<?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-838995272655507742</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:11:24.673-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>Waking Up Laughing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6989183930263345247</id><published>2011-02-14T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:20:23.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I really need to confide in someone right now. But I literally have no one to talk to. I feel like breaking down in tears. I've tried, believe me I've tried but always, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; my attempts have failed miserably. My cries are left ignored as if it is insignificant. As if I'm merely discussing how unruly the weather is today or how annoying my teacher is. As if my well being itself is not important. It's as if they're thinking "Who cares if Shahira is unhappy? Not me? Not you? Well then who?"&lt;/span&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;One moment I'm bringing up the topic; I'm about to confide my worries, my frets, and suddenly we're talking about how who's celebrity crush is with some dumb girl. And I'm left laughing and putting on this fake smile which I'm shocked everyone can even believe. I must be that good of an actress. Almost as good as all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies. I'm surrounded by them. I don't even know who to believe nowadays. Some of them can even smile and laugh with me while they keep feeding me lie after lie after lie.&lt;i&gt; 'Don't worry, I won't ever do that to you', 'Shahira, I'm your best friend. Best friends would never do that to each other!' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well, if you say so than why are you doing that to me now? How can people just say stuff like that and reassure you and then just stab you behind your back? It's appalling.&lt;/span&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;And secrets. Ah secrets. Told when someone is at their most vulnerable state to people they truly trust. A trust that comes with a false assurance that it will never be told to a single soul.&lt;/span&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;  &lt;i&gt;"You have to promise me you won't tell anybody!", "I promise, I won't tell anybody. Who would I tell?"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&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;&lt;b&gt;Everybody&lt;/b&gt; that's the answer. You would tell anybody and everybody. Well, you know what they say, promises are meant to be broken, and secrets aren't meant to be kept. I've heard a lot of secrets which were meant to be kept and I sit here and wonder "What if I had told them? Would they have kept it like they promised?" and I'm disappointed that the answer that immediately comes to mind is "No. Not in a million years." They'll tell me the secret, the secret they probably swore never to utter again and say "You have to make sure you don't tell anybody! NOBODY IS SUPPOSED TO KNOW." and the cycle goes on and on. Promises made- secrets told-  secrets retold to every person they know- promises broken.And some of them wonder why I never tell them anything. There's nothing to tell, yes, but if there were I wouldn't even tell a single soul. &lt;/span&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;As the saying goes, "Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead." And I believe that 100%&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/838995272655507742-6989183930263345247?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6989183930263345247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-really-need-to-confide-in-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6989183930263345247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6989183930263345247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-really-need-to-confide-in-someone.html' title='Who cares?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8360568752430801105</id><published>2010-10-12T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:29:19.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom, finally here,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PMR IS FINALLY OVER. No more counting the days 'till the dreaded PMR, it's over! I can finally see it's rear behind after all of the stress leading up to it. Felt so liberated as soon as the examiner took the last paper! Spent the whole time after school running to friends and hugging them and doing crazy things like weird pony tail flipping dances hahaha! Now I just gotta be nervous bout my results... NAHH NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It feels like it's been a year since I posted anything on this blog. Had to go on a hiatus from blogger, twitter and tumblr because I had to focus on my studies. Not for the next 2 months though! Reading back the old posts, I can't help but smile to myself because it was all about stressing over exams and what not, ahahaha not anymore suckerrrrrrrr! Well at least for now ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are so many things I wanna do now that PMR is over. I even made a list (which I keep in my purse at all times, JUST IN CASE) hehehe. Here's the list;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do after PMR!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Climb Broga Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Port Dickson (mehh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Walk the streets of KL and Bangsar with my lovelies &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-DANCE CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-LEARN TO PLAY THE SAXOPHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Take up a new language (or maybe 2, or 3 or 4 or... I can go on and on foreverrrr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Dye my hair the same colour as Emma Watson's (I LOVE HERR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Ice-skating/Sunway Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Movie marathon sleepover (STRICTLY NO ONLINING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Day trip to Singapore (UNIVERSAL STUDIOS/SENTOSA ISLAND OOHHH YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-CLEAN UP MY ROOOOOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and there's probably more to come! Ahh, freedom tastes so sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I already did the 'walk the streets of KL' part of the list today with my friends but we didn't really walk, after a while it got really tiring and it was way too hot so we just decided to go to Times Square. Cosmo World was practically empty ahahaha, and I only rode 2 rides, the really fast ride which is the first thing you see when you walk in and bumper cars ahaha. I'm not a big fan of rides, since almost all have to do with HEIGHTS. Ughhh, I hate heights! I had an awesome time nonetheless with my friends, and I wouldn't mind doing that again at all! It's not where you are that counts, it's who you're with right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went back home by LRT. The doors didn't close on any of us this time around, thank god! The ride felt surprisingly fast although we had to stop at about 9 or 10 stations before we got to ours. Times flies when you're with your friends and having fun chit chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Having another outing with friends tomorrow. After that I'm done for the week! I'm dead tired and I gotta get some much needed beauty sleep, my skin got so bad leading up to PMR, ughhh! Sometimes its really hard being a teenager. Wait, actually most of the time it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can't wait 'till I've accomplished all there is to do on the list. And I will, you just wait and see!&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/838995272655507742-8360568752430801105?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8360568752430801105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/10/freedom-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8360568752430801105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8360568752430801105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/10/freedom-finally-here.html' title='Freedom, finally here,'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-107652029598613010</id><published>2010-03-20T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:03:17.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seoulbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/super-junior_20090308_seoulbeats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://seoulbeats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/super-junior_20090308_seoulbeats.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 567px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I haven't updated in the longest period of time everrr. It's the usual had-to-study-and-I'm-too-busy excuse, heh. I don't even have time to read books anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now as I am typing this stupid post, most of my friends are probably jumping and screaming their lungs out at the Super Junior concert. Goshh, so unfairrrr, I feel like crying. But whatever I bet there's like a billion better things to do then go to that stupid concert anyway. Imma list all of the better things to do then go to the concert just to convince myself that there is, hmmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Better Things To Do Then Go To The Super Junior Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry for the humongous space, I couldn't think of anything better to do, UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a bad day for me, even though I got some stuff that I wanted but it was still a bad day for me. I guess it's because I couldn't stop thinking about the concert and the fact that I couldn't go and see Henry live in action (T_T) and some other things happened that bugged the hell outta me so I was in a bad mood for most of the time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess the fact that I ALMOST could go to the freaking concert made me even more mad and sad.  Too bad my cousin couldn't go to the concert with me, if not my parent's maybe would've given me the green light.  I say maybe because they don't really like concerts, but this concert is gonna be filled with crazy screaming teenage girls and maybe a few guys and older women and what not, nothing dangerous is gonna happen but whatever, too late now neways. Someone I knew got VIP tickets and a backstage pass but she couldn't go and what did she decide to do with the ticket? She decided to laminate it and keep it for memories. Personally I think it's a waste but whatever it's hers, she could like frame it up or burn it for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateverr, when 2pm comes I am sooooo gonna go, they BETTER come or else I am gonna be one mad fan (I won't be mad at Nichkhun though ♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HOMG THIS FREAKING POST EDITOR WTV CRAP ISN'T FREAKING LISTENING TO ME GOSH I DISLIKE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/838995272655507742-107652029598613010?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/107652029598613010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-i-havent-updated-in-longest-period.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/107652029598613010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/107652029598613010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-i-havent-updated-in-longest-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8510017396916826232</id><published>2010-02-26T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T04:37:11.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh nos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's 8.06 p.m. right now and I'm listening to The Strokes when I'm supposed to be studying Geography right now since about 25 chapters are coming out for exam which I've only got a week to study for and I've only studied 5 not-so-important chapters and I tried studying just now but nothing came in at all, instead I think my brain is practically empty right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what to doooo, I'm so freaking worried about exams but I can't seem to get anything in this weirdly huge but empty head of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the 25 chapters to study is only for Geography, imagine if I add up the chapters I have to study for Sejarah, and Agama, and Math and Science and homggg, I'msodonefor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&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/838995272655507742-8510017396916826232?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8510017396916826232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-nos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8510017396916826232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8510017396916826232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-nos.html' title='oh nos'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7738133905909950070</id><published>2010-02-20T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:36:40.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay I take back what I said in the post before about how I've gotten over Korean boys. I &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; have not. And it's all because I slept over Elyanie's house with Nabila and my sister and if I hang out with Nabila and Elyanie, there's no way we won't be drooling over korean guys. So yeah, influenced by them again, haihhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents said that the sleepoverat Elyanie's house was the last sleepover for the year :( I have to focus on my studies since PMR is looming nearer and nearer so I'm not mad or anything. It's what's best for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had fun at Elyanie's house. We watched 'My Little Bride' this movie Nabila brought along 'cause she said that we absolutely &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to watch it. And it was one of the best korean movies I've ever watched ever in my whole entire life. The ending wasn't really fulfilling 'cause they &lt;i&gt;didn't kiss&lt;/i&gt;. I mean they &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to kiss right, so that the ending would be perfect! Touch lips would be fine, anything &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; a kiss on the forehead that's so good friend-ish. I was so annoyed but whatever, the lead actor and actress were so sweet together, makes me wanna cry ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day before school starts again. Ugh, I'm gonna have to go back to that hell-hole. And I haven't even finished any of my folios, I haven't even started on some of them so tomorrow will be Finish-all-projects-and-study-whole-day Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S4AN1_0R-nI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jS3wcOkj4CM/s1600-h/4t0W1pFN7q96805o219nAiyYo1_250.gif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh279/shahiralalala/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4t0W1pFN7q96805o219nAiyYo1_250.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh279/shahiralalala/4t0W1pFN7q96805o219nAiyYo1_250.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-7738133905909950070?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7738133905909950070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/itll-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7738133905909950070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7738133905909950070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/itll-be-alright.html' title='It&apos;ll be alright'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-542467482065715833</id><published>2010-02-16T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:09:09.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looooook, at that handsome boyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/logan_lerman/logan_lerman_1261010314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 587px;" src="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/logan_lerman/logan_lerman_1261010314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SO OVER KOREAN BOYS &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-542467482065715833?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/542467482065715833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/looooook-at-that-handsome-boyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/542467482065715833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/542467482065715833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/looooook-at-that-handsome-boyyy.html' title='Looooook, at that handsome boyyy'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4309758565828323404</id><published>2010-02-12T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:53:07.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so pandai ahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;too bad I'm notttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The reason for me feeling smart right now? I figured out how to load film in to my Smena 6! And I did it all by myself okays *grins proudly* I was feeling really annoyed about the fact that I still don't know how to load film into my Smena, so I decided to do research for one last time. And the results turned up zilch because I wasn't so sure if the Smena 6 has a take up spool. Then I remembered that if they sell cameras in eBay they usually take  pictures of the canera they're selling from every angle and they'll show the inside of the camera so I decided to look at 'em pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I saw that the Smena 6s in eBay didn't have a take up spool too. But they had this thing that looked like a roll of film only no film in it and mine had one too. So I was like "hmm, maybe that's the cassette they were talking about" so I looked at mine, analyzed (cehhhh) it and saw that the cover could be opened if you turned it. So I did andPOP! Out came a thing that looked like a take up spool! I was like "OMGG DADD DADDDD DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" because a few minutes before I made this amazing discovery I was talking to my Dad about the fact that I still don't know how to load the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I was like "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" and to my dismay, Dad wasn't even at home -_- Adik was like "He's not at home la! HAHAHA!" 'cause I was running downstairs like a scientist who just found out the cure to cancer or something so I must've looked like a right idiot. I was like -______-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So anyway, went online and research research, found out you have to tape the film to the take up spool-ish thingy and yada yada yada yada then DONE. I feel so proud heeeeeheeeeees. So I can finally use the Smena 6, and since I know I can use it now, I'm gonna name it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rugift.com/images/smena_6_camera_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.rugift.com/images/smena_6_camera_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASKVA 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;as in MAS-KVA 8DDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's how Russians say Moscow (I know 'cause that's what my cousin said and I googled "how to pronounce Moscow in Russian", ah I'm so lame ahaha ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On a completely unrelated note; Sunday is a special day for a lot of people. Chinese New Year and Valentines Day soo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GONG XI FA CHAI AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Be my valentine? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P.S: Just kidding, Valentines Day is so shitty ;p&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/838995272655507742-4309758565828323404?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4309758565828323404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-so-pandai-ahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4309758565828323404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4309758565828323404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-so-pandai-ahaha.html' title='I feel so pandai ahaha'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-173988673578384787</id><published>2010-02-09T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:20:37.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why baby why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My cousin who's studying in Russia came back to Malaysia! And she got me a vintage russian camera, the Smena 6. I had only heard of the Lomo Smena 8 so the camera is really unknown to me. Heck I didn't even know what the name of the camera I got was until a few minutes ago actually. I googled cuera 6 because the logo kinda looks like cuera but at last I got it! But seriously, why is the 'S' in Smena written as 'C', and the 'm' kinda looks like  a cursive 'u', it was veryy confusing. I was even beginning to question whether I forgot how to read or not :S I guess it's the Russian language. Initially when I googled Cuera 6 and failed to receive any useful info about any camera at all, I thought that my camera was so ancient it hadn't been recorded or something which doesn't make sense at all actually but confused the shit outta me nonetheless. Ahh, I feel so duhmb (doiiiiii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was really really excited when she told me she got it for me while we were shopping (I should rephrase that to 'while SHE was shopping' :/) but she left it in the car so she was gonna give it to me when she came over to my house after that. But I was so tired after shopping I went kapoot at the sofa as soon as I walked in the house. So when my aunt and uncle and cousins came over soon after, I was fast asleep at the sofa and my mum said that she tried to wake me up but I was practically in a coma (touch wood) so my cousin passed it to her and she couldn't show me how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So now I have no idea how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S3GBKyv_PPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6dvSJofBvGc/s320/Picture+282%5B1%5D" /&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look at me, I'm so sad. And I look very unattractive when I'm sad. &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:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SEEriously it's such a beautiful baby, and I don't even know how to use it! I don't even know how to load the film, which is the root of my problems, other than that I don't really have a problem actually but if you don't know how to load film into the camera than what use is that right? I mean it doesn't even have a take up spool and I googled "How to load film into the Smena 6" and this person keeps talking about a cassette and I'm like so confused 'cause aren't cassettes the things you put into radios? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my cousin about my worries and she said that she'll look at it on the 15th 'cause that's the day we'll be seeing each other again. And I think if she doesn't know how to load the film she will have to part me from my new baby :( She'll have to take it alllllll the way to Russia to fix it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the people who work in camera shops only know how to use digital cameras, booooo (N) I really hope someone can help me with the Smena 6 ;( Eee, ASTAGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/838995272655507742-173988673578384787?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/173988673578384787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-baby-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/173988673578384787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/173988673578384787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-baby-why.html' title='Why baby why?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S3GBKyv_PPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6dvSJofBvGc/s72-c/Picture+282%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5119443766778269699</id><published>2010-01-30T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:37:13.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freestylephoto.biz/images/prod/30134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.freestylephoto.biz/images/prod/30134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Meet Rose :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-5119443766778269699?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5119443766778269699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/bbf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5119443766778269699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5119443766778269699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/bbf.html' title='BBF'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8159618719714704488</id><published>2010-01-28T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:38:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sorry for not updating for such a long time. I've been better, not as emo as last time which is a really good thing. Gosh, reading back I must've been really upset, I sounded like a typical angst ridden teenager hahaha. School has been better in the sense that I don't dislike my class that much anymore. Actually, I kinda like it now. School days still feel longgg but it's better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was my mummy's birthday :)) HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MUM :DDDD We had dinner at Montes. It's not the same Montes at all, it was soooo much better last time, before they renovated it. The customer service is not as good as last time, but the food is still good although noticeably smaller. Recession, what to do? I miss the old Montes :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really excited about the Chic Pop Street Market, there's a slight chance that I may get an early birthday present there yahooo! I know I told myself that I shouldn't hope anymore, but that's just who I am. I am not me if I don't hope too much which is actually really really sad, because the chances of me getting more disappointed is a lot higher ;( But it also means that when I get something I'm a lot happier :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hohoho, I can be so recklessly positive sometimes.&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/838995272655507742-8159618719714704488?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8159618719714704488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/er.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8159618719714704488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8159618719714704488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/er.html' title='Er?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2862506387357343929</id><published>2010-01-16T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:12:44.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, I'm happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These past few days have been pretty shitty for me. Days in school are starting to feel longer and longer, and more and more tiring. It's like every day something goes wrong. I don't like my class.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; It's just that I don't feel like I belong in that class. It's like Eness and I are outcasts in our own class.Every day I count down the minutes 'till school ends and sigh with relief when the bell rings, especially on Fridays. But weekends are still not any better, I'm still not relaxed. I feel strung up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to go to the Super Junior concert but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, my parents won't let me go. I shouldn't have expected any less than that actually. Chances of me going to a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt; ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; until I'm at least 40 years old is as slim as the chances of me being able to catch a star. But even though I knew that there was no chance in hell that I would be able to go, there was still a tiny ray of hope left in me. Tiny yes, but the dissapointment that came because of the stupid, tiny ray of hope that I had in me was as big as one can ever imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, I've learned not to hope for anything. It's better to not hope for something and not get it than to really, really hope for something and yearn for it so much and end up not getting it in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel miserable most of the time, and I get annoyed even by the littlest of things. I don't understand what is going on with me, sometimes I just feel like screaming at the top of my lungs because I. Just. Can't. Take. It. Anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But it's okay, I'll put on a smile just so that you'll think I'm a-okay :)&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/838995272655507742-2862506387357343929?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2862506387357343929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-im-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2862506387357343929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2862506387357343929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-im-happy.html' title='Seriously, I&apos;m happy :)'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-893722087626860161</id><published>2010-01-07T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:23:20.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got the pictures from my first roll of film with Klein. The overlapping looks weird because there's like an obvious line but I don't really mind it that much. Mum says the pictures don't make sense. Dad hasn't seen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you wanna see them, go to my tumblr. It takes such a long time to upload pictures in Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;www.sunglassesandeveningnaps.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been having a not so good day, maybe next time I'll be more 'cheerful'.&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/838995272655507742-893722087626860161?