<?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-3584917534735415361</id><updated>2011-10-01T21:47:41.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5735136469287686869</id><published>2011-09-30T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T02:11:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sometimes you just wanna do better, do more. it's innate, it's human nature. iA this will be it. i pray for guidance and help. but mostly i pray for consistency. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to go back and dust off my files now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"closing time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you dont have to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but you cant stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;closing time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;every new beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;comes from some other beginning's end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5735136469287686869?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5735136469287686869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5735136469287686869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/09/excited.html' title='excited'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-800069569777416759</id><published>2011-07-25T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:18:23.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't warned</title><content type='html'>Refrain from doing things you will/might regret.&lt;br /&gt;You just know it'll come back and bite you in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;Or it'll just appear in your friend's fb friend list.&lt;br /&gt;Now all you can do is hope and pray that you can turn virtually invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-800069569777416759?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/800069569777416759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/800069569777416759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wasnt-warned.html' title='I wasn&apos;t warned'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-9214593863893092611</id><published>2011-07-08T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T01:41:20.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years of effort went down the drain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is just such a terrible shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can train and train and train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teach new things to your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then your little heart muses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i can win this masochistic game"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we end up being a bunch of losers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ending up being emotionally maimed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"So i hate you're overrated most revered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and celebrated because you're wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But everytime you close a door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and nothing opens in its place, you've wasted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-9214593863893092611?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9214593863893092611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9214593863893092611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/07/wasted.html' title='wasted'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8589339908941220687</id><published>2011-06-17T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T01:38:51.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten years wrapped up in thirty days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ten seasons in just one month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's nothing to look forward to now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least she got off the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"it's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or even your year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but i'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cause you're there for me too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8589339908941220687?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8589339908941220687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8589339908941220687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/06/thats-it.html' title='that&apos;s it'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4431925138899149120</id><published>2011-06-12T04:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T04:34:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;"Pheobe. That's, P, as in Phoebe, H, as in heobe, O as in oebe, E, as in ebe, B, as in bebe, and E as in... Ello there mate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pheobe Buffay AKA Regina Phalange,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masseuse, Singer-songwriter, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and a friend that can never fail to make me laugh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;it's 0430 and i'm doing this. i clearly need to sleep now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;"who wants to be riding high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;when you'll just crumble back on down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;who wants to be right as rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;it's better when something is wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4431925138899149120?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4431925138899149120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4431925138899149120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-says-she-says-unknown.html' title='he says, she says - #unknown'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3631306037998726471</id><published>2011-06-12T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:49:21.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my holiday wish</title><content type='html'>I do not want 20th June 2011 to come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anyone can make that happen then everything will be super. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i just say super?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must be the pleasantville movie on the plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;"and now, in my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;i can feel this way, i can just come clean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;i keep it to myself, i know what it means,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;i cant have you, but i have dreams"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3631306037998726471?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3631306037998726471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3631306037998726471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-holiday-wish.html' title='my holiday wish'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7014476569462544427</id><published>2011-06-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:23:52.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;midnights make me feel blergh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"i find you stunning but you are running me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my love's too big for you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tell me what to do to take away the you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if i was stronger then i would leave this show"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7014476569462544427?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7014476569462544427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7014476569462544427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5773469230890629419</id><published>2011-02-07T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:54:10.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've truly had enough</title><content type='html'>I can't help but wonder..&lt;br /&gt;Do you do that intentionally to annoy me?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you really that selfish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5773469230890629419?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5773469230890629419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5773469230890629419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-truly-had-enough.html' title='i&apos;ve truly had enough'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6868012182773278816</id><published>2011-01-20T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:23:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>risk - no it's no longer just a game my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;would you risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would you stand on solid ground where there's not much height to fall?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've chosen. have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=brown&gt;"to know you is hard: we wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to know you all wrong: we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to the outside: the dead leaves, they're on the lawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;before they died, had trees to hand their hope"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6868012182773278816?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6868012182773278816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6868012182773278816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/risk-no-its-no-longer-just-game-my.html' title='risk - no it&apos;s no longer just a game my friends'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-1280378662580191967</id><published>2011-01-19T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:29:59.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;why do i even bother?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=brown&gt;it's not even light out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly you've somewhere to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got a bad feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're going to throw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with no hesitation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1280378662580191967?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1280378662580191967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1280378662580191967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/right.html' title='right?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5226905255114283333</id><published>2011-01-19T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:14:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa son</title><content type='html'>as long as i know you'll be there, i'm good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang lain tu, well, that's just bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=brown&gt;the words get trapped in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry if i dont take the time to feel the way i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel sorry for the losers that will never take the time to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's really on their mind instead they just hide away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5226905255114283333?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5226905255114283333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5226905255114283333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa-son.html' title='whoa son'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2388928864090061920</id><published>2011-01-16T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:47:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you think you've got it bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=brown&gt;i had no shoes and i complained&lt;br /&gt;until i met a man who had no feet&lt;br /&gt;that’s really beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no feet and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;that was his disease&lt;br /&gt;i had no knees and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man and you know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;he had no butt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no butt and i complained  &lt;/span&gt;about it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i met a man who had no balls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had no balls and i complained &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i met a man who had no guts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no balls no butt and now no guts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had no guts and i complained &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i met a man who had no heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most important part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had no heart and i complained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i did not understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then i met a man who had no hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no hands and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who was a wreck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;he had no neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no neck and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no chin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;some folks lose and some folks win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no chin and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no nose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;that really blows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no nose and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who never cries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;he had no eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no eyes and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who felt no pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;he had no brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no brain and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;as good as dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no head and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;there was nothing there&lt;br /&gt;i had no hair and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no hat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;picture that not even a hat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no hat and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;no reason why&lt;br /&gt;i had no sky and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;no venus or mars and not any stars&lt;br /&gt;i had no stars and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;that’s rather odd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no god and I complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothing just in case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no faith and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothing to dream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no love and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;at the end of his rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no hope and i complained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;until i met a man who had no luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;that really sucks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had no luck and i complained&lt;br /&gt;that i had nothing left to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then i met a man who had no shoes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by paranoid larry, joe shapiro and neil murphy&lt;br /&gt;performed by the roches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2388928864090061920?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2388928864090061920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2388928864090061920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-you-think-youve-got-it-bad.html' title='if you think you&apos;ve got it bad..'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5203962520352978858</id><published>2011-01-16T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:52:38.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly...