fasting together and "bergotong-royong" to clean up the house as a raya preparation. loads of delicious delicacies will be served as meals of berbuke--rendang,gulai ayam kampung, ikan keli sambal,popia udang,ulam2,murtabak and not to forget-my kak long's mouth watering laksa. normally, we will cook all the special delicacies as a symbol of our gratitude in welcoming ramadhan.my late atuk's big house will be filled with noise from the kids' crying voice to the periuk belanga sound. my nephews n niece will busy playing at the lawn--either playing with the sand or juz riding bicycles while our mums will be busy preparing food for the berbuke session.if only my atuk still alive...suddenly---i miss my late grandfather~sobsob...he's the one who took care of me when i was about 3-6 years old since my parents was too busy with their career. i still remember how tender n loving he was--he never hit me over my naughtiness and never complain over my "mengade-ade" behavior. atuk would always bring me anywhere he went, bought me loads of toys, feed me with good food and etc. he prohibited anyone, including both my parents from canning me--in any way because he said that i was too young and naive to be treated that way. my atuk would bring me to supermarket every weekend with his green toyota to buy my ribena(i drank ribena when i was a kid bcos i was allergic to cow's milk). n then i will take the opportunity to buy my favourite koko-crunch and kfc---thanx to atuk for pampered me with all that. my atuk left me when i was 6, not too long after my parents took me back to stay with them--he left peacefully without any pain after the subuh prayer. may Allah put my atuk among those who are soleh~amin...after my late atuk passed away, my aunt, makngah lived at that house. so my family will return to that memorable place--the place where my dad n i've grown up every raya. thanx to atuk--since he build us a very spacious n comfortable house. i remember people often ask y did my atuk build such a large house--after all he lived alone(my grandma passed away ealier and the only alive children he had that moment was my makngah,my late achik n my dad). my atuk wud answer it with a smile by saying that "nanti cucu2 den sonang nk tido". how generous my atuk for thinking that way--thinking about his future cucu's comfort (my atuk only had the opportunity to see me,kaklong,kakyani,anyah n alang as his cucu). atuk even planted a "kundang tree" in front of our kampung house. he told my dad that he dedicated that tree to all his recent and future grandchildren. and now--all of his grandchildren loves to eat kundang fruit-even the whole village is crazy about our kundang tree since the fruit is the tastiest and sweetest of all kundang in the village...nyummy~owh i started to feel hungry because i missed my sahur today~ one thing for sure...i can't wait to go home--to the place where i belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my late atuk's kampung house..lovely isn't it? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SMM7F2VXadI/AAAAAAAAADE/SLezvr0AuKQ/s1600-h/PICT0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SMM7F2VXadI/AAAAAAAAADE/SLezvr0AuKQ/s200/PICT0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243099362859903442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-5588787500145124981?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/5588787500145124981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=5588787500145124981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5588787500145124981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5588787500145124981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dear-atuk-u-are-irreplacable.html' title='my dear atuk--u are irreplacable...'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SMM7F2VXadI/AAAAAAAAADE/SLezvr0AuKQ/s72-c/PICT0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-9053311223947719934</id><published>2008-08-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:25.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FirdausThePrince'/><title type='text'>no air~~</title><content type='html'>*jiwang mode*&lt;br /&gt;to my sweetheart~ &lt;br /&gt;i miss u sooooo much!! i can't wait to see u soon.i love to dedicate this song to u..metaphorically, this is how i feel when u r not around (uish, metaphor yg melampau~hehehehe =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;It's 'cause you took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is like living in a world with no air&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't move, it's incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Wish there was a way that I can make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;Can't live, can't breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;It's how I feel whenever you ain't there&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here in the water so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you gonna be without me&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't here, I just can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air (Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;No air, air (Nooo)&lt;br /&gt;No air, air (Oh a)&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew&lt;br /&gt;Right off the ground to float to you&lt;br /&gt;There's no gravity to hold me down for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm still alive inside&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath, but I survived&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I don't even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-9053311223947719934?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/9053311223947719934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=9053311223947719934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9053311223947719934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9053311223947719934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-air.html' title='no air~~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-5163222870615990280</id><published>2008-08-01T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:58:56.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>what do i think of early marriage?