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/893722087626860161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/893722087626860161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/893722087626860161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/noob.html' title='Noob'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7318244643338462624</id><published>2010-01-04T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T03:13:58.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An ending and a beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S0HGTSQu6tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Cwz4KtuNt-o/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S0HGTSQu6tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Cwz4KtuNt-o/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422833460952623826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a thunderstorm during New Year's eve, as you can see (you can see right?) in the picture we were all soaking wet and freezing cold but it was sorta hilariously unfortunate ha-ha. Luckily I wore a hat and brought a cardigan to cover myself up in case it started raining 'cause the thunderstorm was already predicted in the weather forecast. My sister on the other hand, not so lucky. She was wearing a dress which was above her knee so it must've been really cold for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fireworks went off, everybody said "Happy New Year's" to everybody, strangers were even hugging each other and everyone was just all smiles and really hyper. I saw a lot of drunk people that night, which was a bit funny actually. They looked so comical walking very unsteadily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's day was our tourist day. We went around Melbourne, went on the tram which was cool hahaha, yeah I know, I'm so jakun. Did not go shopping even ONCE haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S0HH5ZJC6jI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jk8eOMABl9E/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S0HH5ZJC6jI/AAAAAAAAAqI/jk8eOMABl9E/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422835215146084914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Too lazy to post all the pictures :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's day was our last day in Australia which was sad because during the time we left the weather in Melbourne was awesomeee (awesome meaning coldddd in a good way) It was like after the thunderstorm, everything cooled down in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad when we were leaving for Malaysia. I didn't wanna go back to Malaysia because I felt like I didn't spend enough time in Australia. 2 weeks is too short a time to go on a holiday overseas :( If I had it my way I would've stayed there forever but there is no way that can ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd definitely miss my friends if I were to stay in Australia. And the food here in Malaysia too, I'd miss it like hell. Although you can get Malaysian food in Australia but still, nothing is as good as the original :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day of school as a form 3, PMR candidate and the first time I went to school in the morning session, other than primary school that is. Everyone in my class last year except for me and Gen were separated but I still have her and Eness in my class now so I'm pretty pleased with the placing, although it would've been nice to get into the 2nd class and not drop to the 3rd class but I don't mind that much :) I don't wanna be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, my mum says that it doesn't matter what class or school you're in, all you have to do is study hard and you'll pass with flying colours so I guess I should look at it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really prefer morning session than evening session, I have a lot more time than before. Now I can take evening naps again, my favourite thing to do in the world and still have time to do my homeowork, study and go online :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing is PMR is in less than a year, EGAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-7318244643338462624?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7318244643338462624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/ending-and-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7318244643338462624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7318244643338462624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2010/01/ending-and-beginning.html' title='An ending and a beginning'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/S0HGTSQu6tI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Cwz4KtuNt-o/s72-c/IMG_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4788573594632494577</id><published>2009-12-30T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:38:28.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm not in Albury anymore, now I'm in Melbourne. We left around 1.45 p.m. and it took us about 4 hours to reach here. Right before we left for Melbourne, we visited Simon's (my uncle) parents Cynthia and Frank's house. I love they're house, it's so old fashioned but really, really nice with so many paintings which are usually painted by members of the family, seriously they are such an artistic family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Their backyard is humongous and beautiful and they have a huge tree right in the middle which shades practically the whole backyard which they planted about 40 years ago when they first moved in. I wish I had a backyard like that, actually I wish I had a backyard in the first place ha-ha. Cynthia and Frank have a Siamese cat too, it was the first time I ever saw a Siamese cat ever in my whole entire life and it's sooooo beautifullll, I love the colour of it's fur. And it was so friendly, it didn't snarl or anything when we petted it, it just stood there. Now I feel like getting one but I'll never get one :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On the way to Melbourne while we were on the highway and we were passing like farms or something and we saw a mini tornado. It was so scary but cool at the same time since it was the first time and it was okay because it was quite far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So after a very hot 4 hour drive we arrived in Melbourne. It is such a beautiful city, it's clean and oo the biggest mall in Australia is just a few minutes away from the motel we're staying in which is awesomeee. Tomorrow we'll be going there and we'll be going through all 525(?) shops in there, it's gonna be one hella exercise session for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just now we got lost in the city it was so funny. At one point we even accidentally went to the highway, we had to stop loads of times to look at the map again and again. I just sat at the back listening to songs from my phone and staring out in space and admiring the view outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, my New Year's resolution;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exercise more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Study a lot lot lot lot lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And some more I forgot ha-ha-ha! I should add 'stop forgetting stuff so easily' in my New Year's resolution list.&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/838995272655507742-4788573594632494577?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4788573594632494577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-end-of-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4788573594632494577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4788573594632494577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-end-of-09.html' title='Almost the end of &apos;09'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4618124992678905567</id><published>2009-12-27T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:20:10.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidetracked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So the plans to go to Canberra didn't happen. We'll be going to Melbourne on Wednesday so we have one more day in Albury. I wanted to go to Canberra and spend more time with my cousins and aunt who lives there but we don't have any transportation to go there :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The shops are all closed today because of Boxing Day so we don't have anything to do for the rest of the day. Took a nap just now but now I'm awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We're gonna go see kangaroos tomorrow. No horseback riding, boohoo. But whatever, you can't find kangaroos in Malaysia so I guess it's better than horseback riding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wish it was snowing here, I've never experienced playing with snow before. It's been a really hot day today, I want snowwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh yuckkk, Khamis just puked next to me and it's dark brown and watery and you can see the fur he puked out yuckk. Actually it's kinda funny the way he puked, like his stomach was going up and down and he was making weird choking noises but still it's disgusting, bluekk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay in the grass by the river again. That was very relaxing ♥&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-4618124992678905567?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4618124992678905567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4618124992678905567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4618124992678905567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/sidetracked.html' title='Sidetracked'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7797709018441232622</id><published>2009-12-27T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:29:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beechworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So today we went to Beechworth which is the name of the place I was talking about yesterday you know the one with the vintage stuff and antique stores? Yeah, we went there today, it was beautiful! Even the jail there was beautiful, everything was made out of sandstone unlike the buildings you see nowadays which are all like slabs of cement painted over and what not. Very old fashioned town, I like I like. Every thing there is home made, the ice cream, the candy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;the soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, everything! We didn't have time to go to as many antique shops as I would've liked but I got a vintage bracelet and a vintage bag. Didn't find any  typewriters or polaroids which is so sad :( There was a typewriter on display at this place though, played with it for awhile, loved using it! Every where you go in Beechworth  you see stuff about Ned Kelly, the Robin Hood of Australia theyy. I still don't really get the story about him so I don't wanna tell you guys anything in case I got the wrong info, or rather in case I'm just telling you guys utter crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We didn't get to go cherry picking 'cause it was raining in the morning, which is too bad, I was really looking forward to it. But oh well, we're maybe going horseback riding though so that should replace the cherry picking (psst not showing off -___-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Leaving for Canberra tomorrow and then after Canberra we're going to Melbourne. I'm gonna miss Moony the goat and Khamis the cat :( Although Khamis is such an anti-social cat it's annoying but whatever, he looks like a tiger and you can't help but love tigers right ;p&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/838995272655507742-7797709018441232622?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7797709018441232622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/beechworth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7797709018441232622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7797709018441232622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/beechworth.html' title='Beechworth'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1504183708107951356</id><published>2009-12-26T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T06:25:07.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy of Effort, or in other words, LAZY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Australia has been okay so far. All we've been doing is shop, sleep, eat, sleep some more and shop some more and eat and eat and EATTTTTTTT. Oh and play Wii all day long. I've gotten really good in bowling ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, but we did go picnicking earlier today by the river. Didn't get to swim though 'cause I left my two piece at home :( The place was B-E-A-UTIFUL albeit the fact that it's hottt and there's flies everywhere (there are a few still buzzing annoyingly around me here in the kitchen -_-) But the trees made good shades. Took loads of pictures with Booey Cheese but I'll only be able to upload it after I come back from Down Undahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping here has been awesome I tell you! Been spending like mad 'cause everything's so freaking cheap because of Christmas and Year End sales. I mean $5 for a top from Cotton On? $10 for shoes (from K Mart mind you haha)? $20 for 2 tops (for men) from Cotton On when one costs $19.95?  Dayyum, I love it here. Love the shopping here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to this town where you can find everything that's antique there (err I think?) Can't wait to go there and look for all the lovely vintage and antique stuff! Looking out for the beloved typewriters and POLAROIDS omg I'm getting excited just thinking about it! Despite the fact that everyone is like "What do you need a typewriter for huh? They're just plain shit!" I still want one of those beauties, keyboards are sooo overrated (I kid, I kid ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go hit the hay now, gotta wake up early tomorrow, the shops closes so early here it's annoyinggg!&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/838995272655507742-1504183708107951356?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1504183708107951356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/economy-of-effort-or-in-other-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1504183708107951356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1504183708107951356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/economy-of-effort-or-in-other-words.html' title='Economy of Effort, or in other words, LAZY.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2768582938025569537</id><published>2009-12-21T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:26:09.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'day mate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm in Australia now. The weather's nice, it's hot but dry and it's coldddd at night (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My flash for Klein is not working, frick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Will update later, karaokeing now :)&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/838995272655507742-2768582938025569537?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2768582938025569537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/gday-mate_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2768582938025569537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2768582938025569537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/gday-mate_21.html' title='G&apos;day mate!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3647837213874986755</id><published>2009-12-12T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:55:19.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesterrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myhorse.ca/images/chestnut-quarter-horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.myhorse.ca/images/chestnut-quarter-horse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Despite the fact that I have &lt;s&gt;effers&lt;/s&gt; haters complaining and accusing me of 'showing off' to ya'll about the fact that I'm going horse riding, I'm still gonna tell you guys about the horse riding I did yesterday. I mean what's the point of saying that I'm going horse riding if I don't tell you guys about it right? Anyway, why would I let one measly coward stop me from blogging? If I was talking about someone behind their back in my blog than I'd understand if I got a reaction like that because I don't like it when people bitch about other people in their blogs too but just because I said that I'm going horse riding I get negative feedback seriously? Whatever it is, I'm just going to brush it off, let them wallow in their own misery -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So anyway, I had to wake up at around 7 a.m 'cause the session was at 10 a.m. and it's all the way in Pahang at Bukit Tinggi. Ended up reaching there half an hour before 10 a.m. I could've gotten at least 15 minutes extra sleep but my dad is really big on being on time and I quote 'honouring appointments'. Can't say I wasn't listening right dad ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We spent the next half an hour just looking at the horses and what not. Then finally when the instructors were ready we started the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse I got was named Chester and it was a chestnut horse. We were taught the basics; how to stop the horse, make it go left and go right. At first we just went round in a circle slowly then the instructor told us to kick the horse to make it go faster and ask it to trot. I didn't want to kick the horse too hard 'cause I was scared it would like fling me over the cliff and I'd fall to my death so I just kicked really softly but the horse wasn't responding. So I kicked it a few more times and said "Trot Chester, trot." and next thing I knew it went on a gallop all of a sudden. Despite the fact that the instructor told us not to make any noise if anything happened and just pull the reins I screamed and at the same time pulled the reins and Chester stopped abruptly behind my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed after that ordeal, I didn't really know where to hide my face. Because of my stupid panic attack I was chosen to be the one guided during the jungle trail, which was a big bummer because I couldn't control the horse myself so it was like what I was used to. The instructor got on another horse and held onto a rope around Chester. So I spent most of the session just sitting on my horse and occasionally stirring it to the left when it got to close to the instructor's horse. But being guided has it's positives too because we had to go up pretty scary slopes where I couldn't imagine managing the horse by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But then when we came to a sorta mini stable (I don't know how to describe it) on top of the mountain my dad suggested to the instructor that I switch places with my sister because I didn't really get a chance to actually horse ride so we switched. My sister gladly did so because she said that her horse wanted to eat her shoe and she nearly fell of the horse once. After switching it was a lot more fun and I actually got to trot. And I also found out that my horse was a really stubborn horse because it wouldn't listen to me but after awhile it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chester is also a very competitive horse. On the way back to the stable, every time my dad's horse (which was behind me) started trotting or going faster my horse would go even faster as if it didn't want to be the last horse and when my dad's horse stopped trotting it would walk like normal. So after we got back to the stable we got off the horse and the people there immediately put the horse back to their stables so we couldn't take pictures or anything. Actually there are pictures of me on the horse which the instuctor took but you guys don't wanna see that, eeyuck o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After an hour of horse riding I started getting back pains and my hips started aching. I never knew that horse riding was so tiring. My back still hurts 'till now mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So yeah, that was it. I'd love to go horse riding again, it was fun and  I'm sooo in love with it. An actual sport that I actually like, too bad it costs a lot of money to actually make it a hobby :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.S: I AM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; SHOWING OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-3647837213874986755?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3647837213874986755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/chesterrrr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3647837213874986755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3647837213874986755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/chesterrrr.html' title='Chesterrrr'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1510902203506069782</id><published>2009-12-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:54:57.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge a book by it's cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EPIC FAIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyE_LndAICI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5IeOWLYMedY/s1600-h/DSC07659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyE_LndAICI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5IeOWLYMedY/s320/DSC07659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413677695877783586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually no not really. Those are supposed to be pancakes by the way. My sister and I were watching BOF and it was the scene where Jan Di was telling Ji Hoo the ingredients for pancakes and my sister immediately paused the DVD and was like "Okay I'm gonna make pancakes, jom?" and I was like "JOM :D" so yeah actually she made the pancakes not me. I just stood behind her and critisized her lack-of-making-pancakes skills (I mean seriously look at it). It's not like I didn't want to help, I just can't be trusted in the kitchen ha-ha. Heyy, actually I did help her, I spread the butter on the pan :D Okay big deal but still, it's the thoughts that count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We made the pancakes using maple flavoured "Pancakes In a Flash" so all we had to do was fill the bottle with water and shake shake shake and then fry it so it was easyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But as you can see, they look positively revolting don't you think? On the contrary, it was one of the best pancakes I've ever had in my whole entire life (yes WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE)! This is saying something because I'm not much of a pancake person, I'm more of a crepe or waffle person but after the pancakes I had, I'm willing to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We weren't botherd with cutting the pancakes with a fork and knife so we just ate it with our hands and dipped it in the maple syrup mmhmm yum yum. I guess I found my new guilty pleasure :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahh, counting down the minutes 'till I'm riding on a horse! Exactly 7 hours and 7 minutes (ooo 7/7 that's Kim Bum's birthday ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Horsey here I comeeee :D&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/838995272655507742-1510902203506069782?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1510902203506069782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1510902203506069782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1510902203506069782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t judge a book by it&apos;s cover'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyE_LndAICI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5IeOWLYMedY/s72-c/DSC07659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4419400798699920363</id><published>2009-12-09T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:48:43.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whattakuan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyCZeyBcs1I/AAAAAAAAApg/vGHJpJPyHnU/s1600-h/Picture+215%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyCZeyBcs1I/AAAAAAAAApg/vGHJpJPyHnU/s320/Picture+215%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413495506202309458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyCZeRI-2dI/AAAAAAAAApY/LatV-IDjR34/s1600-h/Picture+122%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyCZeRI-2dI/AAAAAAAAApY/LatV-IDjR34/s320/Picture+122%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413495497375537618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The orchestra was awesomeeeeee! Jazz, what's not to love? We got really good seats (my seat number was C1 get it, get it? C1 as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIWON&lt;/span&gt;. Ahh it's fated, what can I do? ;p)  in a box and we didn't have to strain our necks to see the orchestra or anything, we just had to look straight which made the experience all the more enjoyable. But we couldn't take pictures so the only pictures from yesterday are pictures of us camwhoring with the webcam ha-ha ;p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there were no saxophone players in the orchestra, because I love saxophones! There were only 7 performers in the orchestra, 1 violonist, 1 bass player, 2 guitarist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(one of the guitarist played violin for one song), 1 painist/keyboardist (you know the instrument where you have to play sideways and pull this thingy at the same time, I think its called a keyboard 'cause that's what the guy said o.o), 1 trombone player and 1 bass player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bass player did all the talking (because he, and I quote "can't seem to stop talking") and he even sang for one of the songs and his voice is really nice. One of the guitarist is from Malaysia and he was awesomee. The violinist was jawdroppingly awesome too. Actually all of them were really, really good! I would really love to watch an orchestra again but it would be really awesome if it was classical. My piano teacher said she would take me to another one if I wanted too, ahh can't wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elysa slept over last night but left so early -_- And we were s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;upposed to have a BOF marathon! Couldn't do it last night 'cause I was so tired after we got back from KLCC I just went kapoot and slept until 2 AM with my dress still on ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just left for a road trip with his friends to Genting. Lucky baaagger, I'm stuck at home doing well, this. Atleast I'm gonna go horse riding tomorrow with the rest of my family. I'm really looking forward to it, it's gonna be awesomee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my last week in Malaysia for the holidays. On Sunday I'm  gonna leave for Australia to visit my relatives there. Mum said that we're not gonna shop there, haih. So I won't be seeing my friends until school starts (gahh PMR D:) after next week, and I still haven't done sleepovers like I wanted to. AND the 6 Lili class of 2007 reunion, is it even happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I hate the song Party in the USA, my ears are bleeding just listening to it on TV! It's so annoyingggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fuckyeahsuperjunior.tumblr.com/photo/1280/261677010/1/tumblr_ktuw9vM0Oq1qzaeex"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 272px;" src="http://fuckyeahsuperjunior.tumblr.com/photo/1280/261677010/1/tumblr_ktuw9vM0Oq1qzaeex" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; hate Henry Lau. He's sooo cute with his chipmunk cheeks and dimples, and he's so sexy when he's speaking in English,  playing the piano and playing the violin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; when he's playing the violin, ahh drools. I'm so glad that his primary language is English so he won't have  a problem communicating with me when we meet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-4419400798699920363?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4419400798699920363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/whattakuan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4419400798699920363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4419400798699920363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/whattakuan.html' title='Whattakuan?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SyCZeyBcs1I/AAAAAAAAApg/vGHJpJPyHnU/s72-c/Picture+215%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4169073300626841220</id><published>2009-12-08T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:59:20.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually quite like leather jackets. What, I'm uncool now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I washed my hair and grrrr, it's not curly at all! It's just wavy, I miss my curly locks so much I feel like cryingg. Ahhhh, why oh whyyyy T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On the bright side, I bought the Boys Over Flowers DVD AGAIN,  haih there goes another RM99.90 but whatever, it's worth it 'cause I love that drama so muchhh ♥ I bought The Making of Boys Over Flowers too which was RM19. It's not THAT expensive so I thought whattheheck, I just got my monthly allowance anyway and since I'm getting paid by my mum to do the chores I still have money to put in my (now empty -_-) piggy bank. Gahh, I've been spending money like hell nowadays, and they're not even for books. I miss going to MPH and Borders to buy books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna go watch an orchestra with my sister and Elysa and my piano teacher and a bunch of her other students at KLCC. Really excited because I've never been to an orchestra and I've always wanted too go to one! It costs about RM10 only so I'm glad I'm gonna be able to experience watching it without burning a hole through my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel so sleepy all of a sudden, goodnight and sweet dreams :) I had a nightmare last night, brrr scary.&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/838995272655507742-4169073300626841220?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4169073300626841220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-mind-leather-jackets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4169073300626841220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4169073300626841220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-mind-leather-jackets.html' title='I actually quite like leather jackets. What, I&apos;m uncool now?