</title><content type='html'>... when it's all said and done, i'd rather not have to see your face again. &lt;div&gt;but that's not gonna happen in this world though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 color=brown&gt;"so if you're too school for cool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you're treated like a fool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so raise your glass if you are wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;in all the right ways"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5203962520352978858?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5203962520352978858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5203962520352978858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/honestly.html' title='honestly...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5947506623016332003</id><published>2011-01-03T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:00:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm no expert but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think this is how it starts...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"maybe then you'll hear the words i've been singing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;funny when you're dead how people start listening"&lt;/i&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/3584917534735415361-5947506623016332003?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5947506623016332003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5947506623016332003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-no-expert-but.html' title='i&apos;m no expert but...'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-1516915163836321805</id><published>2011-01-02T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:18:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hush-hush</title><content type='html'>the things that are not said..&lt;br /&gt;they are the things all around we cart&lt;br /&gt;they are the things closest to the heart&lt;br /&gt;they are the things most often regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the thing we fear the most&lt;br /&gt;when the lips would no longer be able to hide&lt;br /&gt;would no longer be able to contain&lt;br /&gt;secrets coming out like a rushing tide&lt;br /&gt;like a broken dam&lt;br /&gt;like a broken prison gate&lt;br /&gt;like a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least then the concealed&lt;br /&gt;can at the very last be revealed&lt;br /&gt;basking itself in the light of day&lt;br /&gt;till finally there will be nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;till finally&lt;br /&gt;i will be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets." -Cory Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"baby you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;baby you've got the sort of laugh that waters me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and makes me grow strong and tall and proud then flattens me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1516915163836321805?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1516915163836321805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1516915163836321805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2011/01/hush-hush.html' title='hush-hush'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-1731824166026423067</id><published>2010-12-31T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:53:25.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Evans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;listening to someone talk so passionately about the Quran gave me goosebumps. mashaAllah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i know it's a bit lengthy but it's a good watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be an eye opener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it can be a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYMKQKSV0bY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYMKQKSV0bY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the best form of da'wah that you can do for this world is very, very simple..the best way to do da'wah is for Muslims to be Muslims. That's it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1731824166026423067?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1731824166026423067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1731824166026423067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/12/joshua-evans.html' title='Joshua Evans'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5549843282572364656</id><published>2010-12-26T16:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:42:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh glorious holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;one a day for the past eight days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb80dnRNjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tubf0E7X5Cc/s1600/Picture%2B12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb80dnRNjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tubf0E7X5Cc/s320/Picture%2B12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554905168640816690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb9YZHRSQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/00fhoeoBsUA/s1600/Picture%2B14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb9YZHRSQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/00fhoeoBsUA/s320/Picture%2B14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554905785908152578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb9tp4dd4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/qD7R7Gq-4uM/s1600/Picture%2B16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb9tp4dd4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/qD7R7Gq-4uM/s320/Picture%2B16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554906151186691970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-LFXky-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6v4e2zcwPM4/s1600/Picture%2B13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-LFXky-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6v4e2zcwPM4/s320/Picture%2B13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554906656781159394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-ZhdRl7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/CR9r2BXjI9Q/s1600/Picture%2B15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-ZhdRl7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/CR9r2BXjI9Q/s320/Picture%2B15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554906904839428018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-i5q1xLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/afMHQ6ctAuo/s1600/Picture%2B18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-i5q1xLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/afMHQ6ctAuo/s320/Picture%2B18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554907065957598386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-7HKKulI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0p56TTYou3Y/s1600/Picture%2B19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb-7HKKulI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0p56TTYou3Y/s320/Picture%2B19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554907481895516754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb_FYY-txI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hL5gFKxh0_c/s1600/Picture%2B17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb_FYY-txI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hL5gFKxh0_c/s320/Picture%2B17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554907658319738642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday was a day i kicked it old school with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb7lSgHoAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3_h1wftd3bo/s1600/Picture%2B11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb7lSgHoAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3_h1wftd3bo/s320/Picture%2B11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554903808448372738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how was your break? as productive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheesh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"we have fallen down again tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;in this world it's hard to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;everybody, everybody wants to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;everybody, everybody wants to be loved"&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/3584917534735415361-5549843282572364656?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5549843282572364656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5549843282572364656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-glorious-holidays.html' title='oh glorious holidays'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TRb80dnRNjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tubf0E7X5Cc/s72-c/Picture%2B12.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8367707206099240475</id><published>2010-11-28T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T07:15:24.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TPGQ2lEudCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6c8C_tTt49U/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TPGQ2lEudCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6c8C_tTt49U/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544371883609060386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams are just weird. the people in them. the things done. it's a merry-go-round of weirdness and the ride doesn't stop till you wake up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope that i'll forget last night's. or at least have it not be remembered so vividly. it's troubling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"if i was stronger then i would tell you no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if i was stronger then i would leave this show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if i was stronger then i would up and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but here i am and here we go again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8367707206099240475?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8367707206099240475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8367707206099240475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-dreams.html' title='of dreams'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/TPGQ2lEudCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6c8C_tTt49U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-653041431385862940</id><published>2010-11-27T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:52:35.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dear self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if you think you've got it bad, imagine being &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20101127/ap_on_re_as/as_south_pacific_rescue"&gt;lost at sea for 50 days&lt;/a&gt;. surviving on puddles of rainwater, raw fish and bird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you're going through is peanuts. pi-nads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy 27.11.2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just a cage of rib bones and other various parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and to stop the muscle that makes us confess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-653041431385862940?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/653041431385862940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/653041431385862940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/11/reminder-to-myself.html' title='reminder to myself'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-454701121798358720</id><published>2010-10-06T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:47:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>october</title><content type='html'>in view of it being a breast cancer awareness month, i've decided to make this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. yes, you've read correctly. i'm voluntarily making this blog &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s - personally, i still dont like pink. it's too girly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-454701121798358720?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/454701121798358720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/454701121798358720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='october'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-448169507860389190</id><published>2010-10-06T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:39:50.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for your sake</title><content type='html'>please read more into what you read.&lt;br /&gt;research about the topic from other sources.&lt;br /&gt;be critical. be skeptical. scrutinize.&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, you'd be the perfect target.&lt;br /&gt;the gullible naive who would believe anything.&lt;br /&gt;the media's prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do use that 3lbs of neuronal tangle you have in your skull.&lt;br /&gt;put it to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Everyday is a struggle between what I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;And what I should keep to myself&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a battle between what I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;And what I don't wanna figure out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-448169507860389190?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/448169507860389190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/448169507860389190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-your-sake.html' title='for your sake'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-41611921506148077</id><published>2010-09-23T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:26:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.M.O</title><content type='html'>sometimes i hate that i'm so damn emotional.&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to blame it on the hormones, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-41611921506148077?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/41611921506148077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/41611921506148077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/09/emo.html' title='E.M.O'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-160071856024350794</id><published>2010-09-19T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:04:19.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you</title><content type='html'>you think you're so good&lt;div&gt;but you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;screw you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*yes, i'm feeling very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-160071856024350794?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/160071856024350794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/160071856024350794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-you.html' title='to you'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3392304817544498495</id><published>2010-09-12T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:57:44.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of technology</title><content type='html'>dear internet, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you truly are an amazing invention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've had plenty of great times together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have to say it's difficult to imagine my life wo you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now you're disappointing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"i need another story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;something to get off my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my life gets kinda boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;need something that i can confess"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3392304817544498495?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3392304817544498495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3392304817544498495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-technology.html' title='of technology'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5644861046865948409</id><published>2010-08-28T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:35:34.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not in a good mood</title><content type='html'>is it too much to ask that my home be a home. &lt;div&gt;somewhere i can let my hair down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sanctuary from strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nooooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's just one too many thing to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldve said so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i chose to keep silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided to be the better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so tired of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, i just cant wait to get out of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terendak is looking quite pleasing at the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5644861046865948409?