~</title><content type='html'>holla~ it is already late but still i cannot close my eyes. so i decided to post something again..at least my brain is working on something good rather than juz mimpi of being one of those fairy tales princess..hehehhee~ today, my friend, nas told me that one of my ex-schoolmate had already tied a knot with sum1. and my reaction was - "what? settle down at the age of 20? r u kidding me?"..so i went to check for the person's fs, n i was very surprised to see loads of the loving couple getting married pictures. as a friend, i am happy n i'm praying for the best to both of em. however, i couldn't stop myself from thinking~ think a lots of things. so as usual, my curious friends n i wud chit-chatting bout it, n we discussed about several things that we doubted. we are not busy body type of people, but we just want to discuss it as one issue- is early marriage relevant these days? so we all (tqa,apep n i) discussed blablabla. the conclusion of informal yet byk mengarut punye forum was simple : it would be relevant if u are willing to sacrifice your time and energy. honestly, i will not choose to get married at a young age because of the big responsibility and commitment that i must give to the marriage itself. furthermore, i am still studying, n i have no job yet, so it means that i'm not financially stable yet. like it or not, marriage requires stable financial and commitment, as marriage involves 2 person sharing life and love. when u get married, u'll be expecting babies, n it means more commitment n more cost. so i couldn't imagine myself being a wife, a mother and a student at the same time. if i had already get a job, maybe the situation is different,as i am able to hire a maid to take care of my kids. what my friends n i were thinking was, what it would be like when u settle down jobless~ i must say that it would be very tough n i would salute to those who is able to proceed successfully. i myself couldn't handle the stress when it is exam mode, plus with the hectic academic schedule. so ternyatelah early marriage is not suitable for me as i'm not ready to divide myself to two= marriage + study.. early marriage,it may sounds great as we are able to live with the people we love, but it is just not the right time yet. i hope that i don't have to experience being "mabuk2"  with big n contented tummy to lecture hall to study..hehehhehe. so abang..just wait k dear.i'll be yours when it is the time~..=p  let me feel how is it to be an "anak dara teacher", drive my own car and buy anything i want with my own salary... hehehhee~ ameen~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to my friend huzai n wife : congrats~ semoge cepat2 dpt baby~weee~&lt;br /&gt;*and oso to nasoha n tqah : kite sbr ye dulu sayang, xlarilah aiman n fadhli korang..=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-5163222870615990280?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/5163222870615990280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=5163222870615990280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5163222870615990280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/5163222870615990280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-i-think-of-early-marriage.html' title='what do i think of early marriage?~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-4500546028978098991</id><published>2008-07-31T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:51:34.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopaholic~'/><title type='text'>shop shop n shop~</title><content type='html'>it had been quite long since i last posted the blog here. lately, i'd juz been a bit busy (eleh bukan busy blaja pon, busy g jalan2). last few days, i went to penang wif miss zie, may, n fuza. actually, i didn't really plan to go there becos ther's a lot of works to be done. i've been very lazy lately, i couldn't figure out why. (eyh cik sheryl, u boleh tlg wake up x from ur dreams?!) hehehehhe..that's what my heart said to me just now. back to the story, i went to penang just because i felt bored, n i WAS quite teruje as i never been there before with my girls. so i told myself, i won't buy anything except for a dress, a simple n plain dress (janji la kunun..hehehhee) to satisfy my "hungriness" to shop(this is my own term that is totally wrong and cannot be found in the dictionary..heee~). briefly, i went there by bus, the most convenient transport since i've no car, then took a ferry and took another bus til i finally reached perangin mall + komtar. thank god i managed to get a seat in the bus n ferry, as it is weekend, n there were crowd everywhere. everything seems so cheap there, n there i go again, i started to shop, shop n shop till i ran out of money. i just can't resist the cheap n gorgeous bags, shoes n clothes. wif d kwn2 yg suke sopping oso, i was totally lost n started to spend foolishly.the funny thing was, i even bought myself a "kain pengantin", which was pink+turquoise colour, as if i was going to get married tomorrow..wahwah..impian xtahan. actually, i've been searching that type of material since a few month ago to make my baju raye. but i considered it was too expensive when i went to survey the price for the material at my place. so when i found the really2 vivacious material at penang with irresistible price, i juz cannot leave without buying. thanx god too, becos of the time constraint, i was unable to proceed with my intention of buying some bling2 n ching2 as my friend, ms fuza had arrived to fetch my friends n i to her house for lunch. phew~so that's it. maybe another time, i should leave my atm card when i go shopping so that i can't withdraw my money for shopping lavishly purpose..sheryl, sheryl...bile la nk stop ur shopaholics ni?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-4500546028978098991?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/4500546028978098991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=4500546028978098991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4500546028978098991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4500546028978098991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/shop-shop-n-shop.html' title='shop shop n shop~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-4701826589265084966</id><published>2008-07-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:47:43.