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2826320543280604533</id><published>2009-12-06T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:20:24.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</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/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxvEYZf8TAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zBQ39ye7fOs/s1600-h/Picture+201%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxvEYZf8TAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zBQ39ye7fOs/s320/Picture+201%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412135300656548866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eeyucks, mind my weird looking face. Can't seem to take a decent picture -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeeeeks, I cut my hair! Can you tell? I haven't had a haircut since January or June (I know, huge difference, but I can't seem to remember) and my hair has been bugging my 'cause it's so freaking long and thick (why do I keep typing thick think?!) Now it's 2 inches shorter and thinner. I feel so much better now, it's not stuffy anymore but, I miss my old hair. It may look like there's not much diff but I think I prefer my old hair. You have to be me to notice the difference. I guess I j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ust have to wait and see if my hair will look like it usually does after I wash it, this is blow-dried hair people, that's why it's so neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Buy Nothing Bazaar today at Rasta, bought 3 tops and a purse. It was hmm, okay not the bomb or anything like that. One of the tops I bought had Sex Pistols on it and it took me a while to convince my mum to get it for me. After that I got a huge lecture from my dad (and my brother) about how people will get the wrong idea and how I'm supporting assholes 'cause the Sex Pistols are assholes. Should've gotten the one with the picture of The Beatles but my mum didn't approve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause it was a picture of them in a swimming pool, I don't get how that's worse than The Sex Pistols but alright, whatevah. Too late anyway 'cause I bought it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my film for processing on Saturday and it should be done by tomorrow. I can't pick it up tomorrow though 'cause there's nobody to send me there. I'm so excited and impatient yet at the same time really really nervous. Ahh, wish me luck for the outcome! I hope at least a few pictures will come out okay but it would be really awesome if the whole roll of film was able to be processed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm gonna get my PMR results or something, serious shit.&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/838995272655507742-2826320543280604533?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2826320543280604533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2826320543280604533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2826320543280604533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxvEYZf8TAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/zBQ39ye7fOs/s72-c/Picture+201%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3065982621277688676</id><published>2009-12-04T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:18:42.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All aloney, on my owney</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxjKlyp_tHI/AAAAAAAAAng/xGhusnCHwvQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091204_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411297702887535730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxjKlyp_tHI/AAAAAAAAAng/xGhusnCHwvQ/s320/Snapshot_20091204_27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey peeps, I'm at Jaiza's right now. Had a sleepover last night and well, now I'm just using the laptop. My sister and Jaiza are sleeping, so I took this opportunity to vain with her webcam ;p I love her webcam, it makes me look... fairly decent. Ah, I've got such a low self esteem its supposedly really annoying. Ugh, blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol, blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol! No I don't drink, it's a song you dufus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaiza's laptop is so laggy, it makes me feel like screaming but I can't 'cause both of them are sleeping like little (snoring) babies. Ha-ha they are gonna kill me for tellling ya'll this, but then again they won't 'cause they love me so much ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a dream about Taylor Lautner, Kim Bum (ah, is that my heart breaking I hear?) and Lee Min Ho. Taylor Lautner turns into Kim Bum for some reason in my dream, weirddddd. And Lee Min Ho only appears in an article I was reading right before I woke up. And that article was important! My sister just had to wake me up by making so much noise. Thinking about Kim Bum makes me oh so sad, 'cause he's into older women who are petite and already started a career. I don't fit the criterias at all! I'm 6 years younger than him, I'm quite tall for my age (and fat ehem ehem) and I don't work. The only thing that I found out he likes in girls that describes part of who I am is the fact that he doesn't like girls who wear nail polish :( I don't wear nail polish 'cause it makes my fingers feel heavy, does that make any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, I'm not crazy enough to actually think that I'm actually gonna end up with Mr. Kim Sang Bum, I just like to know that I may have a chance in the sense that I fit at least most of the things he looks for in a girl. I like having options, no matter how stupid or insignificant they are, that's just who I am. It makes me feel content. Like for example, I wish I have at least an option to have my high school education abroad but I don't. And I wish I have at least an option to go on a holiday to London or Paris but I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Atleast I have a chance with Lee Min Ho! He said that he doesn't care about age (if only Kim Bum is like that) and he's into girls who have 'a fair complexion'. Not being full of it okay, I'm quite fair so I guess I have a teeny weeny chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey a girl can dream okay, don't be hating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But my mummeh wants me to get married to Michael Buble ha-ha. We agreed already 'cause he's just perfect for me. He's good looking but not too good looking and not ugly or anything. He's not fat but not too buff, just right and his voice never fails to make me melt. And my mum says that he's a nice guy so yeah, a perfect mix of traits for the perfect guy for moi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a completely different note, I'm watching the vid Super Junior Titanic right now, it never fails to make me laugh. SiWon is as per usual, hot as ever. He should stick to his short hair, I hate him with long, ugly, Severus Snape-ish hair. Nobody looks good with that hairstyle, so nobody should even bother cutting it that way. Unless you're Adonis or something, but I doubt it would even look good on Adonis too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jaiza and my sister just woke. Finally! I guess I'm not alone anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wait, they just went downstairs, now I'm all alone all over again, ah great.&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/838995272655507742-3065982621277688676?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3065982621277688676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-aloney-on-my-owney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3065982621277688676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3065982621277688676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-aloney-on-my-owney.html' title='All aloney, on my owney'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxjKlyp_tHI/AAAAAAAAAng/xGhusnCHwvQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20091204_27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4970456681251130265</id><published>2009-12-03T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:12:20.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going down the drain,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxeNXxivyTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/aPhgL1SNqd8/s1600-h/Picture+196%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxeNXxivyTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/aPhgL1SNqd8/s320/Picture+196%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410948916884523314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours truly is turning emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've seriously been going through a series of just plain, rotten luck. It all started with the two-faced bitch I once had as a maid whom I thought was practically an angel and turned out to be a satan it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She walked away from my family claiming that she didn't need money and all she wanted and needed was her mum and she wanted to go look for her. One slight problem; her mum isn't alive anymore and she grew up in an orphanage. So since we thought she was psycho and we didn't want her to kill herself or kill us for that matter, we let her leave and she insisted on not getting her pay so we didn't give her any money. We thought she left the house with the clothes on her back only. Little did we know that the supposed nicest maid ever would be so mischievous. The next day I found my piggy bank practically empty- only coins and a few RM1 notes were left and I found that my purse was missing. I had been saving money since early this year and had nearly RM350 in the piggy bank and I was only RM50 to my target of RM400 but noo, I saved all that money just for it to be stolen. All my hard work for nothingggg. We still don't know how she did it, but it's obvious she stole it because my IC and all my other cards in my purse were taken out. Glad she was considerate enough to do that huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But that wasn't the end of my run in with bad luck. Just a few days ago I wanted to watch Boys Over Flowers again. When I opened the DVD case, I found it empty! All the DVD's were gone! It was totally unexplainable because the DVD was in my room all along on my bookshelf and nobody touched it. I haven't even watched the first 2 DVD's in the case. Why would all the DVD's in the case be gone?! And I spent RM99 of my own money to buy it. Yet another thing gone mysteriously in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And just today my sister found the baju kurung I wore for Eid Adha (the one in the picture) which I sent to a tailor to make in a horrible state. We hung it on the railings(?) of the window underneath the airconditioner and turns out the airconditioner was leaking and now there are huge stains on my baju kurung from the skirt of the baju kurung. And there is no chance in hell that the stains will come out. And I only wore it once in my whole entire life and it was one of my best baju kurungs. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't find my blazer jacket I bought at IAMJETFUELshop and a bunch of other articles of clothing that I haven't seen for quite a while and haven't worn for quite a while and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to wear.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Why is all of this happening to me? Why isn't things like this happening to anybody else in my family? What did I do to anybody or anything that's making me go through this series of bad luck? I don't think I'm THAT bad of a person-- or am I? Is this karma acting on me?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I just can't take it anymore. Plus it's already December and I gotta start studying already and school starts in 2 months. And PMR is in less than a year! Gosh, I feel so stressed out now, I feel like bursting into big, huge pathetic sobs. I want to watch Titanic so that I have an excuse to cry, but I don't have the DVD. Greatttt. Au revoir people, I'm gonna go and listen to slow, sad songs to match my mood. Mellow, mellow, mellow me.&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/838995272655507742-4970456681251130265?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4970456681251130265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-down-drain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4970456681251130265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4970456681251130265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-down-drain.html' title='Going down the drain,'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxeNXxivyTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/aPhgL1SNqd8/s72-c/Picture+196%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8214052457281478651</id><published>2009-11-29T04:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:08:37.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google wins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was really bored just so I decided to go on Google and type out random stuff and see what google comes up with. Ha-ha, what I figured out made me laugh like hell. Google is truly a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on 'em to view 'em larger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxJy_norTBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p1MD6HcNDfw/s1600/google+is+crazy+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxJy_norTBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p1MD6HcNDfw/s320/google+is+crazy+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409512539722304530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKGFQ86VCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RkuBdm62yXI/s1600/google+is+crazy+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKGFQ86VCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/RkuBdm62yXI/s320/google+is+crazy+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409533527433303074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKGq3AziWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sZUvsv-YEl8/s1600/google+is+crazy+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKGq3AziWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sZUvsv-YEl8/s320/google+is+crazy+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409534173305342306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKKMnOYFCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fXZYhg2LR2I/s1600/google+is+crazy+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKKMnOYFCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/fXZYhg2LR2I/s320/google+is+crazy+4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409538051717731362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKMxkHRelI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9ScbJvNulGg/s1600/google+is+crazy+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKMxkHRelI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9ScbJvNulGg/s320/google+is+crazy+5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409540885561047634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKOAyxWqDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ysI0mctWA4E/s1600/google+is+crazy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxKOAyxWqDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ysI0mctWA4E/s320/google+is+crazy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409542246705309746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I do to pass my time. I know, I'm so lifeless.&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-8214052457281478651?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8214052457281478651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-wins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8214052457281478651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8214052457281478651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/google-wins.html' title='Google wins.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SxJy_norTBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p1MD6HcNDfw/s72-c/google+is+crazy+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-50038581668933145</id><published>2009-11-26T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:17:30.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIshes from the Hasnul family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sw9gXyicrNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hKbm3JPFnss/s1600/Picture+152%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sw9gXyicrNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hKbm3JPFnss/s320/Picture+152%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408647639314771154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Credits to Abang for writing the wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-50038581668933145?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/50038581668933145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishes-from-hasnul-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/50038581668933145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/50038581668933145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/wishes-from-hasnul-family.html' title='WIshes from the Hasnul family'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sw9gXyicrNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hKbm3JPFnss/s72-c/Picture+152%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8252080344471951716</id><published>2009-11-21T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:31:27.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Monkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been awhile huh? Well, last day of school was like a week ago? Or was it 2 weeks ago? I don't know, I've lost track of time already. A few of my friends and I performed Thriller on the last day of school, it was funnnnn. I miss the other Thriller dancers already haha :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; It's safe to say that this is the first time I actually miss school a lot during the school holidays. Usually I don't really mind but now I'm seriously missing all of my friends so much I feel like crying (okay no, not really) I just watched the vids of Elyanie, Nabila and Tasha singing and awwww, it makes me feel even sadder. I really really miss laughing with them in class. Especially Nabila-- if we don't go crazy at least once a day in class that would mean something really weird was going on like one of us weren't actually our real selves but were actually an alien disguising as us  and we were actually somewhere out there in some space ship (am I making sense?). That or Nabila's too busy day dreaming about Siwon (example: "Is it just me or is Siwon falling from the sky like an angel?" HAHAHA) to bother to listen to me babbling stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The only thing I've been doing during the hols is rewatch Boys Over Flowers. I bought the DVD last friday and I've been watching it with my mummeh and my sister. And I got both of them hooked! Mum likes Lee Min Ho, the same guy my sister likes. Haihhh, I can never get tired of Boys Over Flowers. Next is Hana Yori Dango season 2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4Hb2tzF3Co&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4Hb2tzF3Co&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; My dear Kim Bum ♥ Isn't he adorable and oh-so good looking? Agaga, I'm drooling all over the floor hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0_hsI5g-Dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0_hsI5g-Dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Lee Min Ho looks really hot/sexy in this commercial. I only like him in commercials, I don't like him in Boys Over Flowers. He's still yours Elyanie, don't worry about me, worry about my sister ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I need to have fun before December comes. When December comes it's misery for me until PMR :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Gahhh, I miss my friendssssssssssss!&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-8252080344471951716?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8252080344471951716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8252080344471951716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8252080344471951716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-monkey.html' title='Hey Monkey!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5693310658117932524</id><published>2009-11-06T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:21:01.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwwwwws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/miv-ZEmwtVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/miv-ZEmwtVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How cute is she?! I am soo gonna start taking french lessons, she sounds cool even though she's only talking about tigger and pooh and a popotamus and... oh you guys just watch it to found out okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So gonna teach my baby when I'm older how to speak in French so that I can listen to this cute thing everyday (I don't care if I may regret this decision later on when I get tired of it because I may never get tired of something as cute as french-speaking babies telling stories imaginatively and so adorably!) Easier solution? Get a French husband! Très brillant! France here I come!&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/838995272655507742-5693310658117932524?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5693310658117932524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/awwwwwwws.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5693310658117932524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5693310658117932524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/awwwwwwws.html' title='Awwwwwwws'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-9184136940458674892</id><published>2009-11-06T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:08:43.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong Hae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/944238/tumblr_kor9gmnRM31qzbnvgo1_500_large.jpg?1257522994"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/944238/tumblr_kor9gmnRM31qzbnvgo1_500_large.jpg?1257522994" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh, so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey ya'll, it's been a longgg time huh? I've been really busy studying (this time for real okay) for the Final Term Exam which already ended, thank god! It was ummm, so and so. Sejarah practically killed me (Choi Choi Si Won ;p) , it was THAT hard, for me at least. But the ending of Final Term Exam is kind of bittersweet actually; now us form 2 students have to accept the fact that we're so close to being form 3 students(3 more months!) and so close to sitting for the dreaded PMR exam. Heck in about a month I have to start studying my butt off every night 'till all I can think about are algebraic expression formulas and what year was this declaration signed and all those other stuff I don't quite get why I should learn. Ohhh the wonders of being a PMR victim (sense the sarcasm, if it wasn't clear enough) Even thinking about it gives me the hibidabajeebees man, actually Final Term gave me the hibidabajeebees too come to think of it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever; I should just have as much fun as I can for the short amount of time I have left of freedom from studies.  Heeheehee, I'm so happy about the fact that I can watch Boys Over Flowers again (and drool over the real life Prince Charming that is Kim Bum) now, although now I have to wait for the vids to load on youtube (which I hate to do) since I can't watch it on my iPod 'cause I didn't synchronize it into my iPod AND MY COMPUTER WON'T START AND HAS BEEN LIKE THAT FOR CLOSE TO A MONTH NOW. But whatever, I shall remain positive and as calm as the most calming thing on earth about that STUPID BLOODY SAD EXCUSE FOR A COMPUTER, no matter what happens, calm as a calming thing. Hoot hoot.&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/838995272655507742-9184136940458674892?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/9184136940458674892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/ding-dong-hae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/9184136940458674892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/9184136940458674892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/11/ding-dong-hae.html' title='Ding Dong Hae!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3682087777419378123</id><published>2009-10-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:41:34.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I woke up feeling so excited today and it ended up to be a really bad day for me. Today was supposed to be the day that I buy Sims 3 and the day I go shopping at IAMJETFUELshop after wanting to go there for a zillion years already. So of course I was really excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Things went downhill after lunch. I had lunch at The Apartment with my mum and my sister and my mum's friend. After that my mum's friend left and we went looking for Sims 3. Instead we bought a new webcam and my mum bought some stuff for her laptop. When I asked my mum to ask the workers where to get Sims 3 in case they knew she said that no, we have to ask a software shop they wouldn't know so we left the store and went looking for any software shops but we couldn't find any. When I wanted to ask a worker from a computer shop my sister and my mum said they wouldn't know, they wouldn't know so I was like thinking 'okay fine whatever but it doesn't hurt to ask right, there may be a chance that they know since the people in computer shops should know a lot about computers and that sorta stuff they could tell us where we could find it and it would make me feel a whole lot better but fine whatever, majority rules.' I left The Curve without the Sims 3. I was so freaking pissed off, seriously because we couldn't find any software shops. Totally ruined my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But then I thought, "Well, at least I'll be going to IAMJETFUELshop. At least one of the to-dos would be done." IAMJETFUELshop is located in Subang Jaya which is kinda far away but my mum still agreed to go there even though it was probably a burden for her :) On the way there there was a slight traffic jam since it was Friday evening but it wasn't that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we reached SS15 where the shop was located it took us ages to actually find the road it was located on. Finally after what felt like 100 rounds around the place we found the road. And I was so excited, finally I'm at IAMJETFUELshop. When we stepped out of the car and headed to the shop lots at the street the shop was supposedly located on I saw the sign of the name of the shop and I was like "There it is!" but then my smile immediately turned upside down because I saw that the door of the stairs to the shop was closed and locked. We went to the door just to make sure that it was the shop and sure enough, it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just my luck right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I even checked the shop's blog before I left to see if it was open today since tomorrow is Deepavali but they didn't say anything about closing the shop at all (I checked again when I got back home and they still haven't said anything about closing the shop today) They said that the shop closes at 7 pm but it was only 6 pm when I reached there. I guess I should've called to make sure it was actually open since the shop was so far away, my bloody mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I immediately went moody after that. I mean who wouldn't? I was so excited about today, and I didn't even get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; of the two things that I wanted. In fact I'm still moody and pissed and disappointed. If I had one then I wouldn't be moody at all but nooo, story of my life huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmmm, went to my aunt's house after that because she lived nearby and had my dinner there. She's planning to come over to our house on the 7th of November to teach me and my sister how to make her delicious cheese cake. I think I may actually be able to do this since it doesn't involve an oven-- all we have to do is put the cake in the fridge after making it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope tomorrow won't  be as suckish as today. &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/838995272655507742-3682087777419378123?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3682087777419378123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3682087777419378123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3682087777419378123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3740266270432764487</id><published>2009-10-09T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:24:02.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223113910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 360px;" src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20081223113910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So finally, I've reached my 100th post! Wow, 100 posts already, time flies so fast *wipes tear off of cheek*. Okay whatever, in this 100th post, I have something to tell you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weeklydrop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lomography-diana-mini-camera-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 218px;" src="http://weeklydrop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lomography-diana-mini-camera-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I just got myself a Diana Mini using my duit raya in the evening :D It's pretty cheap compared to my Diana F+ Chromiac which was RM400+ and my Fujifilm Instax Camera which was around RM200++.  