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5644861046865948409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5644861046865948409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-in-good-mood.html' title='not in a good mood'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5538021874342358182</id><published>2010-08-09T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:44:43.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;size does not determine significance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiny things count as much as big ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the laughter of children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ice-cold drink on a hot sunny day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in life, the little things matter too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a sad day when i am ignorant of the blessings of God Almighty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a good midnight people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"what i've got is full stock of thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and dream that scatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you pull them all together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5538021874342358182?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5538021874342358182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5538021874342358182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/08/small.html' title='small'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7167575634895639350</id><published>2010-07-08T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:08:04.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thursday everybody</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, today i had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsed books for more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;bought 6 at the price of 3.&lt;br /&gt;sang my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;ate a sub, a scone, a plate of carbonara and a banana muffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was worth being stuck in the horrendous traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your 08/07/2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" And i've always lived like this&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a comfortable distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm content with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are the only exception"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7167575634895639350?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7167575634895639350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7167575634895639350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-thursday-everybody.html' title='happy thursday everybody'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4908544673976852802</id><published>2010-07-07T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:41:14.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pepatah zaman baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"orang tamak selalu kenyang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"orang malu selalu lapar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*apparently we have too much time on our hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Perfect shadows alive behind us&lt;br /&gt;This is the day i make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I know not long has grown&lt;br /&gt;Well i thank god u came along"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4908544673976852802?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4908544673976852802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4908544673976852802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/07/pepatah-zaman-baru.html' title='pepatah zaman baru'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5928652570919411548</id><published>2010-07-05T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:45:41.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #10, 11, 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm an early bird and a night owl. So I'm wise and I have worms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I discovered YouTube, I didn't work for five days. I did nothing. I viewed cookie monster sings chocolate rain about 1,000 times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love inside jokes. I'd love to be a part of one someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Gary Scott,&lt;br /&gt;Regional Manager (Scranton Branch),&lt;br /&gt; Dunder Mifflin Paper Company, Inc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you were falling, then I would catch you.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is aching, I'll make it better.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love the way you say good morning.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5928652570919411548?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5928652570919411548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5928652570919411548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-says-she-says-10-11-12.html' title='he says, she says - #10, 11, 12'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3711395245873134738</id><published>2010-06-26T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:32:58.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals (no, not the world cup kind)</title><content type='html'>Just as I've set my goals previously&lt;br /&gt;- an MBBS before I'm 25&lt;br /&gt;- a house at 30&lt;br /&gt;- an advance degree before 35&lt;br /&gt;- hajj before 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my eyes on another.&lt;br /&gt;But personal goals are no longer personal when it involves another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;" O Allah if You know this affair is to be good for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;in relation to my religion, my life and end,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;my present and my future, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;then decree and facilitate it for me and bless me with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But if You know this affair to be detrimental for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;concerning my religion, my life and end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;my present and my future, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;then remove it from me and remove me from it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and decree for me what is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;wherever it be and make me satisfied with it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3711395245873134738?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3711395245873134738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3711395245873134738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/06/goals-no-not-world-cup-kind.html' title='Goals (no, not the world cup kind)'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3263816848541005571</id><published>2010-06-25T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:33:25.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>Now that was a pretty long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone missed me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long two months and a lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Weddings of people who matter.&lt;br /&gt;Finishing third year.&lt;br /&gt;Short but meaningful vacations.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good holiday thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more thing and it would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and praying for a miracle is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I never thought that you wanted for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;So I left you with the girls that came your way&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I'm like, this is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I'm like, I think I'm falling for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3263816848541005571?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3263816848541005571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3263816848541005571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3454592423830633370</id><published>2010-04-13T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:41:27.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black</title><content type='html'>i've decided that white is too bright a colour.&lt;br /&gt;too happy, too sunshiny.&lt;br /&gt;let's go back to being dark and twisty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i like to mean what i say&lt;br /&gt;but it don't always come through&lt;br /&gt;If i say it all again and again&lt;br /&gt;it does'nt make it come true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3454592423830633370?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3454592423830633370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3454592423830633370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/04/black.html' title='black'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5554677151582025783</id><published>2010-04-13T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:37:32.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't look back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Choose inaction.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a gambler,&lt;br /&gt;nor an entrepreneur,&lt;br /&gt;nor a daredevil.&lt;br /&gt;Why risk the fall,&lt;br /&gt;risk the rejection,&lt;br /&gt;risk the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Orpheus melted the heart of Pesephone,&lt;br /&gt;but i never had yours&lt;br /&gt;i followed you back to the end of the path,&lt;br /&gt;but i never found the door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5554677151582025783?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5554677151582025783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5554677151582025783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-look-back.html' title='don&apos;t look back'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-9218896718099166647</id><published>2010-03-30T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:29:28.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phil-inks</title><content type='html'>feelings are pretty much delusions.&lt;br /&gt;that is until they're acknowledged and communicated.&lt;br /&gt;one can regard its existence in a prose, in a joke or even in a stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings are fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;one morning you can just wake up and the feelings can be gone.&lt;br /&gt;you rub your eyes as you think to yourself maybe those feelings were just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is almost a month. why haven't i been able to kick it yet?&lt;br /&gt;it is almost a month. why haven't i been able to act on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"and i wonder if i ever cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;for me it happens all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;it's a quarter after one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;i'm all alone and i need you now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-9218896718099166647?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9218896718099166647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9218896718099166647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/phil-inks.html' title='phil-inks'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8305241742557699937</id><published>2010-03-22T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:26:33.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all detarrevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;when push comes to shove&lt;br /&gt;i'd be shunned out of the pack&lt;br /&gt;the sun and the clouds are all that's left&lt;br /&gt;to see me through these jungle treks&lt;br /&gt;to the winding streams i will go&lt;br /&gt;the mountain peaks i'd conquer&lt;br /&gt;i'll pull through this bad weather&lt;br /&gt;for i'm a determined lone ranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8305241742557699937?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8305241742557699937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8305241742557699937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-all-detarrevo.html' title='we are all detarrevo'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7674780022866155257</id><published>2010-03-19T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:10:43.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underneath it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;if that is your choice&lt;/div&gt;i'll be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i won't be crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;there wont be laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;but there wont be tears shed either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'll accept, i'll move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;others have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;they don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;and you probably wont either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;May God bless your future endeavors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"i'm a little more careful, perhaps it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but if i lose the highs, at least i'm spared the lows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i think i better leave right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;before i fall any deeper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7674780022866155257?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7674780022866155257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7674780022866155257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/underneath-it.html' title='underneath it'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7845101370188732703</id><published>2010-03-12T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:09:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>could it be worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"good night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;being a G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;allus domesticus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"when you feel so tired but you cant sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but if you never try you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just what you're worth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7845101370188732703?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7845101370188732703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7845101370188732703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-it-be-worse.html' title='could it be worse?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6462104686441563899</id><published>2010-03-11T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:47:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fear inside</title><content type='html'>delusions result from convoluted biochemistry reactions.&lt;br /&gt;so do feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while delusions can be treated pharmacologically,&lt;br /&gt;feelings can't. unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need opinions.&lt;br /&gt;i need advice.&lt;br /&gt;i need guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'm two steps away&lt;br /&gt;from loneliness&lt;br /&gt;i'm awake, i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling incomplete&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/3584917534735415361-6462104686441563899?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6462104686441563899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6462104686441563899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear-inside.html' title='the fear inside'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5209838961691334844</id><published>2010-03-08T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:48:26.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should know</title><content type='html'>i feel sad when you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; so tonight&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna find a way to make it&lt;br /&gt;without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5209838961691334844?