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>explorace edition~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6Sy5cc6I/AAAAAAAAACA/dymaaV0vRE8/s1600-h/DSCN0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6Sy5cc6I/AAAAAAAAACA/dymaaV0vRE8/s200/DSCN0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227546993300894626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6Teh2QpI/AAAAAAAAACI/xYtQw92o2H8/s1600-h/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6Teh2QpI/AAAAAAAAACI/xYtQw92o2H8/s200/DSCN0211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227547005013082770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6T_jbp7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ELk6dVSAPfY/s1600-h/DSCN0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6T_jbp7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ELk6dVSAPfY/s200/DSCN0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227547013878097842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i AM a teacher now~ wee~huhu..the reason i felt that way was because i was given the opportunity to handle 100 students from sp secondary school today. the experience of handling 100 students was really exhilarating~ i didn't expect that i would feel this good! i was in charge of the explorace ipsah version. i was given the responsibility to handle the departure and arrival of each teams in the race. plus, i had to give each team a task before they can get the red ribbon which indicated that they had successfully done their task. my friend (ms anna) n i had planned to make "filling water using palm" game. in the game, each team is given 1 minute to fill a cup of water using their palm only. n after they had filled the cup with water, they were required to form a new word using 2 different words to convey a different meaning word. all the teams were succeed in doing all the tasks, n at the closing ceremony, my course mates and i got a very positive feedback from the students. well girls and guys..we love you all too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-4701826589265084966?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/4701826589265084966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=4701826589265084966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4701826589265084966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/4701826589265084966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/explorace-edition.html' title='explorace edition~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIv6Sy5cc6I/AAAAAAAAACA/dymaaV0vRE8/s72-c/DSCN0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-7457616547854074256</id><published>2008-07-23T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:47:19.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>gym..finally~weee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIdMSZmwm8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZonvXNnzVmg/s1600-h/Image138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIdMSZmwm8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZonvXNnzVmg/s200/Image138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226229771581561794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIdMS6EwQ9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uMtel3Ke8IY/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIdMS6EwQ9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uMtel3Ke8IY/s200/Image055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226229780297302994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to gym today!!! weee~finally for the first time i went there since i started doing my degree here a few weeks ago.actually, i was quite reluctant to go to the gym today as i was very sleepy (i didn't get enough sleep last nite + hectic class schedule..euww~). however, i managed to force myself to wake up at 4.30 pm to get ready for the badminton practice. i mumbled something that i dun even understand( mamai sangat la tuh..hehhehe), then wash my blur face, put a bit of make-up to cover "kesan-kesan tido" (hehhehehe...cover line je), then put my scarf, then took my very "expensive" racket and went lazily to the gym. i arrived 10mins late n as a result, my coach started to nag (bcos all my coursemates oso dtg lambat jugak..weee~) then wif d spirit of new racket, i started to play badminton with ana, aida,fuza,ika n tyra. so tired but very enjoyable! at least it helps me to burn my excessive fat~weee~ since my bf had started to complain bout my "chubbiness", i hope i could reduce some weight by playing badminton =p ..n as usual, i would take pictures~ (eleh maen xterrer pon, action je lebeh~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-7457616547854074256?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/7457616547854074256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=7457616547854074256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7457616547854074256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7457616547854074256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/gymfinallyweee.html' title='gym..finally~weee!!!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIdMSZmwm8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZonvXNnzVmg/s72-c/Image138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-9189706445419249516</id><published>2008-07-21T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:57:55.