It's around RM235 (cheaper than the one I found online) so I didn't hesitate to get it at all. I named it Klein because tiny in German is Klein ha-ha. Just loaded my first roll of film, I hope that this time everything goes well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't think I told you  guys yet but uhh, I processed my 3 rolls of film from Krum but uhhh... it didn't turn out quite well. I didn't get any pictures at all-- zero, zilch. So yeah I guess I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; a noob. The photoshop guy said that the reason the films were empty was because the films weren't loaded properly but the weird thing is the first 2 rolls of film were loaded by the guy from Wondermilk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We told the guy from Wondermilk just now when I bought Klein about the fact that all 3 rolls of film were empty because the film wasn't loaded properly and he asked us where we processed our film and we told him at Uptown and he said that the best place to process black and white 120 film is at Taman Tun because they were professionals and the ones in Uptown aren't and they probably messed it up. So I guess next time I have to go all the way to Taman Tun to process 120 films (okay, like Taman Tun is sooo far away right Shahira?) But most probably I'm gonna use the remainder of my duit raya to buy an Instant Back for my Krum so I don't have to worry about buying 120 film, too much of a hassle for moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yeah, the truth is finally out ha-ha. I was so ashamed of the fact that I didn't get any pictures from my first attempt at lomography but hey, I got over it. When at first you don't succeed just try and try again right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw the Lomo Lubitel and ohh, it was absolutely beautiful, but I shouldn't even consider getting it because it's so bloody expensive. I mean seriously RM1365? That's a whole lotta money. I'm happy I got the Diana Mini though, it is the cutest thing in the whole wide world! I mean, I can seriously imagine it with a pacifier and a bib on a baby stool and imaginary stick man hands throwing baby food all over the kitchen with a little baby spoon (ha-ha, I know I'm crapping. Leave me alone!) Plus, it doesn't feel as flimsy as the Diana F+ actually, so I'm not really afraid of breaking it when I use it ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First picture shot with Klein was a picture of my favourite puppy plushie named Oddball. Let's hope all the pictures turn out well, fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it may seem like I'm bragging or anything like that because that's not my intention at all. Like the *cough cough* wise *cough cough* Nabila said I'm not bragging, I'm just sharing my happiness with all of ya'll :)&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/838995272655507742-3740266270432764487?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3740266270432764487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-my-name-is-klein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3740266270432764487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3740266270432764487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-my-name-is-klein.html' title='#100'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2092959742838591115</id><published>2009-10-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:00:47.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SszPxkFwQ7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/23VMqjlM-1U/s1600-h/mLSRsDBUGq7v95zmDpmbskwKo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SszPxkFwQ7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/23VMqjlM-1U/s320/mLSRsDBUGq7v95zmDpmbskwKo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389911304463991730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey everyone, how are you? Are you doing fine? Everything alright? Well, sorry I haven't updated in quite a long time. Honestly, I don't really know what to say anymore. Nothing exciting has been happening. In fact, I think I can say that 2009 has been pretty suckish in a boring kind of way. Even Dani a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nd Gen agrees with me and most people say that their form 2 life in SMDU was the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't see what's so exciting though. We barely interact with the juniors (except for a few juniors of course), so it's not fun at all . It's like the form 2s mind their own business and the form 1s mind their own business. On the bright side, there are no 'Oh, respect me because I'm your senior' fights so far this year, at least with my friends and I and that's a good thing because I hate drama-- especially pointless drama because it's just a waste of time and energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I guess what I'm trying to say is I kinda, sorta miss my last year's form 2 batch. They were really sporting unlike this year's form 2 batch (my b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;atch) It was so sad when teacher had to force students to audition during Teacher's Day because nobody at all volunteered or auditioned to perform for Teacher's Day. Kinda proves that my batch doesn't really care about our school at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not gonna be the next school mascot or something like that. I mean I'm not exactly the poster child for School Spirit, I don't like the school that much either but as I've mentioned before, I don't exactly hate this school either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anywhoo, it's PMR week now. I really hope all of my seniors won't be disappointed by their grades at the end of the year when they find out. I mean all of us in SMDU (or at least most of my friends and I) know that the batches before us are all a lot smarter than us, we've been reminded plenty of times already :) So yeah, triple time&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s good luck to all PMR candidates (I know I've said this like a billion times, doesn't hurt to does it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In a completely unrelated topic, I finally started writing again. I'm so happy, man it feels goooood! I re-did my story so now I'm back to chapter 1 again, for like the millionth time already. Sorry to disappoint Elysa ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh yeah, and turns out my uncle doesn't know (or should I say and I quote he has 'a deer with no eyes') where my grandpa's old typewriter is which means nobody knows where it is which means I won't get it. Pretty bummed that I have to spend my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; own money to buy the typewriter but hmm, I eventually got over it. I mean paying for it and having it is way better than not paying for it and not having it right? I mean what if the typewriter wasn't the one that I wanted and I thought it didn't look nice?  Actually I doubt I wouldn't like it though because I really love old-looking stuff (this goes for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; only not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;or should I say the human male species)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, that's enough babbling for one post right? I'm gonna go and sleep now, a teenage girl needs her beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Till the next post a.k.a my 100th post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-2092959742838591115?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2092959742838591115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-special-100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2092959742838591115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2092959742838591115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-so-special-100th-post.html' title='1 more to go!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SszPxkFwQ7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/23VMqjlM-1U/s72-c/mLSRsDBUGq7v95zmDpmbskwKo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1001158401066393367</id><published>2009-09-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:27:59.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twiddle dum and twiddle dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hmm, I should be studying now but I'm not in the mood. Tried to draw a picture of Jeremy Young yesterday but it turned out looking like Frankenstein. Worst drawing ever in the whole entire world but decided not to erase it 'cause you know, where would I be now  if I didn't make any mistakes to learn from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haih, what am I crapping about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyway, went to Lyn's house today for a gathering. Ate like there's no tomorrow, ha-ha. At Lyn's house we watched Gossip Girl Season 2 on DVD (not the whole season of course) and hmm, now I feel like buying the pirated DVDs for all the Gossip Girl seasons because I'm way too impatient to watch it at surfthechannel because it's so slow at my computer. But then that would go against my anti-pirated DVDs oath (okay I did not make an oath) so I don't want to be a hypocrite and buy pirated DVDs. How do I stay true to myself and get cheap DVDs at the same time?&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/838995272655507742-1001158401066393367?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1001158401066393367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/twiddle-dum-and-twiddle-dee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1001158401066393367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1001158401066393367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/twiddle-dum-and-twiddle-dee.html' title='Twiddle dum and twiddle dee'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7663106196568991532</id><published>2009-09-23T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:43:23.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fileserver.tinker.com/tinker/events/7/7793_main_image_1249416681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 635px;" src="http://fileserver.tinker.com/tinker/events/7/7793_main_image_1249416681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Watched 'The Ugly Truth' with my sister, Sarah, Jaiza and Aiman today. I don't know why the reviews for this movie were bad. I loved this movie! It's funny and yeah, I admit it was pretty predictable, but it was still a good watch. The fact that it was predictable didn't bother me so much, I still liked it. And it's soooo sweet. Also Gerard Butler was in it so, how bad can it be right? Ha-ha, that sounded really shallow for some reason.&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/838995272655507742-7663106196568991532?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7663106196568991532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7663106196568991532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7663106196568991532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-978073131616670778</id><published>2009-09-22T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:30:12.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The polaroids are here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm_KNIelbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/g-CBNLXkPiE/s1600-h/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm_KNIelbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/g-CBNLXkPiE/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384545011542955442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm_JpZC9xI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zj7rSRGiOAE/s1600-h/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm_JpZC9xI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zj7rSRGiOAE/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384545001948772114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-2LaD5NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J_TH9sdPW50/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-2LaD5NI/AAAAAAAAAlw/J_TH9sdPW50/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544667482449106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-1bL52LI/AAAAAAAAAlo/P4u5lUpMj6o/s1600-h/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-1bL52LI/AAAAAAAAAlo/P4u5lUpMj6o/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544654538168498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-1M0wxMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/fedFLtYDq_8/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-1M0wxMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/fedFLtYDq_8/s320/IMG_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544650683008194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-0-9R3MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pGmjygkGWHA/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-0-9R3MI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pGmjygkGWHA/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544646960635074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-0ayjqII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SLSduM_6knU/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm-0ayjqII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SLSduM_6knU/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384544637251987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim and my brader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9Llr5p6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/WLyihoERMhw/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9Llr5p6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/WLyihoERMhw/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384542836290594722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9LEn_LDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/SKlCSmu1a4o/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9LEn_LDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/SKlCSmu1a4o/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384542827415809074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9K2lC0zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/s6cq7h7NyXw/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9K2lC0zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/s6cq7h7NyXw/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384542823645369138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9KUBAQII/AAAAAAAAAkw/_ToHB1DvT9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9KUBAQII/AAAAAAAAAkw/_ToHB1DvT9Q/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384542814367400066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9J4yjP3I/AAAAAAAAAko/C9iIxa-6uNc/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm9J4yjP3I/AAAAAAAAAko/C9iIxa-6uNc/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384542807059021682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8bW5A5TI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lV5kYeWmR_0/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8bW5A5TI/AAAAAAAAAkg/lV5kYeWmR_0/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384542007685342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8a2ZRQ1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/uaNL9DkJ-Ok/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8a2ZRQ1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/uaNL9DkJ-Ok/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384541998962262866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8an8wDPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jMSyiQcl5L8/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8an8wDPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jMSyiQcl5L8/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384541995084549362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to  be fireworks but went it came out the picture was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8aEQ_e4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/yib5sieoErI/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8aEQ_e4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/yib5sieoErI/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384541985505770370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8ZjJXUrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pmmImd5Xduo/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm8ZjJXUrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pmmImd5Xduo/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384541976615408306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when my sister took this, I was like "JAPPP!" That explains my weird expression ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Click to view 'em larger.&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/838995272655507742-978073131616670778?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/978073131616670778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/polaroids-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/978073131616670778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/978073131616670778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/polaroids-are-here.html' title='The polaroids are here!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Srm_KNIelbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/g-CBNLXkPiE/s72-c/IMG_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3208185946149060280</id><published>2009-09-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:07:58.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day of Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I made a tumblr. The URL is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunglassesandeveningnaps.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;, feel free to visit it. I made it for fun, probably gonna use it to post short posts only. I'm not gonna abandon this blog, don't worry bloggy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 2nd day of Raya was OK.  I Went to Ipoh Parade with some of my cousins but that mall was so, bluek. The lift buttons there didn't even show Up and Down-- both buttons were the symbol for closing the lift doors. How weird is that? We ate at Sushi King but there wasn't many choices there. All the sushis on the conveyor belt were the same throughout our meal there, not much variety at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ipoh Parade we went to 100 Yen and had Snow Ice. Yummmm, I love Snow Ice, its so yummy and soft. After that we went back to the hotel and around 8 p.m. we left for dinner at a relative's house. Took loads of pictures-- again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my second day of Eid Mubarak. Going back to KL tomorrow. Surprisingly, I'm not that excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-3208185946149060280?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3208185946149060280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumblelog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3208185946149060280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3208185946149060280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumblelog.html' title='2nd Day of Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6803269071688897378</id><published>2009-09-20T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:15:50.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20.09.2009 a.k.a The First Day of Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This year my family decided to go back to Ipoh, my mum's hometown after a whole 7 years of not going back. I'm so  glad that we decided to come back- Eid Mubarak back in Ipoh is so much more fun than Eid Mubarak in Kuala Lumpur. Everybody is here and everybody is so excited about Eid Mubarak. In Kuala Lumpur all we do is visit people's house and eat- here, we spend most of the time together since we stay at my late grandparent's old house (although I'm staying at a hotel currently) while in KL sometimes we're not even sure if the whole family will be there, some people may not turn up because of one thing or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We left for Ipoh 2 days before Eid Mubarak, which is on Friday. We left at about 6.00 p.m. and arrived around 11 p.m. The house looked completely different compared to the last time I went there. It looked a lot smaller, like 10 times smaller? Of course that's not because the house shrunk or anything, I just grew. The last time I went to the house was when I was around 8 years old and everything seemed huge then. When I saw the toilet I was completely shocked because I remember it looking as big as a hall and the steps which leads down to the place you bathe and do your business used to be humongous- I remember it was such tedious work to even go up and down the steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I met my little niece and nephew Afiq who is 3 years old and Alisha who is 2 years old (and unbelievably tinyyyy)(not so sure if the spelling of both their names are correct) for the first time and they looked at us like "who are these strangers at our house o.O" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We settled in and slept there (although not soundly, Afiq kept crying, poor boy) and around 2 a.m. Acu and family arrived. They left around 10.30 p.m. so it took them 4 hours to get there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woke up the next day for sahur (although I didn't need to have sahur) and then slept again and woke up around 9.30-ish. Took turns to bathe, and boy was the water coldddd but refreshing. Didn't really do anything after that, just hung around the house. The men in the house spent the evening making lemang. The house was filled with smoke and everyone's eyes stung, it was very annoying. The smell of smoke stuck onto my clothes and especially my hair-- in fact it still smells a bit like smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad decided to stay at a hotel after the first night because it took us such a long time to bathe in the morning. He said one family would've taken more than hour to bathe and that would mean all of us would have to wake up really, really early in the morning. So ever since then I've been staying at the hotel with the whole family except for my mum who insisted on staying at the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woke up today around 6 a.m. and bathed and went straight to the house. Everyone was getting ready too. Had a delicious breakfast of homemade lemang with rendang and ketupat and the likes. The men left for Eid Mubarak prayers around 8 a.m. and I took a short nap while they were praying because I was so sleepy. When I woke up the whole house was filled with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had the duit raya giving ceremony (errr?) and then left to visit my grandfather's grave. After visiting my grandfather's grave visited a few people who lived nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that my mum decided to give us a tour of her old house in Tanjung Rambutan. Yes, Tanjung Rambutan. The actual mental hospital. No my mum wasn't a patient there, my grandfather used to work there and she lived at the mental hospital's headquarters. Sadly my mum's house was demolished but she still showed us the places where she used to play and such. The area is very beautiful and green and it didn't look like your usual mental hospital because I barely even saw anybody there. If you didn't know it was  a mental hospital you would've thought that it was some beautiful park or something which had the occasional buildings here and there. The landscape was very beautiful and it had a lot of green meadows. But I was still scared because the night before Imran introduced me to the game Manhunt on his PSP and it scared me like hell. That game is really, really creepy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we passed one of the buildings I saw a man sitting down on the ground and shaking his head non-stop which made me really sad for all the patients there. Imagine going crazy and having to go to a mental hospital. It must be total torture. While we were driving around the hospital's campus, we passed a patient and I he smiled at us in a friendly way not scary psycho way. That made me really sad too because he seemed perfectly normal to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Later that night we went to Yang's house for  a barbecue and I had so much fun there. Everyone was taking pictures non-stop and we had such a great time laughing. We played with firecrackers and fireworks which was fun too although quite scary I don't know why. I think I'm scared of fireworks because I'm such a jumpy person. I hate the bang sound fireworks make, it always makes me jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Left Yang's house around 12 a.m. and here I am now online-ing. I'm gonna upload the pictures some other time because it's not with me and I can't scan any pictures now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm really sad that there's only 1 week of holidays and next week is exam.&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/838995272655507742-6803269071688897378?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6803269071688897378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/20092009-aka-first-day-of-eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6803269071688897378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6803269071688897378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/20092009-aka-first-day-of-eid-mubarak.html' title='20.09.2009 a.k.a The First Day of Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2850824529091359600</id><published>2009-09-16T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:19:06.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's like a huge whole has been punched through my chest"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUjiOHA7GAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUjiOHA7GAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, I admit. Taylor Lautner is really good looking. At least he is in the trailer. As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; for Robert, my god what the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hell is on his stomach! Eeyuckkkk, he is so hairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think this is the first time I criticized Robert and not Taylor.&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/838995272655507742-2850824529091359600?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2850824529091359600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-like-huge-whole-has-been-punched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2850824529091359600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2850824529091359600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-like-huge-whole-has-been-punched.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s like a huge whole has been punched through my chest&quot;'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7434484668545347228</id><published>2009-09-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:20:43.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For I have branded thy name onto mine wrist, so shall thee forever be mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, Tasha brought henna to school 2 days ago spontaneously. Nobody asked her to bring it but she figured that it would be fun. And she was right, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; have fun. Elyanie did the most 'tattoos'-- she has one on the back of her neck shaped like a pair of angel's wings (like Nicole Richie's) and in between the angel's wings writes ED with a crown on top of it, 'chuck bass' written on her wrist, 'Lee Min Ho' written on her palm and another 'Lee Min Ho' on her collar bone but that turned out looking like someone scribbled something on her collar bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was so funny how everyone kept asking her "I want one! I want one! Can you do it for me!", so she had to do everyone's henna tattoos (gen helped to do some) . Dhaniah joked that at the rate she was going, she could charge people and maybe even open up a henna tattoo shop at school ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I only had time to do a simple one on my left wrist. It says... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(drum rolls please,) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SrDtQLlX6sI/AAAAAAAAAj4/u2xhXkzF2c8/s1600-h/Photo0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SrDtQLlX6sI/AAAAAAAAAj4/u2xhXkzF2c8/s320/Photo0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382062416950979266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'cole mohr' in cursive writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only a handful of people could understand what was written on my wrist. Most of them said "Tak mahu". I don't get it, it looks like Cole Mohr to me! It's already fading though, I'm gonna use black henna next time and leave it longer so it'll look like a real tattoo ooo-err. I wanted to do another one but I couldn't figure out what to write and where the henna tattoo should be. I joked that I wanted one on my neck that said "Bite me" but I'd be crazy to actually do that ha-ha. The others thought that I was serious and said that that would be pretty cool. I told them that they were crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmmm, you know, I'm the type who usually thinks body art and piercings are complete no-nos but hey look at me now, branding strangers' (hot strangers') names on my wrist with henna. But come to think of it, it's completely different-- tattoos are permanent, henna is not. Tattoos are painful, henna is not. So I guess I'm not being hypocritical after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S: I know, my hands are very veiny :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"This is our decision to live fast and die young&lt;br /&gt;We've got the vision, now let's have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's overwhelming but what else can we do&lt;br /&gt;Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;pre   style="padding: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 16px;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&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/838995272655507742-7434484668545347228?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7434484668545347228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-i-have-branded-thy-name-onto-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7434484668545347228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7434484668545347228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-i-have-branded-thy-name-onto-mine.html' title='For I have branded thy name onto mine wrist, so shall thee forever be mine.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SrDtQLlX6sI/AAAAAAAAAj4/u2xhXkzF2c8/s72-c/Photo0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8702672061307041443</id><published>2009-09-15T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:49:52.