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5209838961691334844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5209838961691334844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-should-know.html' title='you should know'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-9058014345265732124</id><published>2010-02-17T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:05:50.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #9</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"i'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive,&lt;br /&gt;so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off me,&lt;br /&gt;returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr Sheldon Lee Cooper, MSc, PhD,&lt;br /&gt;Theoretical Physicist and a child prodigy with an eidetic memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'm barely making sense for now&lt;br /&gt;i'm faking it till i'm pseudo making it&lt;br /&gt;from scratch begin again but this time i as i&lt;br /&gt;and not as we"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-9058014345265732124?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9058014345265732124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9058014345265732124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-says-she-says-9.html' title='he says, she says - #9'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4130420428890550104</id><published>2010-02-14T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:22:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how much i love you&lt;div&gt;though i haven't met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much i've forgiven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though you haven't wronged me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much i've sacrificed for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though you don't know it yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much you've affected my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though you have no clue at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you better live up to my ridiculously high expectation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"no matter how far you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and if you have to walk a million miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'll wait a million days to see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;through distance and time, i'll be waiting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4130420428890550104?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4130420428890550104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4130420428890550104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-risk-fall-just-to-know-how-it-feels.html' title='i&apos;d risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5716076824770270865</id><published>2010-02-14T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:05:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;sometimes i love them.&lt;div&gt;sometimes they bug my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the inability to love them unconditionally only means that they're not mine. not because i'm a bad person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"somewhere seems so nice and new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;someday dreams they can come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'll fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh i'll find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to someday soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5716076824770270865?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5716076824770270865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5716076824770270865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-children.html' title='of children'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4355034155268280814</id><published>2009-12-14T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:45:08.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abulcasis / Abu al-Qasim al-Zahrawi - father of modern surgery</title><content type='html'>all my bags are packed. i'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;surgery is starting and i am psyched.&lt;br /&gt;yet at the same time i'm scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;and terendak, i'll be seeing you next week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not truly keen on that but i take it He knows better.&lt;br /&gt;so iA, this will turn out to be O&amp;amp;G-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm accepting your offer btw. saya pantang dicabar.&lt;br /&gt;my name is sara and i'm breaking this particular habit tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You with the sad eyes dont be discourage&lt;br /&gt;show me a smile and dont be unhappy&lt;br /&gt;i see your true colours shining through&lt;br /&gt;true colours are beautiful like the rainbow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4355034155268280814?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4355034155268280814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4355034155268280814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/12/abulcasis-abu-al-qasim-al-zahrawi.html' title='Abulcasis / Abu al-Qasim al-Zahrawi - father of modern surgery'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2466189325451617049</id><published>2009-12-13T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:28:43.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do one-year-olds want for their birthday?</title><content type='html'>good day.&lt;br /&gt;even greater night.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully things wont come tumbling down anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt finish paper heart. i find the girl to be mildly annoying and the hybrid documentary to be a tad slow. will probably have another go at it when i find my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proposal was good. betty white was spectacular as gammy. and sandra b was hilarious. however i cant for the life of me remember what ryan reynolds was like as berg in 2 guys, a girl and a pizza place. those were the pre-alanis, pre-scarlett, pre-sixpack times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh also, please, please go watch the mid-season finale (ignore the oxymoron) of glee. the setlist for sectionals was exceptional. and while you're at it, go beg, borrow or steal this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SyPtY-3BZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HEvjB-tB4-c/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SyPtY-3BZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HEvjB-tB4-c/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414432190475887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been rapidly gaining playcounts on moi itunes. here's a snippet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i gotta fly once, i gotta try once&lt;br /&gt;only can die once, right sir?&lt;br /&gt;get ready for me love cause i'm a comer&lt;br /&gt;i simply gotta march my hearts a drummer&lt;br /&gt;nobody, no, nobody is gonna rain on my parade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2466189325451617049?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2466189325451617049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2466189325451617049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-one-year-olds-want-for-their.html' title='what do one-year-olds want for their birthday?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SyPtY-3BZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HEvjB-tB4-c/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2023678841931490320</id><published>2009-12-12T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:47:48.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr wade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i am hanging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;on every word you say and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;even if you dont wanna speak tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;thats alright, alright with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cause i want nothing more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;to sit outside Heaven's door and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;listen to you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;that's where i want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jason wade will still sound sooo good and delicious singing the bangun pagi gosok gigi song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: cross love happens from your movie-to-watch list. not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;next up: paperheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&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/3584917534735415361-2023678841931490320?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2023678841931490320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2023678841931490320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-wade.html' title='mr wade'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5129950147446873663</id><published>2009-12-11T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:18:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not unworthy</title><content type='html'>the post count is slowly dwindling. i'm a terrible, if not somewhat lacking in attention, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good and productive holiday on the family front. although some tantrums were had, and many long faces were encountered, we still had loads of fun. and it was good to see us laughing as a family (sans the brother, who is at this moment siamesetwin-ing himself with his girlfriend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that life is going good. done with the one posting i truly didnt one to go through. embarking on one that i am super excited and super scared at the same time. terrified enough to make me browse through the s&amp;amp;s of surgical diseases book. during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past week or so, been meeting interesting people that i will definitely be seeing again. things are moving along and we're just going to go with the flow. no pressure, no plans, no expectations. not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Like anyone would be&lt;br /&gt;i am flattered by your fascination with me&lt;br /&gt;like any hot-blooded woman&lt;br /&gt;i have simply wanted an object to crave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p/s- if you're looking for a tear-jerker of a movie, go watch my sister's keeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5129950147446873663?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5129950147446873663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5129950147446873663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-unworthy.html' title='not unworthy'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6693678024141700104</id><published>2009-11-23T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:47:28.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>padang yang berdendeng sedap</title><content type='html'>it has been quite a couple of weeks. turmoil everywhere. inside. outside. sideways even. but hey, it's almost over. another couple of weeks and i'll be done. and he can't kacau my 1-week break cause i'll be going to Bangkok. i think. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a measly 15% we're struggling like slaves. i'm not caring anymore. now, i'm gonna focus on the finals. i'm gonna lose myself in my notes and books and powerpoint slides. yeah right. but at least that 60% is under my control and not up to those lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i'm liking ted more now. can bays and thomas make him find his wife really soon. although he's cute and all he's getting a bit pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"forgive me if i'm young&lt;br /&gt;for speaking out of turn&lt;br /&gt;there's someone i've been missing&lt;br /&gt;i think that they could be&lt;br /&gt;the better half of me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6693678024141700104?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6693678024141700104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6693678024141700104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/11/padang-yang-berdendeng-sedap.html' title='padang yang berdendeng sedap'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2220552404716774873</id><published>2009-11-01T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:20:21.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sempena itik getah kecil</title><content type='html'>'twas a good day after all.&lt;br /&gt;had eja with a side of pizza.(he is so bloody cute la wei).&lt;br /&gt;had chu mei came all the way (great surprise).&lt;br /&gt;got a little rubber ducky (with saliva and all).&lt;br /&gt;had an amazing dinner (that made me gain 600gms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the king bed, fluffy pillows and the luxurious comforter was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;also the high-end rain-shower.&lt;br /&gt;being lost in the middle of the night was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything made up for the disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;shows me who's who and what's what.&lt;br /&gt;definitely a 20th to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i want to be strong&lt;br /&gt;i want the world to know&lt;br /&gt;there's a part i cant tell&lt;br /&gt;about the dark i know well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2220552404716774873?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2220552404716774873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2220552404716774873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/11/sempena-itik-getah-kecil.html' title='sempena itik getah kecil'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3033655332293378876</id><published>2009-11-01T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:45:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn out and weary</title><content type='html'>our matlamat in life is to mengabdikan diri kepada Allah.&lt;br /&gt;yet, these silly little things are bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ready to accept things.&lt;br /&gt;ready to overlook it all.&lt;br /&gt;but your mannerless and discourteous ways boils my blood.&lt;br /&gt;your empty promises, forgotten agreements.&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like i am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;at this very moment i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i want to vent out today. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"let me feel one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;what it feels like to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;and break these calluses off of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;one more time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3033655332293378876?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3033655332293378876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3033655332293378876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/11/worn-out-and-weary.html' title='worn out and weary'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4192727827826986521</id><published>2009-10-26T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:15:25.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puckerman can sing way better than hudson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to realize that&lt;br /&gt;i've been holding on for the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;it's about time i say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;the prospect of going beyond the horizon is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;daunting too, sure.&lt;br /&gt;but hey no pain, no gain right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;42 days to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: why must BBN be so bloody hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"where it begin, i cant begin to know when&lt;br /&gt;but then i know it's growing strong&lt;br /&gt;who'd believe you'd come along&lt;br /&gt;sweet caroline good times never seem so good&lt;br /&gt;i've been inclined to believe it never would"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4192727827826986521?