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Life'/><title type='text'>captions of orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISveLOiFcI/AAAAAAAAABI/zufwsFdky00/s1600-h/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISveLOiFcI/AAAAAAAAABI/zufwsFdky00/s200/DSCN0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494400601298370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISveT0ZjeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/328WEX-1-G0/s1600-h/DSCN0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISveT0ZjeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/328WEX-1-G0/s200/DSCN0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494402907606498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISve1Tr97I/AAAAAAAAABY/wS5IkejWqqo/s1600-h/DSCN0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISve1Tr97I/AAAAAAAAABY/wS5IkejWqqo/s200/DSCN0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494411897206706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISvfWZfbiI/AAAAAAAAABg/A6RzVlfxlgo/s1600-h/DSCN0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISvfWZfbiI/AAAAAAAAABg/A6RzVlfxlgo/s200/DSCN0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494420779920930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISvfmhy1TI/AAAAAAAAABo/pqTWKzqV3Ok/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISvfmhy1TI/AAAAAAAAABo/pqTWKzqV3Ok/s200/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225494425109714226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was involved in orientation for the newcomers today~ there were about 49 new students, and my coursemates and i had planned several activities for the ice-breaking session. the activities were absolutely enjoyable~ we did "poco-poco" dance, chicken dance (the chickens of ipsah tesolian were truly "hot" chickens..hahhahaha), singing odd songs and blablabla. as usual my friends and i would be busy taking pictures, not the pictures of the juniors, but we were busy taking picture of ourselves..hehehhe. maybe we are born to be in caption~huhu... i also found a nice n cute junior, who i finally decided to give all my notes and reference books for the foundation years (before this, i didn't know to who should i give all the books and notes, bcos most of my juniors are jual-mahal type~). i think it is better for me to give all the material to someone rather than to throw it to the dustbin or send it to recycle center. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-9189706445419249516?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/9189706445419249516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=9189706445419249516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9189706445419249516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/9189706445419249516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/captions-of-orientation.html' title='captions of orientation'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SISveLOiFcI/AAAAAAAAABI/zufwsFdky00/s72-c/DSCN0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-7627552336760818662</id><published>2008-07-20T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:17:54.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saye boring~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIM6JNvDGDI/AAAAAAAAABA/Js-oqJPaiiM/s1600-h/DSCN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIM6JNvDGDI/AAAAAAAAABA/Js-oqJPaiiM/s320/DSCN0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225083922660137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di saat diriku dilanda keboringan yang teramat sangat..so aku kejekanla digital camera ak..amek gamba suke2 ati..hehhehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~these two teddy bears are my favourite teddies..thanx to my prince f~ (he gave me for my success on the final foundation exam...=p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-7627552336760818662?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/7627552336760818662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=7627552336760818662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7627552336760818662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/7627552336760818662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/saye-boring.html' title='saye boring~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIM6JNvDGDI/AAAAAAAAABA/Js-oqJPaiiM/s72-c/DSCN0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-6686877603757526785</id><published>2008-07-20T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:52:09.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotional Expression'/><title type='text'>life is not a bed of roses~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i am totally exhausted today. it is not because of the  class hectic  schedule, it is because of the unpleasant manner of some friends in my class. i am not the kind of person who likes to confront or make war with other people, i'm a type of "jaga hati member". so i would easily feel offended if one of my friends harshly saying some improper words or making annoying jokes to me. what happened to me today was, one of my coursemate  annoyingly giving an order to everybody to buy a very thick but not-so-important literature book. i didn't have a problem with that until he started to gather all of us and started to scold us harshly, telling us that we weren't good in managing our allowances. and the worst thing was, he scolded and gave his so-terrible-and-nonsense "preaches"  in front of miss z. (miss z is one of my respected lecturers). it really pissed me off!! i still couldn't figure it why he should interfere with other's financial management and tell what to-do and not-to-do to other people. i think he better take care of his own business rather than taking care of what other people are doing. all of my coursemates including that boy are matured enough to think properly what's best for ourselves. actually, for information  literature is only minor course in my degree, so i will be using that book for one semester only. in long term run, the book may be useful, but due to money constraint (the lit book is totally expensive), many of us decided to photostate it or just borrow the book from the library. maybe he doesn't realize that not every student is fortunate to have financial support from their respected family like he does. so when it comes to have an option of buying, borrowing or photostating, most students who totally lean on the small amount of allowance would prefer not to buy.