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I was like, screw that thing,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fuckyeahmalemodels.tumblr.com/photo/1280/102295380/1/jFQel0i5fmyls2h17YxpyaPB"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 340px;" src="http://fuckyeahmalemodels.tumblr.com/photo/1280/102295380/1/jFQel0i5fmyls2h17YxpyaPB" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Raise your hand if you think Cesar Casier is so diabolically good looking! (I am raising my hand by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S: I was so fed up with the computer in my room I switched to the one outside my room. Now I can finally upload pictures and customize the font to my own free will!&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/838995272655507742-8702672061307041443?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8702672061307041443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-was-like-screw-that-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8702672061307041443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8702672061307041443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-was-like-screw-that-thing.html' title='And I was like, screw that thing,'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3780402013032539081</id><published>2009-09-15T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:51:17.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DYTUHGJGSJASKA #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now I can't upload pictures from my computer to blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Patience is a virtue, young grasshopper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There goes the Professor Trelawney in my head. &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/838995272655507742-3780402013032539081?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3780402013032539081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/dytuhgjgsjaska-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3780402013032539081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3780402013032539081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/dytuhgjgsjaska-2.html' title='DYTUHGJGSJASKA #2'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8310150145845389655</id><published>2009-09-15T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:51:03.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DYTUHGJGSJASKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Safari is sooooo bloody annoying. I can't bloody save pictures and I can't bloody resize my fonts in blogger and adjust the bloody size of the pictures in blogger. And all my songs which I imported from CD's are bloody gone wth and my bloody mouse is like shit it has a bloody mind of it's own and every bloody time I want to put a bloody CD into the bloody CD player I have to bloody punch the bloody thing like I'm killing it before it actually bloody opens seriously I am so bloody annoyed, I feel like smashing this stupid bloody computer into a million bloody pieces serves it bloody right !@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; MAD IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grrrrr, panaaaaas.&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/838995272655507742-8310150145845389655?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8310150145845389655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/dytuhgjgsjaska.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8310150145845389655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8310150145845389655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/dytuhgjgsjaska.html' title='DYTUHGJGSJASKA'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3992423733352248727</id><published>2009-09-14T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:51:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Prepare to pee in your pants"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-eXHe78DkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M-eXHe78DkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gahhh, Cole Mohr is so dreamy and cute and hotttt! Elyanie, your beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jeremy Young is in this video, too bad he doesn't say anything because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;would've loved to hear his british accent ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S: The title has nothing to do with the post, in fact I don't know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I even put that as my title but whattheheck&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/838995272655507742-3992423733352248727?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3992423733352248727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/prepare-to-pee-in-your-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3992423733352248727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3992423733352248727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/prepare-to-pee-in-your-pants.html' title='&quot;Prepare to pee in your pants&quot;'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1742425706575255475</id><published>2009-09-14T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:51:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My mum told me to do my best,"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOopRR4Knk/SbizkiAlNrI/AAAAAAAAFsw/e5CmZlyNGs8/s400/talentime+final_424x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOopRR4Knk/SbizkiAlNrI/AAAAAAAAFsw/e5CmZlyNGs8/s400/talentime+final_424x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I FINALLY watched Talentime, and I absolutely, absolutely loved it. At the ending I started crying my heart out while laughing at the same time, ('cause I hate it when people see me crying when I'm watching a movie) it was just so sad, I couldn't contain myself-- the song Hafiz sang made it a billion times sadder. Unfortunately, I don't really understand the ending, when Melor and Mahesh walk down the stairs and yeah that's pretty much it. I wish I understood hand language so I would've understood what Mahesh was telling Melor before they walked further down the stairs. I started crying when Hafiz started his performance with a simple "My mum told me to do my best" it just broke my heart. I don't really understand how his mother passed away though, about the strawberry and all. There are so many things that I don't understand in the movie, I guess I'm too naive or something. I guess I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;that naive (get it, get it? HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh and Mahesh is soooo bluhdeh good looking and not to mention fit! Too bad he's Iman's :( &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/838995272655507742-1742425706575255475?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1742425706575255475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mum-told-me-to-do-my-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1742425706575255475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1742425706575255475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mum-told-me-to-do-my-best.html' title='&quot;My mum told me to do my best,&quot;'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJOopRR4Knk/SbizkiAlNrI/AAAAAAAAFsw/e5CmZlyNGs8/s72-c/talentime+final_424x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4224670231253901387</id><published>2009-09-13T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:53:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroooooom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpw6nsdKzr1qzrvo0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 456px;" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpw6nsdKzr1qzrvo0o1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't you think that Vespas are one of the cutest forms of transportation ever made? If I weren't scared of falling off of it when I ride it I would get a Vespa when I'm old enough. Must be nice to cruise around town on a Vespa on a nice, cool and breezy day and feeling the wind on your face huh? Pretty envious towards all Vespa owners out there. I want one in (again) pink or baby blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S: I know, this is like my 5th post in one hour. I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.P.S: I can't make my font smaller, why blogger why? It's like blogger wants me to switch to Tumblr.&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:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Picture via: AudreyHepburnComplex&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/838995272655507742-4224670231253901387?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4224670231253901387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/vroooooom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4224670231253901387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4224670231253901387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/vroooooom.html' title='Vroooooom'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-90243421299405898</id><published>2009-09-13T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:54:02.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Funny how right after I posted a post about thinking of changing to Tumblr I finally changed my blog layout, hee hee. Guess I'll just delay switching to Tumblr-- or maybe I won't switch at all, who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S: Do you like the headless paper dolls? I know I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.P.S: Thanks Cass for telling me about Yummylolly :D&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/838995272655507742-90243421299405898?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/90243421299405898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/paper-dolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/90243421299405898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/90243421299405898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/paper-dolls.html' title='Paper Dolls'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4496585670751759263</id><published>2009-09-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:54:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lately, I've been thinking of switching to tumblr. Tumblr looks easier to use and I can post short posts without making it look weird (I don't know why I think short posts look weird on Blogger) and I can design it however I like, or at least I can design it more than I can on Blogger. But I don't know, I'm feeling pretty sentimental about my bloggity-blog right here. I've been through so much with this blog; it's been my best friend whom I can confide to whenever nobody is listening (which is pretty often) for such a long time. I mean reading my old posts, I can see that I changed a lot since I posted my first post on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha, sorry for being so melodramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmm, I don't know-- should I or should I not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh ho hum pigs bum (I haven't said that in such a long time!), I'm gonna think about that later 'cause right now I'm trying to decide which Beatle should I kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sq0gaJp-QDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kULjb1CrAGE/s320/kiss+your+favourite+beatle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm at a cross between John Lennon and Ringo Starr. I would've picked Paul McCartney 'cause I think he was the cutest but his lips look weird.&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/838995272655507742-4496585670751759263?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4496585670751759263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4496585670751759263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4496585670751759263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/tumble.html' title='Tumble'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sq0gaJp-QDI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kULjb1CrAGE/s72-c/kiss+your+favourite+beatle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7170648524583736898</id><published>2009-09-13T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:54:33.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's All Smile and Make the World a Happier Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.media.tumblr.com/eWYrvUmHnodt7faehMAQZC2zo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 409px;" src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/eWYrvUmHnodt7faehMAQZC2zo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm pretty positive that this is the first time I've seen Kristen Stewart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. She should do it more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S: My sister said I look like her, ha-ha! I swear my butt expanded (buntut kembang) like hell when she said that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Merci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;adik for making me feel pretty for a few wonderful, yet alien seconds.&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/838995272655507742-7170648524583736898?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7170648524583736898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-all-smile-and-make-world-happier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7170648524583736898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7170648524583736898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-all-smile-and-make-world-happier.html' title='Let&apos;s All Smile and Make the World a Happier Place!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2801220808539641739</id><published>2009-09-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:54:40.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob-eo, Rob-eo where for art thou Rob-eo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/20090202180756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 347px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/20090202180756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I was Clive Handjob in Paris. Everyone in the hotel called me ‘Monsieur Handjob’. That was good, cheap fun"-Robert Pattinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I admit, I'm just a little bit really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robsessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px;font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&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/838995272655507742-2801220808539641739?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2801220808539641739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/rob-eo-rob-eo-where-for-art-thou-rob-eo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2801220808539641739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2801220808539641739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/rob-eo-rob-eo-where-for-art-thou-rob-eo.html' title='Rob-eo, Rob-eo where for art thou Rob-eo?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5588270945485571740</id><published>2009-09-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:37:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play To Live. Live To Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stuffwelike.com/stuffwelike/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Gamer-Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.stuffwelike.com/stuffwelike/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Gamer-Movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watched Gamer earlier today and I must say, it was a really good movie. When I watched the trailer I was really excited to watch it; since I'm not really into action films I'm really glad the movie did not disappoint me at all. The movie kept me on the edge of my seat until the credits rolled because I just couldn't tell what would happen next. And if you think about it, what happened in the movie could potentially happen in real life so that made me think a lot about the future you know, which is pretty scary actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logan Lerman who played Simon was really good looking in the movie, he sort of reminded me of Aaron Johnson for some reason. I don't know if it's just me or what. And I don't even need to mention how dreamy Gerard Butler is, 'cause everybody knows that already right? Actually, I'm gonna mention it anyway-- Gerard Butler was mega dreamy I mean seriously you could melt by just looking at his eyes, phwoarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqvGOjH52CI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nMmeyANvwkA/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logan Lerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/logan_lerman/logan_lerman_1249350868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/logan_lerman/logan_lerman_1249350868.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 516px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't he look like Aaron Johnson here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum came back after being outstation for a week. I'm so glad she's back home, missed my mummeh a lot. I'm pretty shocked that we managed to wake up for sahur everyday while she was gone, thats a huge achievement for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/715767/tumblr_kpom82QuMX1qzaykoo1_500_large.jpg?1252748303"&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/715767/tumblr_kpom82QuMX1qzaykoo1_500_large.jpg?1252748303" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 148px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/20090423012049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 149px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/20090423012049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really really craving for a typewriter right now (preferably pink or baby blue). Aren't they one of the most fascinating and beautiful things in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/838995272655507742-5588270945485571740?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5588270945485571740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/play-to-live-live-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5588270945485571740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5588270945485571740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/play-to-live-live-to-play.html' title='Play To Live. Live To Play.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqvGOjH52CI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nMmeyANvwkA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2354338692155864141</id><published>2009-09-11T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:49:18.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/20090804165745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 311px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/20090804165745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;exoticpeach.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why but I'm like  so happy that it's like finally like the weekends. It's like totally weird, I mean like it's not like I'm going anywhere special this weekend but I like just feel like ecstatic like Summer Holidays are here kind of like ecstatic. So does that like uhh make me like uhh weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am VELLY bored.&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/838995272655507742-2354338692155864141?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2354338692155864141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-in-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2354338692155864141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2354338692155864141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the sun'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4694453139494406400</id><published>2009-09-10T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:40:58.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always wondered; what's behind the mask you wear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnUCgs0ImI/AAAAAAAAAio/D0Iu7OZZ9sA/s1600-h/20090714060955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnUCgs0ImI/AAAAAAAAAio/D0Iu7OZZ9sA/s320/20090714060955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380064369473495650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnUCWnvcbI/AAAAAAAAAig/sD8TvKwxDOM/s1600-h/20090721152618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnUCWnvcbI/AAAAAAAAAig/sD8TvKwxDOM/s320/20090721152618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380064366767862194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnUCWnvcbI/AAAAAAAAAig/sD8TvKwxDOM/s1600-h/20090721152618.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTKtDOUiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HULXa6ZMH6E/s1600-h/20090817012034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTKtDOUiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HULXa6ZMH6E/s320/20090817012034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380063410716037666" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTKNUe8dI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9HlvXpIuJlQ/s1600-h/20090815160054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTKNUe8dI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9HlvXpIuJlQ/s320/20090815160054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380063402198495698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTKNUe8dI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9HlvXpIuJlQ/s1600-h/20090815160054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTJpfxJZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Mytug_p4p1Y/s1600-h/20090424121040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTJpfxJZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Mytug_p4p1Y/s320/20090424121040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380063392582149522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTJpfxJZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Mytug_p4p1Y/s1600-h/20090424121040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTJD1nzTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PBNYyyI2lKM/s1600-h/20090326061627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTJD1nzTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PBNYyyI2lKM/s320/20090326061627.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380063382473264434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTJD1nzTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PBNYyyI2lKM/s1600-h/20090326061627.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTIyrTAzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZBLl0xUUtuM/s1600-h/20081103154545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnTIyrTAzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZBLl0xUUtuM/s320/20081103154545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380063377866556210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just feel like running to the nearest party shop and buying thousands of masks like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photos via:weheartit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/838995272655507742-4694453139494406400?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4694453139494406400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-always-wondered-whats-behind-mask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4694453139494406400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4694453139494406400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-always-wondered-whats-behind-mask.html' title='I&apos;ve always wondered; what&apos;s behind the mask you wear?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SqnUCgs0ImI/AAAAAAAAAio/D0Iu7OZZ9sA/s72-c/20090714060955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1858285366620918115</id><published>2009-09-07T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:14:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello fellow bloggers and other fellow earthlings, I'm back after quite a long time of being absent. I haven't been online for a longgggg time because the internet on my computer is being such a pain the ass and the other computer is always being occupied every time I want to use it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I finally got to use the computer and the first thing I wanted to do was update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blog since I haven't updated it in such a long time, and thus, here I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last week my family and I went on a shopping spree for raya clothes and I was shopping for real for practically the first time in my life. I mean, I hate shopping-- or at least I used to. Nowadays, I don't really mind shopping, heck I might-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;migh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t- actually like it. I don't know, I feel like I'm changing for the better (or for worse) nowadays. I'm getting a bit girlier, not that I was a total tomboy or what. Last time I really couldn't care less about shopping and shoes and whatever but recently, I've started to grow a liking for shoes, for those people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; me this can be pretty weird because I practically only own a pair of flip flops (okay not true) But its not like I can wear any of the shoes that I like, I prefer to wear something that's flat because I'm pretty clumsy. So all I can do is admire them and never wear them, not until I'm older at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I'm finally growing up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I promised myself that I won't be too absorbed in those kind of stuff. I don't want to be like one of those kind of girls who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; care about shoes and bags and whether their clothes are in or not. Seriously, the line "That is sooo last season" is practically one of the most annoying lines I've ever heard (unless if you use it as a joke, if you use it seriously then it's annoying) in my whole entire life. I mean so what if I'm wearing shoes from last season, what am I supposed to do huh? Wear it once then stop wearing it because its outdated, puh-lease. That would be a waste of money and space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On another note, a few days ago I bought a new phone. It's my first transition from a Sony Ericsson phone to a Samsung phone and my first transition from a flip phone to touch screen. I got a Samsung S5603 Star 3G. I'm pretty pleased with this phone although the phone memory is kind of low. But other than that it was worth it and I'm happy with it. Initially I wanted a Samsung Jet but it was way over my budget so I decided to go for the second best.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.getprice.com.au/images/uploadimg/733/350__1_SMG-S5603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.getprice.com.au/images/uploadimg/733/350__1_SMG-S5603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samsung S5603&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, a few days ago, I was watching Friday Night Lights (for the first time and its not that bad actually)and one of the actors looked really familiar and when I looked properly I realised who he was. He was Peter Pan from Peter Pan! I don't know if you guys remembered that movie or not, it came out about 4 years ago- when I was around 10 or 9 years old I think. I remember him because he is my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; first ever celebrity crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, ha-ha! I remember watching the movie and my 10 year old self saw Peter Pan for the first time and instantly fell in love with him . It was hilarious, I remember I didn't want to admit it to anybody because I was so embarrassed (helloooo, I was 10- I thought boys were disgusting then, at least until I saw that movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how but my brother figured out about my celebrity crush. In the cinema while watching the movie, he kept teasing me that I liked Peter Pan and that I wished Peter Pan was my boyfriend. He kept teasing me for quite a long time actually, almost a year of "Kakak loves Peter Pan" teasing. I guess the way I was staring at Peter Pan in the cinema gave away the secret, ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, after almost 4 years of not seeing him on TV or in movies I finally saw him again! And he was soooo cute in Friday Night Lights (although his voice was kinda gay). I was like "I found my first celebrity crush!" when I saw him on the screen. I think I'm gonna go buy the DVD for the movie Peter Pan to watch it again. Somehow, I miss that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys were wondering, his name is Jeremy Sumpter and here are a few pictures of him for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy Sumpter now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cbihK6np-Nk/SbzKatTZE1I/AAAAAAAABe0/FP4vHsgMVu4/s400/Jeremy%2BSumpter%2B9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cbihK6np-Nk/SbzKatTZE1I/AAAAAAAABe0/FP4vHsgMVu4/s400/Jeremy%2BSumpter%2B9.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i295/ritlix/WNC/JeremySumpter7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 522px;" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i295/ritlix/WNC/JeremySumpter7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jeremy Sumpter as Peter Pan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/tv/img/9694_jeremy%20peterpan7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/sites/tv/img/9694_jeremy%20peterpan7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/joe4me/peter%20pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 261px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/joe4me/peter%20pan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what 10 year old girl wouldn't fall for him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when is Edward Speleers gonna reappear again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.musak.org/blogimages/Edward+Speleers-thumb-393x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.musak.org/blogimages/Edward+Speleers-thumb-393x500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon I hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-1858285366620918115?