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4192727827826986521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4192727827826986521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/puckerman-can-sing-way-better-than.html' title='puckerman can sing way better than hudson'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4434868159356844604</id><published>2009-10-10T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:17:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so not happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanna be the hero of a movie&lt;br /&gt;wanna be part of a tragic love story&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have a big rockin' feast&lt;br /&gt;want public health to not exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;56 days to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"without you&lt;br /&gt;the earth turns, the sun burns&lt;br /&gt;the moon glows, the river flows&lt;br /&gt;the mind churns, the heart yearns&lt;br /&gt;life goes on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4434868159356844604?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4434868159356844604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4434868159356844604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-not-happening.html' title='so not happening'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5109796638684874348</id><published>2009-10-08T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:45:22.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long and thanks for all the fish</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;two months gone. just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;it's only at the end that we are reminded of the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;funny how different things were back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you to everyone who has made my two-month stay in wards 2a, 2b and L&amp;amp;D a pleasant and fruitful one. for the tunjuk ajar. the teguran. the smiles. the stares. the "who-are-you-guys". the keketatan. the opportunities. the gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i will definitely miss this posting.&lt;br /&gt;more so when i'm knee-deep in public health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"i know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;these 5 words i swear it's true"&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/3584917534735415361-5109796638684874348?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5109796638684874348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5109796638684874348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='so long and thanks for all the fish'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4030796416343803670</id><published>2009-10-05T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:37:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ish</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;geli la wey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kawen je la terus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 0130 and i'm watching lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;i should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;or at the very least sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;all eja's mak ude's fault.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i like to blame others.&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i was roaming around, i was looking down and all i see&lt;br /&gt;you know that i could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;off in the night while you live it up i'm off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;someone like me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4030796416343803670?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4030796416343803670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4030796416343803670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/ish.html' title='ish'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-1912878260662824083</id><published>2009-10-03T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:02:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what we've been waiting patiently for....not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SsZcPp_Ph_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/MJNgubiv6sU/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SsZcPp_Ph_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/MJNgubiv6sU/s320/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388095428234282994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o&amp;amp;g is ending.&lt;br /&gt;public health is starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;benci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the stars are all here&lt;br /&gt;Tina Fey! what a year!&lt;br /&gt;sarah palin did you no wrong&lt;br /&gt;thank God 'boob tube'&lt;br /&gt;rhymes with tony shalhoub&lt;br /&gt;or he wouldnt be in this song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1912878260662824083?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1912878260662824083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1912878260662824083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-what-weve-been-waiting.html' title='this is what we&apos;ve been waiting patiently for....not'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SsZcPp_Ph_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/MJNgubiv6sU/s72-c/Picture+13.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8339466608276335708</id><published>2009-09-26T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:59:25.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains, it pours and it shows</title><content type='html'>songs that i used to listen to over and over and over again three years ago are back on rotation on my pod. it's so funny, cause these familiar tunes transports me back to that time long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the pizza hut in bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;the midnight movies.&lt;br /&gt;the stalking guys playing futsal from our 3rd floor window.&lt;br /&gt;the first rejection.&lt;br /&gt;the 10-minute walks to class.&lt;br /&gt;the physics lab high up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;the very, very strict chem lab tutor.&lt;br /&gt;the air-conditioned bio lab with dead mice and frogs.&lt;br /&gt;the sleepless nights talking bout girly girly things.&lt;br /&gt;the shared showers.&lt;br /&gt;the surprise celebrations that took a LOT of planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those crazy b*fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"so if you're wishing on the stars&lt;br /&gt;you gotta go out and get it&lt;br /&gt;don't let them tell you what you can and cannot do&lt;br /&gt;i hope i always, always feel this way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8339466608276335708?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8339466608276335708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8339466608276335708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-it-rains-it-pours-and-it-shows.html' title='when it rains, it pours and it shows'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-1328078863314049899</id><published>2009-09-26T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:43:09.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the shadows i can't run from</title><content type='html'>a couple of years ago, i would curse at you right about now. but i'm *trying* to be a better person. so i'm just gonna shut my mouth and wait for this very unpleasant feeling to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why the heart is associated with feelings (even if my expensive medical education tells me that it is only a measly mechanical pump). but at times like this i can actually feel a sort of disturbance in that region. suddenly it feels like there's a huge void, a vacuum where the 4 chambers should be. sigh.. this sucks (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i felt this way, i wrote a lengthy, verbose letter to you detailing every single dissatisfaction i had. but of course i was too much of a coward to show those tear-stained papers to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i'm back here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a pick-me-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i need to take up boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"you got something i want&lt;br /&gt;just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna bring this girl to her knees"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1328078863314049899?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>isnt it funny?&lt;br /&gt;that you're the one who walked away&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who refused to stay&lt;br /&gt;but now you cant even look her in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who ended things&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who stopped calling&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly disappear from her life&lt;br /&gt;but she's the one who is moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things they dont speak of&lt;br /&gt;the rumors whispering in the soft&lt;br /&gt;the calenders left unmarked&lt;br /&gt;the song repeats itself in the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1986766653790338232?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1986766653790338232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1986766653790338232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends-families-and-farm-frenzy.html' title='friends, families and farm frenzy'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-1138702558753739035</id><published>2009-09-23T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:34:53.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black pepper, sesame seed and coriander</title><content type='html'>i find that not having a high expectation is a good way to go about things.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i wasn't really in the mood for raya.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i'm this weird creature that would rather stay in bed all day with her laptop than go to tok's house and do that mind-numbing yearly routine.&lt;br /&gt;but for the sake of family, i woke up early, put on my new baju kurung and drove the unusually jam-free federal highway to no 27.&lt;br /&gt;and so far, eid has been pretty good. not mind-blowing awesome, but still it went better than expected. hooray for low-standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to eat some incredible food.&lt;br /&gt;i got to play with little human beings.&lt;br /&gt;i got to catch up with a cousin who's currently undergoing her housemanship.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i got duit raya! (i need to enjoy this yearly ka-ching while i still can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"if i had known then that these things happen&lt;br /&gt;would they have happen with you&lt;br /&gt;please dont drive me home tonight&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont wanna feel alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-1138702558753739035?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1138702558753739035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/1138702558753739035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-pepper-sesame-seed-and-coriander.html' title='black pepper, sesame seed and coriander'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8927405326787151939</id><published>2009-09-16T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:59:13.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMVL</title><content type='html'>today was the first time a patient refused my request.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what her problem was.&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted to clerk her.&lt;br /&gt;a few simple questions and we would have been done.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'm asking her to give up her unborn child.&lt;br /&gt;the sting of rejection sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but i got my payback.&lt;br /&gt;i got to insert her branula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;* i know. childish. let me be*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thank God jadi k.&lt;br /&gt;doing that small little thing when you know the patient dislikes you is scary.&lt;br /&gt;more so when the MO, HO, nurses and fellow med students are around and expects you to nail it.&lt;br /&gt;pressure wey.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah all was good.&lt;br /&gt;now all i need is for that twin pregnancy to go to active phase during WW tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom&lt;br /&gt;i will buy you a new car perfect shiny and new&lt;br /&gt;i will buy you that big house way up in the west hills&lt;br /&gt;i will buy you a new life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8927405326787151939?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8927405326787151939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8927405326787151939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-first-time-patient-refused-my.html' title='AMVL'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-9141143786081987768</id><published>2009-09-14T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:14:58.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glee is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/Sq0ZLe3XWWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/puT4eHnVkS8/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/Sq0ZLe3XWWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/puT4eHnVkS8/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380984814832146786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;glee&lt;br /&gt;noun.&lt;br /&gt;meaning great delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched glee and it brought me glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;one gripe:&lt;br /&gt;you guys are going way too fast with the rachel-finn story line though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"but you put on quite a show, really had me going&lt;br /&gt;but now it's time to go, curtain's finally closing&lt;br /&gt;that was quite a show, very entertaining"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-9141143786081987768?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9141143786081987768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9141143786081987768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/glee-is-back.html' title='glee is back'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/Sq0ZLe3XWWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/puT4eHnVkS8/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5505326443610288992</id><published>2009-09-13T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:52:22.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken bridge</title><content type='html'>raya is making itself apparent at an alarmingly quick pace. i'm not sure if  i'm even ready to welcome it. everyone's excited. all are preparing with their fancy dresses and scrumptious kuihs. i keep telling myself that it's just another 24 hours that i have to get through. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is it crazy if i say that i'd much rather spend raya hanging around the LnD then go to my grandpa's house?*&lt;/span&gt; hmmm...mum would never allow it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll just have to bring along ten teachers to pass the time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*yeah right*  &lt;/span&gt;ok fine, i'll pay a visit to digital mall and load me some DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ob/Gyn is coming along fine. now on-calls are more about hanging out and chatting with the hos (haha. hoes. haha) rather than doing procedures. i blame it on the lack of females with gravid uterus in the LnD. post 09/09/09, they only trickle in rather than the usual gush we're used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctors keep reminding us how we're supposed to go have fun now that we're still students. not go on-calling here and there. they keep reminding us of our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;'bright'&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as housemen. they keep saying 'kalau aku jadi korang, aku da balik da'. that's not very encouraging, no? sigh... now remind me again why i quit that accounting course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"all my rooms are filled with musty dust&lt;br /&gt;time has taken all that i possess&lt;br /&gt;i never know if to laugh or to scream&lt;br /&gt;to hate or to believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5505326443610288992?