( there are still loads of important books to buy). the second nonsense thing happened to me today was one of the boy coursemate violently making improper jokes towards my friends and me. i am not going to state it here, it is to disgusting to do so.i'm hoping that if any man read my blog, pls, do respect your coursemates. do not make jokes on others' dignity, especially towards the ladies. u don't know what is it mean for a "bermaruah lady" like me to receive such humiliating jokes. not all ladies like to be teased that way n i'm sure if u learn social studies, u'll find yourselves violating the ladies' right by making indirect verbal sexual harrassment. i really hope that won't happen to my friends and me again, it is too hard to swallow. n i completely aware that he is the one who kept on making verbal sexual harrasment towards the other ladies coursemate. i think he has some broken fuse or wire inside his brain~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-6686877603757526785?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/6686877603757526785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=6686877603757526785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6686877603757526785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6686877603757526785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-not-bed-of-roses.html' title='life is not a bed of roses~'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-6367729037562656351</id><published>2008-07-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:04:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: February 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take life as it is, and you find happiness in a variety of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be close to family and friends. But it's hard to get into your inner circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the little things wonderful is important to you, and you probably have an inviting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek harmony with others, but occasionally you have a very stubborn streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your intense optimism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You shy away from exploring your talents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5093066689367702631-6367729037562656351?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/6367729037562656351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=6367729037562656351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6367729037562656351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/6367729037562656351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-birthdate-february-15-you-take.html' title=''/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093066689367702631.post-1066336387768500225</id><published>2008-07-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:55:19.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheSweetSheryl'/><title type='text'>CHANGES?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGB9MqBF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/92RAsOc33v0/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGB9MqBF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/92RAsOc33v0/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224599931095947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          s-h-e-r-i-l-l-n-u-r-f-a-r-h-a-n-a-m-a-f-u-z-a-h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     That is my beautiful name of course~(wee..sungguh perasan!!). I am 20 years old now and that indicates that lots n lots of responsibilities are waiting for me.Honestly, i have a pretty hard time in believing the fact that i'm not a teenager anymore (well, i guess it is normal for sum1 like me). I feel like i am still eighteen or nineteen, where at that moment i never think seriously of my future.Everybody needs changes, and that is what i need now(i still couldn't figure it how...huhuhu).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    It is almost august now, n i hope that i can fulfill my wishes,(it's actually my new azam..wuhuhu).The new misz sheryl shouldn't be too boros, shouldn't be too emotional, shouldn't be too manje,  etc. Instead the new misz sheryl should be able to stand on her own feet, should be very considerate, more intelligent,more thinking than talking, and the most important is the new misz sheryl should be able to appreciate every single person and every single thing in her life~&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   Practically, i'm attempting to do all the changes now. I'm doing it slowly, though sometimes i did forget. For instance for the boros thing~ i can't resist the latest handbags or shoes!. But still for this month, i'm doing it quite well (i manage to only buy a simple t-shirt je..hehehehe). I think it is a good start.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    Fortunately, i have someone who would always reminding me and advising me. That's you, my prince~(actually, i don't intend to let him know of this blog..i'm too shy to do so..waahhahha). He is the one who always take care of what i'm doing and what i'm spending..hehehhe..and becos of him, i successfully save an amount of my allowance (i NEVER have any saving for myself b4 dis)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm really glad~finally..=p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   actually,  i have more to write. Unfortunately, i'm vey hungry now~(juz bought nasi bungkus at cafe td). i would come back and share more things. tata. (the fried chicken is totally nyummy~)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/5093066689367702631-1066336387768500225?l=pink-blusher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/feeds/1066336387768500225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5093066689367702631&amp;postID=1066336387768500225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1066336387768500225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093066689367702631/posts/default/1066336387768500225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-blusher.blogspot.com/2008/07/changes.html' title='CHANGES?!'/><author><name>s.h.e.r.y.l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12986184242494112092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGNVF0MhdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QIgMWLFGxWQ/S220/the+bear+n+me~.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VhxsGKeUEyA/SIGB9MqBF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/92RAsOc33v0/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