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1858285366620918115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-believe-in-fairies-i-do-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1858285366620918115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1858285366620918115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-believe-in-fairies-i-do-i-do.html' title='I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cbihK6np-Nk/SbzKatTZE1I/AAAAAAAABe0/FP4vHsgMVu4/s72-c/Jeremy%2BSumpter%2B9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4223673491653212510</id><published>2009-08-29T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:15:08.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.14 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CrKNmfTMQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CrKNmfTMQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kate Walsh- Gather My Strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just lovee her voice, it's so beautiful and soft. Loved her voice since I was what? 12? Finally she has new songs, and so far loving all of them! If you don't like slow songs than you won't like her songs either. I wish I could sing like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update about, sorry about that mate!&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/838995272655507742-4223673491653212510?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4223673491653212510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/214-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4223673491653212510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4223673491653212510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/214-am.html' title='2.14 AM'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1366774426923481118</id><published>2009-08-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:06:33.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want and need?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first two days of fasting were not bad actually. Spent most of my time looking at pictures at different sites, I don't know why but I just love looking at pictures haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to Bangsar Village II earlier today after my dentist appointment and bought a few books, finally! But oddly enough, today my dad did all the shopping and my mum&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; didn't shop at all. &lt;/span&gt;He bought two pairs of shoes and a bag for work from Clarks and he bought about 4 shirts from Massimo Dutti which is r&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eally unusual&lt;/span&gt; of my dad which of course freaked me out just a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Browsed around Ted Baker and found this absolutely lovely, grey coat. Yearning for it so much but of course there's no use buying a coat when you live in Malaysia since its so bloody hot here. Gosh I hate the fact that we can't wear coats here-- coats are just soooooo lovely and cosy looking and really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the reasons why I want to live in a country where there are 4 seasons are 1) I can wear coats without getting too sweaty and hot and 2) I can wear leather jackets without people thinking badly of me. Ooo both are on my just-want-them-eventhough-I-can't-have-them wishlist (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kim Bum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ed Westwick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Robert Pattinson and Cole Mohr are included in said list) Saw a leather jacket in Massimo Dutti but whoa- it costs about RM1,000+ which is even more expensive than an iPod Nano 4th Generation, 16GB &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a Diana+ 35mm Back (which are both in my save-up-money-wishlist) so I definitely couldn't get that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090714060640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 486px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090714060640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lovely Alexa Chung sporting a leather jacket- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;knight cat.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/emma-watson-burberry-ad-autumn-winter-2009-2010-photos-500x648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 433px;" src="http://www.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/emma-watson-burberry-ad-autumn-winter-2009-2010-photos-500x648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stunning Emma Watson featured in a Burberry ad wearing a trench coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what I came acrossss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090120143841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 313px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090120143841.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess who they areeeee ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well who else are they except for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090626023641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 328px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090626023641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Turner and Matt Helders of Arctic Monkeys! Haven't changed a bit have they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090603024514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090603024514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they the sweetest :')&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-1366774426923481118?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1366774426923481118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/want-and-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1366774426923481118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1366774426923481118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/want-and-need.html' title='Want and need?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6019308072630777708</id><published>2009-08-23T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:03:20.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090802172239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 368px;" src="http://bucket0.lg1x8zmax.simplecdn.net/images/20090802172239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Audrey Hepburn Complex&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/838995272655507742-6019308072630777708?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6019308072630777708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6019308072630777708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6019308072630777708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2443782045432824764</id><published>2009-08-20T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:22:45.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware! Really disgusting picture ahead! Viewer discretion advised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't go to school today and yesterday. Man, I've skipped school on Thursdays a lot lately, but wait wait, before you guys can start calling me names like "Lazy Bum" or whatever I have a very simple explanation for my most recent absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About two nights ago, I started itching all over. I thought that if I bathed the itching would stop but alas, it did not. After I took my bath I noticed there were a few red spots on my legs and on my stomach. And that was when I realised the itching wasn't because of the fact that I hadn't bathed yet, it was because I had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; developed a rash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And to think only about two months or three months ago I got nasty rashes on my hands only. But those rashes were different, they hurt. The ones I had now itch. And quite frankly I prefer my rashes hurting because the pain was bearable. These itches on the other hand aren't bearable at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyway, my dad asked me to take medication for the itching and asked me to put calamine lotion before I go to bed and I did. The next morning it got worse, now it was all over my body. At first I wasn't gonna go to school because of the fact that almost all my friends weren't going but now even if I wanted to go to school I couldn't because of the rash. Dad stayed at home because he had  a stiff neck and the doctor asked him to rest and boy did he rest. He slept until 6+pm and then after freshening up he brought me to the clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The doctor took one look at me and said "Yeap allergic reaction. Do you remember eating anything unusual?" and I said "No..." My dad asked me the exact same question on the way to the clinic and when I said no he said that maybe a bug bit me or something and I denied that because no bug bit me. The doctor said it couldn't have been a bug bite because the rashes were all over my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then the doctor asked me "Nak inject tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I was like "Errr, do I have to?" because let me tell you something, I. Absolutely. Hate. NEEDLES. My dad insisted that  I should get injected so in the end I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On the back of my left hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. How weird is that right?&lt;br /&gt;It was like she wanted to dive the needle into my body before I could run away or something. I mean I wasn't even in the right position, my body was like sideways, not completely flat on the bed. And since I got injected at my hips, it hurt more than it would if I got injected at my butt. Well at least I could sit down after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yeah, woke up the next morning (today) and still my rash got worse. Now they're not little red circles anymore, they're huge red circles and other weird shapes (some rectangle, some weird splat like shapes and some long stick-like shapes) and ooo there's one heart shape on my right thigh, ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't developed many on my face so my face is still normal. Although there are a few rashes on my temples. I can't stand the itchiness, its like when I scratch one particularly itchy spot and it finally feels relieving I'd start feeling itchy at another spot and this goes on and on and onnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So this year has been a really uneventful so far, medical-wise I mean. First I had nasty rashes all along both my hands which made my hands hurt every time I moved them and when I put water on my hands, then a few months later I had high fever and didn't go to school for 5 days, then just a week after recovering from the fever I developed another rash and found out I'm allergic to something which I don't even know what yet. I know I've said this but usually all I get is a fever twice a year-- that's it. Pretty odd isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm just glad my rashes aren't as bad as hers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poison-ivy.org/rash/source/image/mother-of-all-rashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.poison-ivy.org/rash/source/image/mother-of-all-rashes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ughh! Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;is really nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/838995272655507742-2443782045432824764?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2443782045432824764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/beware-really-disgusting-picture-ahead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2443782045432824764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2443782045432824764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/beware-really-disgusting-picture-ahead.html' title='Beware! Really disgusting picture ahead! 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To make clay, To have taken a huge dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I am making clay", "I just made clay" ,"I just made a clay sculpture".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Making Clay lead to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toilet &lt;/span&gt;(this word had more than 10 pages of definitions so I'm putting some of the funny ones I read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. A place to sit and think.  Also a good place to take a plop.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm going to go to the toilet and figure this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. The system of depositing one's faeces &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;invented by Mr. Crapper himself when one day his wife got sick of him taking dumps in the kitchen sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;synonyms-latrine, crapper, lavatory, john, the can, the pot, stool, throne, potty, commode   Seymour likes to drink out of the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(where the hell do these people get their ideas?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 3. A cool winter breeze.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The toilet feels good on your face after a hard night of drinking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(what the hellll?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 4. A place for relief of bodily waste out of the anus of the butt. It is usually a low white porcelain "seat" in which you can safely "drop the Cosby Kids off at the pool." &lt;-- this expression can be used to explain politely that you have to do your business.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Excuse me John, I'll be back in a few. I just have to drop the Cosby Kids off at the pool." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Man i had to flush that toilet three times and it nearly sent off the smoke alarm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 5. an incredibly difficult target to make when you're drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was so hammered last night, i completely missed the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 6. A very scary place where even the bravest shit themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, a place where you can read newspapers.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I am the &lt;insert&gt;. I am the bravest man/thing in the world. Btw, what's this place??? Oh no!! Toilet!!! Gotta take a shit." &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Damn wife, I can't even read the newspapers in peace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 7. People like to drink toilet water.  A huh huh huh huh.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I smoked a toilet with Barack Obama today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Again, what the hellll?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Epiphany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 1.A sudden realization of great truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homer Simpson experienced several epiphanies during his time with "boob lady". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. Bananas are a great source of potassium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Americans will never embrace soccer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. More than two shakes and you're playing with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eventually he had another epiphany which led him to save his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. An epiphany is the sudden realization or comprehension of the (larger) essence or meaning of something.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Andy: Oh shit I've had an epiphany... Elton John's not in the beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wait, shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Something someone would say after realizing what they just said or did was idiotic or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dude, my dick is so big that if I laid it out on a keyboard, it would go from A to Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wait, shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dohment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; One of those slap your forehead moments when you realise that you've just done something incredibly stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The moment when something "dawns on you" and "the penny drops.   A dohment is when you realise that you've put the baby outside and tucked the cat up in the cot for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A dohment is when you wonder why the lawn isn't looking any better then notice that you haven't engaged the lawnmower blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Business Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; An intimate shower taken between 2 persons solely for the purpose of saving time, completely devoid of any sexual connotation.   "Oh shit, my alarm didn't go off" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Shit... I have to be at work in 20 minutes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"We'll just have to shower together" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Hey man, thats gross" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Nah its cool... It'll be a Business Shower" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Aight dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(People actually do this? AND they have a slang for this?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Butterface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; n. A girl who is hot, except for her (but her, butter) face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If J.Lo had her face torn apart by wild dogs, people would call her a butter face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Brain Bleach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A fictional 'bleach' is used to erase unwanted memories, usually of something traumatizing that was seen or heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Similar to 'Eye Bleach', but instead it clears memories instead of just vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Guy 1: Oh my god, I just saw a  fat lady in pink stretch pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Guy 2: Here, take my gallon of brain bleach, you're gonna need it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farting Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;div class="definition"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The act of someone farting immediately before leaving a room; leaving that special something to be remembered by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person 1: That party was the worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person 2: Don't worry, I made sure to thank them with a farting gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WWJKD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Would James Kirk Do? When stuck in a life-threatening, impossible situation with no realistic plausible means of escape, only a plan thought up by James "Jim" Kirk would work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person 1: OK, were stuck in an underground cavern on a distant planet with no access to the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Person 2: We need a plan. WWJKD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="width: 678px; height: 98px;" id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_1888728"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ex-spice girl skinny anorexic wife of English soccer player David Beckham who never smiles or laughs but has always a im-so-hot pout, has obviously fake boobs that looks like half cantaloupes stuffed into her skin, and wears way way way too much make-up and dangerously high and tiny stilletos and short skirts while carrying a baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poo on me Victoria Beckham. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David is too good for Victoria. What did he do to deserve her?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Like Kansas, flat, white and easy to enter   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The #1 coin collection by Conan O'Brien   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There are plenty more but unfortunately I have to go now. I just loveee Urban Dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/838995272655507742-414438840262523945?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/414438840262523945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/urban-dictionary-definitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/414438840262523945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/414438840262523945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/urban-dictionary-definitions.html' title='Urban Dictionary Definitions'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7784517775550048879</id><published>2009-08-14T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:23:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Allegro Assai and Arpeggios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://funpresident.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/amazing_piano_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 321px;" src="http://funpresident.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/amazing_piano_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pegasus Piano by Luigi Colani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looks crazy doesn't it? In a cool way that is. Still prefer the classic grand piano though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Apparently the guy who designed this designs cars and other vehicles and furniture too which explains a lot actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just realised I haven't updated you guys on my dreadful piano examinations. It was about 3 days ago by the way, I don't know how I could've forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examiner I got was really friendly and warm- as soon as I walked in she greeted me with a smile that was so wide I swear it reached her eyes and right when the words "Good evening madam" were about to come out of my mouth she said "Hello there! If you could just have a seat here *points to the digital piano* we can start the examination!" in an are-you-ready-for-a-fun-adventure voice which I replied by smiling at her (and trying to make my smile as wide as hers, to look equally friendly which failed miserably) and saying Hello back and finally taking a seat at the piano.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't exactly go smoothly. In fact it didn't go smoothly at all- a lot of bumps here and there. The scales were quite alright; I managed to memorise everything within a time span of 2 days give and take which is unheard of for me because scales are my enemies. Did a few mistakes here and there but they weren't BIG mistakes. My pieces on the other hand weren't so good; on my third piece, I started making major mistakes at a certain dreaded hard part and I just couldn't stop playing that one part until I asked the examiner if I could play it from the start again. Thankfully the examiner said "Of course, of course you can," and nodded okay. I started playing the piece (Honky Tonk Piano Rag, which reminds me of clowns and which is  my used-to-be favourite piece but for some reason, became my worst piece) and miraculously sailed through the hard part with little to none mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After pieces I did sight-reading. She gave me a really, really easy piece. No flats or sharps and the notes were pretty simple. She gave me 30 seconds but I still didn't have enough time so the ending was a bit off. After sight reading she asked me to move to the other piano and stand behind it for Aural Test. It was downright awful! I had a cough so my voice was a bit, okay unbelievably flat. Plus she's an opera singer and its really embarrassing to sing like a toad in front of an opera singer. She even gave me a weird sort of oh-my-gosh-that-was-unbelievably-horrible look which made my confidence level drop at once. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the Aural Test she exclaimed "Okay we're done here, thank you!" and I was in such a hurry to leave I said "Thank you!" to her and raced out to the door but then she was like "Oh, and don't forget your book!" which was really embarrassing. She passed me my book while saying thank you a lot of times (which I didn't know why she was saying it again and again) and I said "Thank you sooo much" and left the room with a sigh of relief.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for about 20 minutes for my mum (she was working while waiting for us and got caught up) we left the hotel and decided to go to Pavillion. Ha-ha, while everyone was stuck at school I was up in KL at Pavillion shopping! Okay not really actually, ate at The Loaf and went to about 3 shops and got a shirt and that was about it but at least I got to skip school :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yeah that was it, I'm really nervous about the results. Last year I passed by 2 marks only which is really funny. I just don't like piano exams, I panic easily and fumble with the keys which makes my playing worse. Lets just hope I at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt; this year, even if it means my marks will be on the dot :)&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/838995272655507742-7784517775550048879?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7784517775550048879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-allegro-assai-and-arpeggios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7784517775550048879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7784517775550048879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-allegro-assai-and-arpeggios.html' title='Of Allegro Assai and Arpeggios'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2719458240480240917</id><published>2009-08-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:40:25.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanggal baju dan seluar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today in school we 'celebrated' merdeka, if you could actually call it celebrating. It was downright boring and definitely not as fun as last years Merdeka. Last year everyone was hyped up with patriotic spirit and cheering and everything. This year there was cheering yea sure but it wasn't as mmhmm how do you say? It wasn't as spirited as last year and there were no performances except for Penyampaian Sajak and who likes listening to people reading a sajak anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tremendously disappointed in the school. To teachers whom I know read their dear students' blogs I just have to get this out of my chest. Is it just me or does the school not want us to have any fun at all? A lot of people have been saying that. That the headmistress even said those exact words "I don't want the students to have fun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not saying this is all true, its just rumours and I know there may be a chance that its not true but I can't help but think that it really seems true. I mean I've realised that our school is practically the only school that doesn't organise any sort of events at all. Aerobikthon what did we do? We were given a card and we were asked to collect money for school renovations. There's no spirit to change the school. Everything is so formal its tiring. It's like the school wants all their students to be like robots; hollow and lifeless and just obeying every single order that the school makes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If this goes on, I have a feeling things will get worse. You know teenagers are naturally rebellious right? Why provoke us to be rebellious then? Just give in to simple delights (a fun event like a carnival to raise money for school would be much more effective than asking students to ask for donations) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;, the response from students will be more positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The headmistress asked the afternoon session that day "You love your school right?" and quite frankly, I wasn't shocked at all when the hall was echoing with hundreds of Nos. I don't know why she was. And ever since the school got the new Cluster title, the school has gotten more boring and controlling which was sort of to be expected. I just feel like this school is a school for robots. I've spent more than 1 and a half years in this school and I'm gonna be spending another 4 and a half years of misery at this school. I just wish the school would at least make an effort to make the school more active and enjoyable for the students but from what I see, thats the least of their worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And when the student's marks go down, don't call them stupid and don't say that you don't want to see next year's PMR marks because you're scared of the results. Thats just hurtful. But I expect you said that to do reverse psychology on us. Provoke us to make us work harder. Its still hurtful though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Glad I got that out. Please don't kick me out of school, although I don't exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this school I wouldn't enjoy the idea of leaving this school at all, unless it's with my high school degree.  And don't get the wrong idea, I don't hate everything about this school, I love the canteen food, certain teachers are really great people, I've made awesome friends from this school and I've had countless fun times at school with friends, so its not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all &lt;/span&gt;bad:)&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/838995272655507742-2719458240480240917?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2719458240480240917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/tanggal-baju-dan-seluar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2719458240480240917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2719458240480240917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/tanggal-baju-dan-seluar.html' title='Tanggal baju dan seluar!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7270974099468237204</id><published>2009-08-08T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:39:59.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty cool huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use Electricity Wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parking space is for the disabled only. Everyone Else: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK GOD &lt;/span&gt;yours is still over there, a bit further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Fresh Water Ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns39.