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5505326443610288992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5505326443610288992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-bridge.html' title='broken bridge'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7271459719991894780</id><published>2009-09-04T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:30:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pakar sakit puan - ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;did i mention that i like my current posting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mid-posting exam was simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;tgk bdk surgery buat bukan main lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 MCQs - T/F and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;i breezed through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;not that it was easy. just that i didnt know the answer to most of it. so tibai je la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many labors nowadays. at least not when we're in the L&amp;amp;D waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on-call in the ward. a different kind of fun. got to take blood &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*unsuccessful*&lt;/span&gt; insert branula &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*partially successful*&lt;/span&gt; VE &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*bingo baby*.&lt;/span&gt; manage to do a little sweeping in between the membrane and the cervix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than was the usual grunt work - isi borang mintak blood, clerk patient, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night ward rounds were also fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*though some of the patient covered themselves fully with the blanket. cam da passed away je. scary.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got to see some upbeat patients &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dr u tak lawa la mlm ni x brush your hair. not pretty anymore*dr lembut tu sape? i nak kenalkan kat kwn i*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;watched the residents of kampung PP having their pm chit-chat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ni kampung pp. wave saje*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;learned that contraction timing is the core business of O&amp;amp;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out that GBS is not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*glucose blood sugar*&lt;/span&gt; but rather Group-B Streptococcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"maybe i dont want to take advice from fools&lt;br /&gt;i'll just figure everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;until i here it from you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3584917534735415361-7271459719991894780?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7271459719991894780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7271459719991894780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/pakar-sakit-puan-ramblings.html' title='pakar sakit puan - ramblings'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2004248547794893428</id><published>2009-09-03T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:12:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>my recent allergy to stainless steel is somewhat weird.&lt;br /&gt;today it flared up again. i've red spots on my wrist. it's funny, distracting and intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got another 6 on my presentation. it's troubling that i can't seem to get pass that mark. give me a 7 and i'll float to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw a baby that didnt cry when it came out. i dont like it. not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i can break fast with famous amos. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i received a present from a friend. my effort of buying you a bottle of attitude extreme was not in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back in two years with more presents ye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;the youth of the nation&lt;br /&gt;we are, we are&lt;br /&gt;the youth of the nation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2004248547794893428?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2004248547794893428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2004248547794893428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5203257860044490946</id><published>2009-08-31T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:43:40.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>owe-ant-gee</title><content type='html'>saya sara. saya rasa saya suke obstetric and gynaecology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made e mistake of telling my mum this and now she wants me to specialize in this field. but being an O&amp;amp;G specialist is brutal wey. late late calls. busy days. besides what happened to me liking nephrology? argument die: main baby is way more fun than main air kencing. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da la berkat mak tu sgt penting. her blessings and prayers have gotten me through so much. i cant just say no right? well, at least i have a few years to delay e decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"baby let's cruise away from here&lt;br /&gt;don't be confused the way is clear&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna fly away&lt;br /&gt;glad you're going my way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5203257860044490946?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5203257860044490946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5203257860044490946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/owe-ant-gee.html' title='owe-ant-gee'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7141861283074378067</id><published>2009-08-31T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:28:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paintings are pleasing to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;music soothes the ears.&lt;br /&gt;but words, well, they talk to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;at least yours does to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"he knows that no one can touch him now&lt;br /&gt;he seems so at ease&lt;br /&gt;a strange inner peace&lt;br /&gt;is all that he's feeling somehow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7141861283074378067?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7141861283074378067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7141861283074378067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-603308261694738791</id><published>2009-08-31T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:22:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks, but no thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before i started this posting, my reasons for wanting to adopt in the future was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always thought that there were many children out there who are in need of love and guidance. God willing, i wanted to be the person to help them. to shower upon them much needed attention and to help them through this fleeting life and prepare them for the everlasting world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;personally, i dont see a reason for me to introduce another being onto this earth for me to nurture when there are millions of children out there for the taking. unlike others, i'm fine with not having a biological child (but i hold no offense against those who aren't).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now though, i think i'm gonna totally adopt in the future because i've seen the miracle of childbirth. many times over. and no matter how high my pain threshold is, i'm fairly certain that i do not want to go through the agonising process that we affectionately call labour. thanks, but no thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"it's just another manic monday&lt;br /&gt;i wish it was sunday&lt;br /&gt;cause that's my funday&lt;br /&gt;my i-dont-have-to-run day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-603308261694738791?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/603308261694738791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/603308261694738791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-but-no-thanks.html' title='thanks, but no thanks.'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7858678882917648939</id><published>2009-08-28T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:41:11.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babies are adorable, yes they are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;saya rase x aci kamu berbuat begini.&lt;br /&gt;but i refrain from saying much.&lt;br /&gt;it's ramadhan after all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just accepting the things i cant change.&lt;br /&gt;adapting is vital to successfully thrive here.&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your words are funny and sensitive. your smiles, addictive.&lt;br /&gt; you're smart and witty. really, it's a pity.&lt;br /&gt;have fun in your version of third year clinicals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"no i cant forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;when i think of all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;when i had you there&lt;br /&gt;but then i let you go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7858678882917648939?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7858678882917648939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7858678882917648939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/babies-are-adorable-yes-they-are.html' title='babies are adorable, yes they are!'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-9146193329003758007</id><published>2009-08-22T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:37:44.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear kawan lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. kamu yang "i love my mum" comel la.&lt;br /&gt;especially since it was not related to the entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian. saya mahu tidur sehingga petang esok. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"since then it's been a book you read in reverse&lt;br /&gt;so you understand less as the pages turn&lt;br /&gt;or a movie so crass, so awkwardly cast&lt;br /&gt;that even i could be a star"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-9146193329003758007?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9146193329003758007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9146193329003758007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-kawan-lama.html' title='dear kawan lama'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6924438469558608599</id><published>2009-08-22T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:26:47.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i did my first V.E. today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wohooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;kakak tu beranak cepat gile siot. tak sempat nak tgk and identify the mechanism of labour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"we're made up of blood and rust&lt;br /&gt;looking for someone to trust&lt;br /&gt;without a fight&lt;br /&gt;i think that you came to soon&lt;br /&gt;you're the honey and the moon&lt;br /&gt;that lights up my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6924438469558608599?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6924438469558608599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6924438469558608599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-297403867723956792</id><published>2009-08-11T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:01:01.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho-hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kamu semua boleh blah.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt like today. and there is a high probability that i wont like tomorrow either.&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu SCLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"how can you connect in an age&lt;br /&gt;where strangers, landlords, lovers&lt;br /&gt;your own blood cells betray&lt;br /&gt;what binds the fabric together&lt;br /&gt;when the raging, shifting winds of change&lt;br /&gt;ber ripping away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-297403867723956792?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/297403867723956792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/297403867723956792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/ho-hum.html' title='ho-hum'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5155095538790924755</id><published>2009-08-09T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:47:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letssingit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i THINK i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;but i KNOW that's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"my words are seldom for a friend&lt;br /&gt;and if i speak out loud&lt;br /&gt;i would have to change the rules&lt;br /&gt;for speaking's out of bounds&lt;br /&gt;if it's practiced by a fool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5155095538790924755?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5155095538790924755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5155095538790924755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/letssingit.html' title='letssingit'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7738314293967260008</id><published>2009-08-09T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:31:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the internetS</title><content type='html'>ok. this wireless is playing a very cruel and sadistic trick on me. it lets me access the internet only when i'm near it. it being in a fan-less corner of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. technology. how i 'love' thee. especially in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"put your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;what you feel is what you are&lt;br /&gt;and what you are is beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7738314293967260008?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7738314293967260008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7738314293967260008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/internets.html' title='the internetS'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4292771258325527880</id><published>2009-08-09T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:18:51.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's all (said in miranda priestly's dismissive tone)</title><content type='html'>i want this day to not end. not because it was so awesome. but because i'd rather tomorrow not come. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another orientation done with. another break gone. and i predict tomorrow's gonna be a long, long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i can say that i spent the last few days of this VERY SHORT holidays productively. well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm feeling very, very indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i believe this is heaven&lt;br /&gt;to no one else but me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll defend it&lt;br /&gt;as long as i can be&lt;br /&gt;left here to linger in silence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4292771258325527880?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4292771258325527880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4292771258325527880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-all-said-in-miranda-priestlys.html' title='that&apos;s all (said in miranda priestly&apos;s dismissive tone)'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8906864425298025418</id><published>2009-08-03T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:03:04.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me out</title><content type='html'>it takes a friend whom i have not seen in a year to get me out of the house. i'm such a lazy homebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found out today that she's my foodie soulmate. we ended up ordering almost the same thing. over and over again. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks fatin for the marc jacobs bracelet. you're such a brand whore (and i like you for that. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SncJYjUK0NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xmnib9LAj4s/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SncJYjUK0NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xmnib9LAj4s/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767798436581586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;serva me, servabote - latin for save me, and i will save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"cut my life into pieces&lt;br /&gt;this is my last resort&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm losing my sight, losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;wish somebody would tell me i'm fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8906864425298025418?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8906864425298025418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8906864425298025418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-me-out.html' title='take me out'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SncJYjUK0NI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xmnib9LAj4s/s72-c/DSC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-896958827408726412</id><published>2009-07-31T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:02:19.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr Traveller</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that in your 35++ years on this earth someone has told you, or maybe you yourself have noticed, that you snore. and you do it in a rather loud manner. so please mr traveller, learn to not sit next to me. that is if we ever get our paths crossed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you should just avoid sleeping out in public. i dont want you to get charged for disturbing the peace*. i'm only looking out for you, mr traveller. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disturbing the peace&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crime&lt;/span&gt; generally defined as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;unsettling of proper order in a public space&lt;/span&gt; through one's actions. This can include creating loud noise by fighting or challenging to fight, disturbing others by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;loud and unreasonable noise&lt;/span&gt; (including loud music or dog barking), or using offensive words or insults likely to incite violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;via Wikipedia (of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"we can keep chilling like ice cream filling&lt;br /&gt;we can cool in the gang if you'd rather hang&lt;br /&gt;ain't no thing, i can be lugubrious with you&lt;br /&gt;i got no ifs ands ors no withs or whats about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-896958827408726412?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/896958827408726412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/896958827408726412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-mr-traveller.html' title='Dear Mr Traveller'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8765325541376029212</id><published>2009-07-30T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:47:23.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having bookmarked all of the casts' twitters,&lt;br /&gt;having the songs in my itunes (with lyrics, no less),&lt;br /&gt;having witnessed tosh do the 'dont stop' dance sequence,&lt;br /&gt;having watched the pilot projected in the audi during e crucial pre-pro exam period,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, undeniably, a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GLEEk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(gleek {glik} - a glee geek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"cellophane, mr cellophane&lt;br /&gt;should have been my name&lt;br /&gt;cause you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;and walk right by me&lt;br /&gt;and never even knoooooooooooooooooooooow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8765325541376029212?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8765325541376029212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8765325541376029212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-what-i-am.html' title='that&apos;s what i am'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5649627540250355745</id><published>2009-07-19T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:27:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new lease</title><content type='html'>the scruffy white 'book is up and running again. finally, one must exclaim in relief, after a full 3-week hiatus. no thanks to the missing power adapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm left with no excuses to delay the cleaning up of the 'book's hd. sigh... the thought of sweeping everything under the rug (or in this case into one file), is ever so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, it's pathetically slow run is too sad to dismiss. hmmm... maybe a software update is adequate enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"someone to understand&lt;br /&gt;each little dream in me&lt;br /&gt;someone who would take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and samba through life with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5649627540250355745?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5649627540250355745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5649627540250355745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-lease.html' title='new lease'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7613489104528813036</id><published>2009-07-17T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:42:32.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, my name is sara and i'm an FBaholic.&lt;br /&gt;it has been 40 hrs since my last log-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"why dont you sit right down and stay awhile?&lt;br /&gt;we like the same things and i like your style.&lt;br /&gt;i think you're just so pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;i would like you for my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7613489104528813036?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7613489104528813036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7613489104528813036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/fba.html' title='FBA'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6651157441233170993</id><published>2009-07-13T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:52:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but then again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SlohiO4UFII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xdi9w2fg92o/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SlohiO4UFII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xdi9w2fg92o/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357631578704188546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;facebook has a good sense of humor with its verification phrases.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing at this one for a while.&lt;br /&gt;until it hit me that this is going to be my future.&lt;br /&gt;that's when i decided that facebook is a dark and twisty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x nak kwn fb 2 minit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"so you find him attractive&lt;br /&gt;so what if he is&lt;br /&gt;you'd like some excitement&lt;br /&gt;the plane goes down&lt;br /&gt;will not land, pilot's dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6651157441233170993?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6651157441233170993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6651157441233170993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-then-again.html' title='but then again'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SlohiO4UFII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xdi9w2fg92o/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-8783316768222516375</id><published>2009-07-11T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:20:12.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mutant?</title><content type='html'>my cousin commented that i look like cyclops. no, not the one eyed one. the one from xmen. aka scott summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while scott had oakley to make his stylish sunnies, i got a pair of clunky goggles from 3m. oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SliesPZ-zPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/19PeTEl4JE8/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SliesPZ-zPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/19PeTEl4JE8/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357206239644142834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you dont wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but see how deep the bullet lies&lt;br /&gt;unaware that im tearing you asunder&lt;br /&gt;there's a thunder in our hearts baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-8783316768222516375?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8783316768222516375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/8783316768222516375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/mutant.html' title='mutant?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SliesPZ-zPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/19PeTEl4JE8/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4387740091130744274</id><published>2009-07-09T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:22:36.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a reformed procrastinator... not</title><content type='html'>an early morning phone call isn't the best way to start the day. especially if that call comes along with a task as it's side order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horse reminded me how my vision will be rather impaired in a couple days. so i'm trying (key word: TRYing) to get the job done asap (or rather stat - practicing my doctor lingo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing assigned task so early is so not like me. i feel rather weird. maybe i should just turn off the mac tonight and enjoy slumberland (and blame it all on the drowsy panadol cold&amp;amp;flu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i never know if to laugh or to scream&lt;br /&gt;to hate or to believe&lt;br /&gt;your tongue is fire when you speak&lt;br /&gt;but you make me sing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4387740091130744274?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4387740091130744274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4387740091130744274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-reformed-procrastinator-not.html' title='i am a reformed procrastinator... not'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4198829850873914244</id><published>2009-07-07T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:34:01.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It is not what we carry with us but what we let go that defines who we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Det Charlie Crews, my source of Zen,&lt;br /&gt;portrayed by Damien Lewis, a redhead and a British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's one thing i want to say, so i'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;you were what i wanted i gave what i gave&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry i met you&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry it's over&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry there's nothing to say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4198829850873914244?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4198829850873914244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4198829850873914244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-says-she-says-8.html' title='he says, she says - #8'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7047784833085752537</id><published>2009-07-06T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:39:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plateau</title><content type='html'>life is like a sine graph. like wheels. like a roller coaster ride. like wind waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're the forced passengers. compelled to ride it out. obligated to hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past couple of months have proved this metaphor right. it has been a carnival ride of emotions. from being indifferent to scared to hopeful to crushed to happy to frustrated to unsatisfied to glad to euphoric to indolent to committed to tired to relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i think i've hit the plateau. and for once i am not gonna whine. i'm just gonna sit back and enjoy this motionless, stillness, static, stationary, frozen phase. with a handful of chick flicks of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"there's only us&lt;br /&gt;there's only this&lt;br /&gt;forget regret or&lt;br /&gt;life is yours to miss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7047784833085752537?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7047784833085752537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7047784833085752537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/plateau.html' title='plateau'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6687359040882504158</id><published>2009-06-27T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:08:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Penguins? who needs 'em?&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you ate penguin, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosario Dawson, who plays mimi on Rent, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwO6_0Z82kU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;in a PSA for tripadvisor.com&lt;/a&gt; asking people to vote for the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she cracks me up every time i see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"in diapers, report cards&lt;br /&gt;in funeral in births&lt;br /&gt;in 525,600 minutes&lt;br /&gt;how do you figure a last year on earth?&lt;br /&gt;measure in love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6687359040882504158?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6687359040882504158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6687359040882504158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-says-she-says-7.html' title='he says, she says - #7'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6573499931930710628</id><published>2009-06-24T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:58:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ob/gyn</title><content type='html'>yes people, whether we ARE ready or not, our clinical postings are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first posting: OnG baby.&lt;br /&gt;so let's dust off our embryology, our reproductive anatomy and physiology and let's play with some random little child's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee.... (i say this with enthusiasm. but check back later and see the reality of it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"we were the blue in a newborn's eye&lt;br /&gt;and you'll meet a friend along the way&lt;br /&gt;your new life it starts today&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt always work the way you planned it, but it's ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6573499931930710628?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6573499931930710628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6573499931930710628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/06/obgyn.html' title='ob/gyn'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4573440732292749287</id><published>2009-06-18T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:50:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>readiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to take that risk.&lt;br /&gt;i am ready for the maybes.&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i dont do sadness&lt;br /&gt;not just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;dont want any part of it&lt;br /&gt;dont need it in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4573440732292749287?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4573440732292749287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4573440732292749287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/06/readiness.html' title='readiness'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-3799615911963932186</id><published>2009-06-05T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:15:19.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SigNdS05FaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WqK9qjP8A94/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SigNdS05FaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WqK9qjP8A94/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343535754796144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a glass of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;with a scoop of macadamia nut ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;bits of marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;a dollop of whip cream.&lt;br /&gt;and a sprinkle of chocolate shavings.&lt;br /&gt;nyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inilah akibat tengok take home chef pada mlm hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"cause everybody knows there's no solution&lt;br /&gt;not everybody gets what they would like&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be in this place forever&lt;br /&gt;if i try to run, do you think i might find it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-3799615911963932186?