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anti-weapon ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how easy it is to get a hold of a gun in South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 610px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is food for the homeless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 487px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-drug ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Child Needs a Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns57.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your life! Use hands free system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 311px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anti- Drunk Driving ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-smoking ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 632px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns43.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 622px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 602px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Child soldiers&lt;/strong&gt; in Angola and other African countries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating Disorder ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop Every Fifth Child Obesity;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 575px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 578px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anorexia: This is what Anorexics see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 618px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obesity is Suicide. Help Stop Obesity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2009/march/ad_campaigns/best_ad_campaigns46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Still sick, and in fact I've gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture Credits: http://www.chilloutpoint.com/art_and_design/the-best-of-ad-campaigns.html&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/838995272655507742-7270974099468237204?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7270974099468237204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-cool-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7270974099468237204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7270974099468237204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-cool-huh.html' title='Pretty cool huh?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6163733289216825152</id><published>2009-08-07T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:13:58.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rant, and a tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know what I just realised? I have been getting sick a lot nowadays. Usually I'd get sick only at least 3 times in a year but this year I've lost count already. In fact, everyone's getting sick nowadays because of H1N1. Relax, relax, I really don't think I got infected with H1N1 because I don't have ALL the symptoms. I only have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fever and a cough and I HAD a flu. I haven't been nauseous or I haven't gotten diarrhea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I didn't go to school today and yesterday because I'm sick and you're apparently not allowed to go to school anyway. Haven't really been doing anything except couch-potatoing and playing 'The Hookup' from www.the-n.com. I got that game from addictinggames.com and it really is addictive actually. Finished the whole game (this is not a big deal because its really short) already and I started yesterday. Theres nothing really special about it, but for some reason its really addictive o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another thing I just realised; I haven't really you know, paid tribute to the unbelievably talented and brilliant director Yasmin Ahmad. The news shook me to the core because losing her is a tremendously huge loss in the Malaysian entertainment bussines. In my opinion, she is one of the only genuinely amazing directors from Malaysia, I mean can you name another? I absolutely loved all of her works, movies AND commercials.  Her works are so simple yet touches you right at the heart. She's the kind of person where when you see her work you just want to meet her and actually know her because you just know that she won't be like other snobbish celebrities- that she might actually be nicer than you or anybody you know, well at least its like that to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are all the commercials she directed or at least the ones I could find;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAKPwjBd4uM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAKPwjBd4uM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwFGQ_og5kA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwFGQ_og5kA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZXO8mGfDr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZXO8mGfDr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJyRgl2dJPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJyRgl2dJPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RL0vYUryDvQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RL0vYUryDvQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZXO8mGfDr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZXO8mGfDr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May she rest in peace and may Allah SWT be by her side.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Innalillah wa-inna ilaihi raji'un&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-6163733289216825152?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6163733289216825152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick-and-tired-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6163733289216825152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6163733289216825152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick-and-tired-again.html' title='A rant, and a tribute'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3465540037398677511</id><published>2009-08-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:12:26.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random babbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have no idea what to blog about. This blog is going dead! I haven't updated in what? I don't even know how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quite a few times, I decided to update my blog but when I click on the "New Post" link my fingers just stop typing and my mind just goes blank so I end up just closing the freaking tab. I think I'm having writers block again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss writing so much. Lately I haven't been writing anything, my story is on pause and the characters are just waiting for me to come up with new ideas pronto but what with school and plus the fact that I'm the laziest person known to mankind of course my story isn't going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I miss taking pictures with Krum and Booey Cheeseeeeeeee. Going to process my film this weekend, I HAVE TO. I can't stand delaying it any longer, its been months already. I'm so nervous about how the pictures will look like. What if it turns out ugly? What if all the films have been exposed without me realising it because I'm such a noob and I'm so stupid? I will never hear the end of it from my parents if that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't know why but I really, really, really, really want to get a quill. Not the pen kind of quill like the one Elysa has but the feather kind of quill. Its so coooooooool. I've wanted one since the first Harry Potter movie. Quills are so coool you know, the fact that when you write it makes scratchy noises and the fact that you have to have an ink bottle next to you and every now and then you'll have to dip the quill in the ink bottle, it just fascinates me. Ha-ha, I sound so weird now, marvelling over quills but I. Just. Can't. Help. It! Too bad I hate gel pens but whatever &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And oo-errr, parchments are so cool too. I like the fact that when you write something on parchment it really looks ancient and mysterious and important. Even if all you write is "My name is Shahira Elyana and I'm a douchebag hooray!" people will still think that something important like ingredients to a medical breakthrough is written in it or something. But they're made out of calfskin, goatskin or sheepskin so its not exactly animal friendly plus I don't think people still make it, or do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, a few days ago I asked mum to buy the Michael Jackson Live in Bucharest DVD and she did and I can't wait to watch. Haven't gotten around to  but I will watch it by this week. I watched a few minutes of it at a mamak stall and I was so mesmerized by Michael Jackson's charisma and awesomeness on stage to the point that I asked my mum to get it. He can seriously perform live, its amazing. I know that probably everyone on earth already knew about the fact that MJ is a great live performer but whattheheck, at least I know now right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So thats that. Mindless rambling from yours truly to make up for not updating for quite a long period of time. Before I go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.models.com/i/db/2009/3/5120/5120-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 491px;" src="http://i.models.com/i/db/2009/3/5120/5120-500w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Schwarz is downright fit! Ohmagaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-3465540037398677511?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3465540037398677511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-babbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3465540037398677511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3465540037398677511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-babbling.html' title='Random babbling'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7144186201367830975</id><published>2009-07-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:25:07.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Emma Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/emma_watson/emma_watson_1231962963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 261px;" src="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/emma_watson/emma_watson_1231962963.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really look up to her. She is everything I can only dream of being;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; incredibly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;smart, astonishingly beautiful and unbelievably talented in more sectors than one. Very unlike the typical hollywood girls you see nowadays like Paris Hilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It would be a zillion years before I become even half- or rather quarter- as smart, beautiful and talented as she is. And it annoys me just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm bored of my layout, I need a total blog makeover!Can somebody help me find the perfect layout for 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/838995272655507742-7144186201367830975?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7144186201367830975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-watson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7144186201367830975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7144186201367830975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-watson.html' title='Emma Watson'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7991058869094747909</id><published>2009-07-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:47:48.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies as far as the eye can see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lately I've been going on morphthing.com because it's so much fun. You get to morph pictures of yourself and a celebrity or anybody actually and see how your babies would look like. It is really amusing; the other day I morphed a picture of me and Freddy Kruger to see how our baby would look like and it turned out hilarious. It had Freddy's skin and my features ha-ha, you can only imagine how wrong and scary that looked like. Here are some other baby morphs that I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQ10dTdI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0xqz5o0JwfM/s1600-h/Baby-of-Harry-Potter-and-DSC06039-JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQ10dTdI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0xqz5o0JwfM/s320/Baby-of-Harry-Potter-and-DSC06039-JPG.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693975383985618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess who's this? Harry Potter of course! Don't know where he/she got the blonde hair though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQa1PIJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0b0m9KbXISw/s1600-h/Baby-of-DSC06039-JPG-and-sUuaiPEHemyd3qilxXUkQ3bRo1-500-jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQa1PIJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0b0m9KbXISw/s320/Baby-of-DSC06039-JPG-and-sUuaiPEHemyd3qilxXUkQ3bRo1-500-jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693968139493522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cole Mohr's. I have no idea why his lips are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQKIzPDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/leG21xHkGVs/s1600-h/Baby-of-DSC06039-JPG-and-Ed-Westwick.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQKIzPDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/leG21xHkGVs/s320/Baby-of-DSC06039-JPG-and-Ed-Westwick.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693963658148914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ed Westwick's. Awww, he looks like a Malay/Chinese. But he definitely looks like Ed a bit, his nose and his lips. I don't see the resemblance between me and this baby though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQLmqboI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ryFS13pHSgo/s1600-h/Baby-of-aaron-johnson-1221324878-jpg-and-l-dbff06d20beff19b449db687af47e6bb-jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQLmqboI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ryFS13pHSgo/s320/Baby-of-aaron-johnson-1221324878-jpg-and-l-dbff06d20beff19b449db687af47e6bb-jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361693964051836546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aaron Johnson's. Ha-ha what a cute blurry expression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiR0j7g40I/AAAAAAAAAhU/Vgf6RcW3HIQ/s1600-h/Baby-of-l-dbff06d20beff19b449db687af47e6bb-jpg-and-Alex-Pettyfer.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiR0j7g40I/AAAAAAAAAhU/Vgf6RcW3HIQ/s320/Baby-of-l-dbff06d20beff19b449db687af47e6bb-jpg-and-Alex-Pettyfer.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361695688568660802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alex Pettyfer's. He looks so mischievious and adorableeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The other babies I did looked quite weirdd. Most of them looked quite weird. I guess I'm too ugly or something. The morphs Nabila did on the other hand were all sooooooooooooo cute! And I have to admit Nabila, I'm a teensy, weensy bit jealous ;p&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/838995272655507742-7991058869094747909?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7991058869094747909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/babies-as-far-as-eye-can-see.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7991058869094747909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7991058869094747909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/babies-as-far-as-eye-can-see.html' title='Babies as far as the eye can see!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmiQQ10dTdI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0xqz5o0JwfM/s72-c/Baby-of-Harry-Potter-and-DSC06039-JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5175242205446867568</id><published>2009-07-22T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:52:18.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we watched The Phantom of the Opera at school. Not the whole movie of course, just about an hour, give and take. I found it nice but for some reason every time the actors started singing the whole class would groan and start shaking their heads. I mean, what do you expect? It's a musical, musicals involve a lot of singing. Funny thing is, when teacher wanted to stop the DVD player every body wouldn't let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and Gerard Butler plays the Phantom and he looks sooo dreamy.I thought the Phantom was supposed to be ugly but heyy, what the heck, I'm not complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/1571691/35mm_back_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 253px;" src="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/1571691/35mm_back_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zedomax.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/psp_skype_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 261px;" src="http://zedomax.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/psp_skype_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.bountii.com/thumbnails/40/4a/404a1950e060010ced34c1173ee27952"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.bountii.com/thumbnails/40/4a/404a1950e060010ced34c1173ee27952" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://joeyc.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/din_ajpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 260px;" src="http://joeyc.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/din_ajpg.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why can't money grow on trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when in the world am I gonna process my three rolls of filmm?! Gosh, and I'm gonna have to pay for that too. Man, I spend a lot nowadays. And I always put RM20 out of my allowance  every week and keep it in my piggy bank so why is my money going less and less?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the film, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no Mum, Dad, I'm not regretting getting Booey Cheese and Krum, never have and never will!&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-5175242205446867568?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5175242205446867568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-makes-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5175242205446867568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5175242205446867568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Money makes the world go round'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1105581255983821150</id><published>2009-07-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:02:26.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Pooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;SPOILER ALERT! IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE AND YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DO NOT READ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember when I said that I was oh-so excited about Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, well now I'm oh-so disappointed in that movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the beginning I was so excited I couldn't stop jumping from my sit (which didn't disturb anyone since I was on the back row) because I was finally watching the movie I have been wanting to watch after years of waiting. At first it was okay but then, slowly it sucked. Here's my expression throughout the movie:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beginning of the movie- :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the movie- :D&lt;br /&gt;Three quarters through the movie- :|&lt;br /&gt;The ending- :?&lt;br /&gt;After the movie- &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was dull, funny in rare occasions (which mostly involved Ron) and really, a waste of time and not to mention money. The ending was purely poop; one minute Hermione was saying to Harry that Ron didn't mind that Harry and Ginny were together (which reminds me, WHEN DID THEY START GOING OUT IN THE MOVIE?!) and then they're watching the pheonix fly away and then that's it- that's the ending. I didn't even know it was ending when it ended- my first thought when the credits started playing? "What- Whaa? That's it?!" I mean my whole family bought Gold Class tickets for that movie for pete's sake because we were so sure it would be awesome (like the other HP movies) but no it just had to disappoint us. And it just so happens that out of all the Harry Potter books, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was my FAVOURITE so you can only imagine how disappointed I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The supposed love scenes between Harry and Ginny are soooooo stupid. Like "Oh Harry we have got to hide the book!" then they go somewhere and Ginny goes like "Harry hold my hand." poof they're in the Room of Requirement. And in the Room of Requirement, "Close your eyes Harry, we don't want you peeking" and whatt, she suddenly kisses him. HUH WHAT?! Gosh the book was soooo much better. In the movie it was like everything was in fast forward. Like they were in such a hurry to finish it. Order of the Pheonix was better in the sense that the relationship between Cho Chang and Harry gradually blossomed into romance. Very unlike Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, it's like "Huh what? They're together?" They should've stuck to the plot from the book, it was so much better and it made much more sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which reminds me, they didn't follow the book at all! I know, I know what you're gonna say "Oh it's too long, they have to shorten it." Yes, I understand, but in that case, cut out all the unnecessary parts of the book and put in the important parts! I mean, where was the war between the Death Eaters and the people of Hogwarts? All they did when they came to Hogwarts was kill Dumbledore and burn Hagrid's hut. Seriously? That war was the climax of the book, so why should you cut that out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And besides the war, why did they cut out Dumbledore's memorial? And when Harry and Malfoy face off in the toilet, Moaning Myrtle was supposed to be there to warn all the others that Harry "murdered" Malfoy. Instead, Snape magically appears out of thin air like he was right around the corner waiting until Malfoy was on the ground bleeding to come out. Doesn't make sense at all to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The only good thing about this movie is Cormac Mclaggen. Good god he's gorgeous! Especially at Slughorn's party when he gave Hermione the look *drools and faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tnADLmtaOp76zp6m37fktjaso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tnADLmtaOp76zp6m37fktjaso1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goshhh, I'm gonna go watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets because I believe that out of all the Harry Potter movies, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets was the best and I don't want to lose my faith in Harry Potter films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I seriously hope they do a much better job with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. They better or I'll chase them down with a pitchfork in one hand and a burning stake in another.&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/838995272655507742-1105581255983821150?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1105581255983821150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-pooper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1105581255983821150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1105581255983821150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-pooper.html' title='Harry Pooper'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4522887075658256910</id><published>2009-07-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:15:12.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. John Annual Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was a blastttttttt! The performances were entertaining and all in all I had a great time. Especially when we danced like hell on the dancefloor- oh gosh, that ended way too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So here are the pictures people, feel free to save them :) Click the pictures to view them larger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYgIWXq5I/AAAAAAAAAf8/4BHPjCs0ajs/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYgIWXq5I/AAAAAAAAAf8/4BHPjCs0ajs/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662340567968658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYf0taSKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1cs_mm93Pbg/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYf0taSKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/1cs_mm93Pbg/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662335295899810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Yee you are soooo prettyyyyyyyy :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYfr_2FNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eQ6dsDC2kUs/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYfr_2FNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eQ6dsDC2kUs/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662332957299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha the 'cute' Seaport guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYfbkhduI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ulL5ES9JSug/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYfbkhduI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ulL5ES9JSug/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662328547735266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYfGIbVWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RrwldZSI-Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYfGIbVWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RrwldZSI-Fs/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662322792748386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZHEbz9vI/AAAAAAAAAgk/CDzF6P_hkkU/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZHEbz9vI/AAAAAAAAAgk/CDzF6P_hkkU/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663009531950834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZG5RNi-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/DyrCF65Enms/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZG5RNi-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/DyrCF65Enms/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663006534700002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZG6LkU0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pl7NXIKFBb4/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZG6LkU0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pl7NXIKFBb4/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663006779462466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh gosh I hate this picture. Perut buncit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZGVb4wvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/J5ACLy1OQSc/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZGVb4wvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/J5ACLy1OQSc/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662996915798770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZGQpzwCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-3i4DniD4ic/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFZGQpzwCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-3i4DniD4ic/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662995632013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-4522887075658256910?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4522887075658256910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-john-annual-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4522887075658256910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4522887075658256910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-john-annual-dinner.html' title='St. John Annual Dinner'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SmFYgIWXq5I/AAAAAAAAAf8/4BHPjCs0ajs/s72-c/IMG_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7325289515145133331</id><published>2009-07-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:43:06.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>BM or English?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ENGLISH OF COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I wonder if you guys have heard that the Ministry have chosen to change Maths and Science back to BM. I totally disagree with this decision I mean, yeah I know it's harder for the people from the villages to learn in English but still, why bother changing to BM when Maths and Science in universities are in English? And I don't think that extra subject, what's it called "EST" (?) is gonna help that much. I'm so annoyed, why can't they just stick to one language for gods sake I mean they keep changing it like what? Every single year or something goshhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And woww, they said that they're gonna make English harder and what,  ummm get retired teachers to teach us and so on and make English a compulsory subject to pass in SPM. Yess, that will help the people from the villages so much right? Wrong -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sighhh, luckily they're starting it in 2012 when I'm form 5. I don't think that they'll change it when you're at your last year right?&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/838995272655507742-7325289515145133331?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7325289515145133331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/bm-or-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7325289515145133331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7325289515145133331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/bm-or-english.html' title='BM or English?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5772522600009964006</id><published>2009-07-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:57:07.