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3799615911963932186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/3799615911963932186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-glass-of-hot-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SigNdS05FaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WqK9qjP8A94/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5695159668482514091</id><published>2009-06-05T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:00:52.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He did the dishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy Adams who plays Amelia Earhart, a female aviation pioneer, on knowing her fiance was the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And all shall fade&lt;br /&gt;the flowers of spring&lt;br /&gt;the world and all the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;at the heart of everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5695159668482514091?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5695159668482514091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5695159668482514091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-says-she-says-6.html' title='he says, she says - #6'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6413400497039213724</id><published>2009-06-05T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:50:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too-deigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wrote a letter&lt;br /&gt;today i wrote a letter for two&lt;br /&gt;but it ended with "i wish i could say this out loud"&lt;br /&gt;and i watched as the fire burned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left&lt;br /&gt;we all fall down like toy soldiers&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit, torn apart, we never win&lt;br /&gt;but the battle wages on for toy soldiers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6413400497039213724?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6413400497039213724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6413400497039213724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-deigh.html' title='too-deigh'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2628329116535370919</id><published>2009-05-30T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:33:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menapis permukaan meja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SiAYt8B2zoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/smPGsaQXHmc/s1600-h/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SiAYt8B2zoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/smPGsaQXHmc/s200/48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341296335548501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;kami seperti jakun ketika melawat aquaria di KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;haiwan-haiwan akuatik di sana agak menakjubkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;terutamanya yang dapat dilihat berenang-renang di dalam akuarium "terowong".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sehinggakan kami melalui "terowong" itu sebanyak 3 kali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tetapi kehendak sebenar kami melalui pengalaman yang sama untuk kali ke-2 dan ke-3 itu adalah untuk bergambar. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nasib baiklah rakan kuda saya pandai buat kawan. dapatlah kami mengimejkan pengalaman kami ditempat-tempat strategik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell how bored i am right now? even after sleeping less than 6 hrs last night, i am unable to sleep early. nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, nocturnal -- nocturia -- dysuria -- haematuria -- heamatoma -- hamartomatous -- peutz- jegher's -- baby jugga -- blooduh --not funneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, inability to zzz early is so not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"well this is it&lt;br /&gt;i'm running out of space&lt;br /&gt;here's my address&lt;br /&gt;and number just in case"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2628329116535370919?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2628329116535370919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2628329116535370919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/menapis-permukaan-meja.html' title='menapis permukaan meja'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SiAYt8B2zoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/smPGsaQXHmc/s72-c/48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2910150318237406142</id><published>2009-05-30T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:06:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... - #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if silence is consent,&lt;br /&gt;then is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;doing nothing&lt;/span&gt; a sign of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;approval&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it's almost like loving. sad as that is&lt;br /&gt;may not be cool, but it's so where i live&lt;br /&gt;i ride on the rush all the hopes all the dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2910150318237406142?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2910150318237406142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2910150318237406142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm-4.html' title='hmmm... - #4'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2986493771203047510</id><published>2009-05-30T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:01:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the pawn hits the conflicts&lt;br /&gt;He thinks like a king&lt;br /&gt;What he knows throws the blows&lt;br /&gt;When he goes to the fight&lt;br /&gt;And he’ll win the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;‘fore he enters the ring&lt;br /&gt;There’s no body to batter&lt;br /&gt;When your mind is your might&lt;br /&gt;So, when you go solo&lt;br /&gt;You hold your own hand&lt;br /&gt;And remember that depth&lt;br /&gt;Is the greatest of heights&lt;br /&gt;And if you know where you stand&lt;br /&gt;Then you know where to land&lt;br /&gt;And if you fall it won’t matter&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’ll know that you’re right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;title of Fiona Apple's 1999 studio album, one of the longest album title i've seen/read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dan sebenarnya ku mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;disebalik senyuman mu itu&lt;br /&gt;kau juga merindui aku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2986493771203047510?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2986493771203047510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2986493771203047510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-says-she-says-5.html' title='he says, she says - #5'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2886769449966565656</id><published>2009-05-26T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:54:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... - #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hypothesis:&lt;br /&gt;the closer it is to a big examination,&lt;br /&gt;the higher the number of interesting books happen to lie -innocently- around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussion:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who wants to brush up on their public health knowledge and help me research this? Mr Murphy, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"not that i'm saying i wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't want to not&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't ever not want to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2886769449966565656?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2886769449966565656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2886769449966565656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm-3.html' title='hmmm... - #3'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-2346254357218391877</id><published>2009-05-26T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:29:49.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kebangkitan musim bunga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;instead of studying, i decided to be "cultured" and watch theater.&lt;br /&gt;on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but thank God for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;bootlegs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for Malaysia would never, ever, ever stage that production in Istana Budaya. Or KLPAC. Or wherever for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you can kiss your sorry *gluteal* goodbye&lt;br /&gt;totally --- will they messed you up"&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you know they're gonna try&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: grey's tipu. a&amp;amp;e is the department of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-2346254357218391877?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2346254357218391877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/2346254357218391877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/kebangkitan-musim-bunga.html' title='kebangkitan musim bunga'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5330235421567619151</id><published>2009-05-24T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:33:34.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another reason to want summer over with</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/ShlYQZlKvwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xi7sozaacPM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/ShlYQZlKvwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xi7sozaacPM/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339395871992364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure how many times i've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: lea michele has a pair of powerful lungs.&lt;br /&gt;it's too bad that cory monteith can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe i'm biased. i've always preferred listening to solo female vocals. which explains the outnumbered solo male acts in my itunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;secretly, i think it's related to the fact that i can't sing to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"just a small town girl&lt;br /&gt;living in a lonely world&lt;br /&gt;she took the midnight train going anywhere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5330235421567619151?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5330235421567619151'/><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-4661192011802768320</id><published>2009-05-19T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:23:16.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PG: are you making fun of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CC: it is the universe that makes fun of us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR: why would the universe make fun of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CC: maybe it's insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life, the brilliant TV series NBC killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"help me leave this corner of the room&lt;br /&gt;i'm reaching out to you&lt;br /&gt;cause i've got things i could talk to you about&lt;br /&gt;and we could be wallflower friends till the end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-4661192011802768320?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4661192011802768320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/4661192011802768320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-says-she-says-4.html' title='he says, she says - #4'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-9069060467795605558</id><published>2009-05-18T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:13:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panegyric on women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Isn't motherhood a perfect magical miracle? But a miracle that's impossible for men.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe men say they're glad not to give birth, all the pain and blood, but really that's just so much&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; sour grapes&lt;/span&gt;. For sure, men can't do anything near as incredible. Upper body strength, abstract thoughts...-any advantages men appear to have are pretty token.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chuck Palahniuk writing as Victor Mancini, both men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Like a scab that won't heal, just another sore&lt;br /&gt;Lost face in the crowd such a lonely bore&lt;br /&gt;you could call me at 10.59 but dont call me at 11&lt;br /&gt;coz that's my rule now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-9069060467795605558?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9069060467795605558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/9069060467795605558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/panegyric-on-women.html' title='panegyric on women'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-7040905929775320266</id><published>2009-05-18T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:20:19.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I used to put in a tiny bit of extra effort to beat you every week. And you too of course. At the back of my mind I was always worried of not being able to. Cause even though it's crazy, I need that moment where I could smile. Be happy for one thing for a change. No matter how childish it was.  The feeling of winning my deluded, private  game was satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that fire of wanting to prove I'm better has gone. Extinguished. Burned-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've finally given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accepted" is not quite right, but it's the first word that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;"calm down get straight&lt;br /&gt;It's in our eyes it's how we operate&lt;br /&gt;The way that we've been speaking now&lt;br /&gt;I swear that we'd be friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-7040905929775320266?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7040905929775320266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/7040905929775320266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-5093569269299844743</id><published>2009-05-17T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:24:33.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he says, she says - #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"i'd like to come back as a giant Flemish rabbit... fifteen pounds of pure bunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Detective Charles "Charlie" Crews on reincarnation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries&lt;br /&gt;a reward for letting nothing under your skin&lt;br /&gt;so help me, i dont know i might&lt;br /&gt;just give the old dark side a try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-5093569269299844743?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5093569269299844743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/5093569269299844743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-says-she-says-3.html' title='he says, she says - #3'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932021967087063957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4TebsT0h8xs/SM4N3U6LTyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gD8dz04-FN4/S220/Picture+5.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584917534735415361.post-6957428958523267885</id><published>2009-05-17T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:09:02.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... - #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if being able to have someone to laugh with means that you're liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if being able to have someone to scold, remind and nag you means that you're loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what is being ignored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh lover, i'm lost&lt;br /&gt;because the road i've chosen beckons me away&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm fighting words i never thought i'd say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584917534735415361-6957428958523267885?l=saraidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6957428958523267885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584917534735415361/posts/default/6957428958523267885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraidris.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm-2.html' title='hmmm... - 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