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have never been in love, 'till you see the stars reflecting the reservoirs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't go to school yesterday and today, so yesterday I couldn't splash Pbrinda's ass. The reason for me skipping school? I'm sick. I have a flu and a hugeee headache right now and obviously, I'm not fit to go to school right now what with the whole babi flu pandemic. Apparently, a girl who had a slight flu was sent back home a few days ago so why bother going to school anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So since I have quite a lot of free time, I've been doing what I do best. I've been thinking a lot, as usual. I hate the fact that I tend to over-analyze and think to deeply about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And today's topic was my many ambitions. I'm not talking about what I want to be when I grow up, I still have no clue. I'm talking about things I want to learn/do. My whole family knows that I am a very ambitious person, and I bet it's pretty tiring for them to hear me announce to them that I want to learn something new every few seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here are the things that I've wanted to learn for quite a long time and my family's reaction to them and my progress in fulfilling them:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Learn to play the guitar: My brother agreed to teach me, but I haven't progressed at all since he's pretty busy with SPM. He only taught me how to pluck a few songs, I can't strum yet. Parents agreed to send me to guitar lessons but that promise has yet to be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Learn French at the Centre: My parents didn't mind the fact that I want to learn French, they said that it'll be good but they have yet to sign me up for French Classes. I only know a few words in french like "I want my omelette with cheese", "Do you speak in English", "I'm sorry" and you know, the basics from the "Teach Yourself French" book I bought, it's pretty hard to learn a new language yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Learn to play the saxophone: When I told my family that I wanted to learn how to play the saxophone my mum and my sister went on a total lecture about how I shouldn't learn how to play the sax because my "jaw will become square and do I want a square jaw? No right. Do I wanna look like a guy? Nooo." My dad said "Isn't piano enough?" and my bro said "I want to learn too. But, I'm not shocked because as usual, kakak and her ambitions." I still think it doesn't matter if my jaw becomes square and I won't go running to my sister when it does despite the fact that she thinks I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; gonna. Imagine me being able to play the sax, that would be so cool. I mean, I've always wanted to play the sax and in fact, my dad has told me that one of his dreams is to learn how to play the saxophone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Learn Japanese: My brother totally rejects this, I don't know why. I bought a Japanese Phrase Book the other day and I've had loads of fun with Nabila in class because of that book. We'd ask people in Japanese "Are you gay?" and most of them would say "Yes?" HA-HA-HA. And it's funny when you want to say something but since we have to say it pretty fast we end up messing up the whole pronounciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Learn Korean: Again, my brother totally rejects this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Learn to play the harp: My sister rejects this. She thinks it's ridiculous. I haven't told the rest of my family yet but I know pretty well what their reaction would be. It'll be something like "Kakak and her ambitions..." But I think the harp is so coool. When you think of the harp, you immediately think about angels right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's all I can think about right now, what with this headache. I really hope that one day I'll be able to do all of the things above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even if I'm not getting support of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/838995272655507742-5772522600009964006?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5772522600009964006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-have-never-been-in-love-till-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5772522600009964006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5772522600009964006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-have-never-been-in-love-till-you.html' title='You have never been in love, &apos;till you see the stars reflecting the reservoirs.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7759086936494919585</id><published>2009-07-07T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:38:20.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho, Happy Birthday!</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/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SlN4wXUkezI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mEgue5rPqTA/s1600-h/weird+webcam+pic+wit+brenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SlN4wXUkezI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mEgue5rPqTA/s320/weird+webcam+pic+wit+brenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757154162998066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Pbrinda&lt;/span&gt; babehhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Best friends since 7 years old and still counting &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be looking forward to splashing your sorry ass later at school &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*mind my weird face in the picture, I was young and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-7759086936494919585?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7759086936494919585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/hohoho-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7759086936494919585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7759086936494919585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/hohoho-happy-birthday.html' title='Hohoho, Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SlN4wXUkezI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mEgue5rPqTA/s72-c/weird+webcam+pic+wit+brenda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2549870771748806789</id><published>2009-07-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:30:11.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is gonna be long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So a few days ago I went to the zoo because my friends and I wanted to do some volunteer work for our civic project. Elyanie and Nabila slept over my house the night before so that we could all together and we met Nadia at the zoo. I woke up at 6.10 a.m. (I know, unbelievable!) and we left the house at around 7.15 a.m. When we reached the zoo we had breakfast and then met Nadia. After breakfast we waited for our supervisor to arrive and when he did we got a short briefing from him about what we were supposed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were assigned to work in the Reptile Department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nabila was really ecstatic about the fact that we were going to do volunteer work in the Reptile Department, she was practically jumping up and down and beaming like a beaming thing! Ha-ha, I'm just joking, she was absolutely petrified about the thought of even being in 10 miles radius of the reptiles, she was hyperventilating like mad. She hates snakes you see, but I don't see why people hate them so much. Snakes are not slimy their skin just sort of feels like plastic. But whatever, every body is scared of something; like I'm absolutely scared of heights and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ugh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well anyway, back to the zoo, we had to follow this guy and he brought us to the Reptile Department. We got to walk past the 'No Entry' gate, oo-er. He told us to write our names on the registration book and after that he called one of us out so I went since I was the first one to write my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Turns out I had to be separated from the rest and do my volunteer work alone. I had to sweep the area outside the Rats House and I had to sweep inside the Rats House too. My supervisor was this unbelievably cynical guy whom I had a feeling thought I was dumb. At one point he said to me "Awak ni macam tak faham bahasa Melayu." and he laughed just because I couldn't hear him because he and I were sweeping and all I could hear was the sound of us sweeping. I just ignored Mr. Cynical and kept sweeping the mice poop. They're really tiny like chocolate chips and really stinky but I didn't mind at all because the mice were so utterly cute. When I walked past the cages they would come near me and start doing sniffing noises and squeeky micey noises. My heart broke when I found out from Nadia later on that the mice were bread to be snake food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After cleaning the Rats House I had to chop vegetables. I did it for a while only because he could see that I wasn't really good at chopping vegetables. I mean, I don't spend a lot of time in the kitchen. While I was just standing there minding my own business Elyanie, Nadia and Nabila came along and asked him where to throw all the rubbish they collected. I asked them what they were assigned to do and they said that they had to go to the forest part of the zoo (?) and they had to clean the drain and scoop up something that they think is manure. They said that there were so many mosquitos and it was so hot and they were so sweaty. I was kinda relieved because the work I did was done indoors where there are fans so I wasn't that sweaty or tired. After they left and threw the rubbish they came back and said that it was time for a break. My supervisor finished cutting the vegetables by then so he said that we could all go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we left and we initially wanted to head to the cafeteria but we got lost so we went to this cafe place where they sold nothing but milkshakes and ice cream and such. We ordered one chocolate milkshake and one vanilla milkshake and while we waited for the milkshakes we took pictures. The chocolate milkshake came but the vanilla milkshake took such a long time, and since we were running late we decided to just cancel the order but then the person said we couldn't so we just had to take it away. And it wasn't even good so we threw it away. We ran like the wind back to the office because it was already past the time we were supposed to be in the office but when we arrived the supervisor wasn't even there. So we sat for a few minutes and then he came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He brought us to the place where they kept the large tortoise and told me that I was assigned to clean it up. I had to sweep up all the rotten food on the place-where-they-put-the-food and sweep up the dried leaves. Again, I was assigned alone. I asked him if one of my friend's could accompany me but he just laughed again and said "Kenapa? Takut? Takpe la, kamu ada empat kura-kura teman kamu." and he laughed at his own joke. I just went like "Ha-ha." very sarcastically and then he told me go get the broom and plastic and all of us left the place-where-they-kept-the-large-tortoises. He assigned Nabila and Elyanie together to clean the place-where-they-kept-some-species-of-turtles and he assigned Nadia to clean somewhere I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The large tortoises are the cutest things in the whole wide world I tell you. They move so slowly and awww, you should see them yawn. While I was cleaning the shelter people kept eyeballing me like "Why is that girl in that SMDU sports shirt cleaning up the large tortoise shelter?" but I just ignored it. And occasionally some kids would go like "Mama, papa! Kura-kura! Kura-kura gergasi!" so cuteee. I had to stop myself from smiling most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nabila and Elyanie were assigned opposite of me and boy were they noisy. They were screaming and running everywhere and later on I found out that it was because they saw the turtles having sex and then after that (or was it before that?) the turtles started chasing them. They said that the turtles were surprisingly fast, ha-ha. And one guy said to them "Eh, tengok ada spesies baru kura-kura tengah sapu sampah!" ha-ha I find that very lame yet very funny. Speaking of trash, while I was cleaning the shelter, I found 2 shards of broken glass (which suspiciously looked like broken glass from a beer bottle) and a plastic cup. Seriously, the people of Malaysia are unbelievable. What if one of the large tortoises ate the plastic cup? What if one of them got hurt because of the broken glass? Shame on whoever threw it into the shelter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, while we were cleaning we saw Nadia push a wagon and the supervisor walking ahead of her and apparently he said that Nadia was gonna feed the bears. Nabila was like "TAK FAIR NAK IKUT PLEASE PLEASE" but the supervisor just ignored her. Later on we found out that the supervisor was lying and Nadia was gonna feed the goats. She fed the snakes and a few turtles too, lucky her. But whatever, I'm content with cleaning the large tortoise shelter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After what seemed like only 20 minutes but turned out to be 2 hours the supervisor and another supervisor told me that I could throw the trash and feed the tortoises and then I'd be done. At first I didn't really hear them because they were at the other side but I heard them say that I had to feed the tortoises and throw the trash and then I heard one of them say "Kawan kamu akan tolong kamu" then next thing I knew Nadia came into the shelter. She helped me carry the plastic bags of trash and then both of us carried the basket filled with vegetables back to the large tortoise shelter. We had to put the vegetables on two large, flat rocks but the tortoises were kind of restless. One of them wasn't even heading for the rocks, it was heading for the veggies in my hand, so I had to lay the veggies in front of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we were almost done I heard Nabila scream my name and she asked me to wait because she wanted to feed them too. I told her that we were almost done but she insisted so she and Elyanie left their assigned place and ran to the shelter. They fed the tortoises and then we left to the office and took our stuff. While we were feeding the tortoises, Nadia named the slowest tortoise "Zoom" if I'm not mistaken, I kind of forgot and when we passed the shelter we named the other tortoises Dash, Flash and something else I forgot and we started waving goodbye to the tortoises. It was such a sad moment ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had about an hour until Elyanie's mum would arrive so we walked around the zoo looking for orangutans because we love orangutans. I actually wanted to babysit them or something but we didn't get assigned in the Marsupials Department so tough luck. While we were looking for the orangutans Elyanie's mum called and said that she was about to arrive so we had to bolt, so we didn't get to see the orangutans, boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So that was my trip to the zoo. If I could do volunteer work there again, I definitely would. Hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, it's already past 12 a.m. which means it's 7th of July which means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SlIjuoxDvOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/l6bvkBJc3mg/s1600-h/HELLOOOOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SlIjuoxDvOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/l6bvkBJc3mg/s320/HELLOOOOO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355382191021079778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthay My Love &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;사랑해요 순전히&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-2549870771748806789?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2549870771748806789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-gonna-be-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2549870771748806789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2549870771748806789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-gonna-be-long.html' title='This is gonna be long'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SlIjuoxDvOI/AAAAAAAAAfE/l6bvkBJc3mg/s72-c/HELLOOOOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-737920301495748366</id><published>2009-06-27T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:47:54.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a37b1216d2f57f3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da37b1216d2f57f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331615264%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37FC501A4132697EA380ABCF87292A67542154A9.562F356C11AEC9A5A09C821E0200C9EEFC5E4225%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da37b1216d2f57f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxLsq6KU3nhRraOK9liabEgmJsZA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da37b1216d2f57f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331615264%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37FC501A4132697EA380ABCF87292A67542154A9.562F356C11AEC9A5A09C821E0200C9EEFC5E4225%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da37b1216d2f57f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxLsq6KU3nhRraOK9liabEgmJsZA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you M.J! May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we look so funnyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: We know we're not good at dancing. So you don't have to remind us :)&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-737920301495748366?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a37b1216d2f57f3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/737920301495748366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-tribute.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/737920301495748366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/737920301495748366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-tribute.html' title='Michael Jackson Tribute'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7933424967151240599</id><published>2009-06-27T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:01:30.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell the blood of an english man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0Zdwk2_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mJNpbas0vi0/s1600-h/Picture+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0Zdwk2_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mJNpbas0vi0/s320/Picture+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351952450521979890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0ZGRKhxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yVioOc0G9wk/s1600-h/Picture+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0ZGRKhxI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yVioOc0G9wk/s320/Picture+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351952444216215314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha, that lil girl back there, her name is Alisha and she is BREAK DANCING HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0Y3ShfZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tQrveKPnMls/s1600-h/Picture+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0Y3ShfZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tQrveKPnMls/s320/Picture+27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351952440195382674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha Imran konon macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0YiuKFII/AAAAAAAAAd8/djCLvVP37Po/s1600-h/Picture+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0YiuKFII/AAAAAAAAAd8/djCLvVP37Po/s320/Picture+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351952434674144386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FIERCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCtezwOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/k1QiB-l8wTg/s1600-h/Picture+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCtezwOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/k1QiB-l8wTg/s320/Picture+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948761070551266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meltinggggggggg D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCp6WuUI/AAAAAAAAAds/IRLflaqkZOk/s1600-h/Picture+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCp6WuUI/AAAAAAAAAds/IRLflaqkZOk/s320/Picture+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948760112347458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha my current favourite pose. The idiot pose. And guess what's playing in my iPod? HANA YORI DANGO agagagaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCYu5ygI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ymCamJp5xxk/s1600-h/Picture+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCYu5ygI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ymCamJp5xxk/s320/Picture+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948755500911106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a monster hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCLh0QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/m5wpaKGROOA/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxCLh0QaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/m5wpaKGROOA/s320/Picture+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948751956361634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the world looks like when you're drunk. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxB8nycUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pjgh6_pg5Bw/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkXxB8nycUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pjgh6_pg5Bw/s320/Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948747954876738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what happens when your niece gets a new webcam ha-ha.&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-7933424967151240599?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7933424967151240599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-smell-blood-of-english-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7933424967151240599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7933424967151240599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-smell-blood-of-english-man.html' title='I smell the blood of an english man!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkX0Zdwk2_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mJNpbas0vi0/s72-c/Picture+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6192015333280286545</id><published>2009-06-25T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:35:43.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You look like the Fride of Brankenstein"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Goshhhh, my stomach hurts so much from laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I AM SO HILARIOUS WHEN I'M NOT EVEN TRYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But when I am trying people end up laughing at me not with me HA-HA.&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/838995272655507742-6192015333280286545?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6192015333280286545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-look-like-fride-of-brankenstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6192015333280286545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6192015333280286545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-look-like-fride-of-brankenstein.html' title='&quot;You look like the Fride of Brankenstein&quot;'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6489573822559453036</id><published>2009-06-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:23:36.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu &amp; Golek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roddysrockinreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/transformers2bw01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 487px;" src="http://roddysrockinreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/transformers2bw01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.12 pm and I'm at home which means no school for me today, yippeee! I've been up since 11 something downloading episodes of Boys Over Flowers and Hana Yori Dango and syncing them into my iPod. It takes like 2 hours to download one frigging episode which is much too long. And I still can't play Pet Society because of some bizarre reason I don't know why. I hope snowy is doing alright :(( Technology stresses the poop out of me sometimes. Everything is just so slowwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Can't wait to watch Transformers 2! My brother watched it last night and he said it was absolutely awesomeeeee. It must be weird for Shia Labeouf since Megan Fox is a guy and he has to kiss her- I mean him.&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/838995272655507742-6489573822559453036?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6489573822559453036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/batu-golek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6489573822559453036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6489573822559453036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/batu-golek.html' title='Batu &amp; Golek'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6043750478260290707</id><published>2009-06-24T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:14:44.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you're just standing there while my tears run down my face,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea why but I feel like bursting out in tears now. And I'm not even watching a stupid, sad, depressing movie or something I'm just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gosh, what is going on with me?! I don't think even Kim Bum's voice can cheer me up. I really don't want to go to school tomorrow, it's such a waste of time going to school and not studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wanna stay at home tomorrow and maybe even get started on my sejarah folio and my civic project (in which I am unbelievably the leader of, told you you guys would regret it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, got my placing in class today. A pretty bad improvement, from number 25 I got number 21 in class this term. Bad news is my grades dropped by 1.56% which is just plain frustrating. I mean I studied harder this term so my grades should be at least 1.56% better not 1.56% lower. Good news is that I'm not getting kicked out of my class for not obtaining 75% and above in this exam.  I got 74% which is exactly 1% lower than the percentage wanted. And it's all because of my bloody maths marks. Whatever, whatever, I should be thankful I didn't fail anything, oh wait I did! I failed Art but then again who didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not to be emotional or anything but I just feel like everything is going wrong, and I don't even think anything is going wrong I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;like it is. Yes, I'm in that kind of mood.&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/838995272655507742-6043750478260290707?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6043750478260290707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-youre-just-standing-there-while-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6043750478260290707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6043750478260290707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-youre-just-standing-there-while-my.html' title='And you&apos;re just standing there while my tears run down my face,'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7356218401959860125</id><published>2009-06-23T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:04:44.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-and after all, you're my wonderwallllllll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkESCGWkWhI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0HYiB0-fW9w/s1600-h/LkPJ3UJlel7bu1n0pbrq1svuo1_400-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkESCGWkWhI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0HYiB0-fW9w/s320/LkPJ3UJlel7bu1n0pbrq1svuo1_400-pola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350577659567168018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In contrast to what I said in the earlier post, I didn't spend the whole day playing with the Poladroid. I only did one picture, which is the picture above. I can't figure out why the colour is a bit off; the pictures in the site look normal but hey, the picture looks sort of dreamy doesn't it? And I like dreamy eg. Kim Bum's voice agagaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I kind of just lulled around the house doing nothing and the day kind of passed in a haze. Like I was in a dream-like state. I wasn't completely bored yet I wasn't exactly doing anything at all just... chilling. This is pretty weird because I'm the type of person who gets bored easily, or at least people (my sister) say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder how the swine flu pandemic is going on. I wonder how school went today. Did they get homework? Did they even study? According to a friend from tuition whom went to school today (or to be precise, yesterday) she said that the school was practically empty and more than half the people in her class were absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't feel like going to school tomorrow, I don't mind doing nothing for another day. But, Nabila's going to school so I guess I should go since I'm such a good friend and I wouldn't want my friend to spend a whole day of school without&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my &lt;/span&gt;company in class do I? I mean a day without me can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty boring&lt;/span&gt; you know, ha-ha! In case you guys don't know, I'm joking. I'm pretty sure my friends won't even realise I'm absent except for Nabila whom sits next to me (another joke, or is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm guessing tomorrow school's gonna be like a ghost town. Nothing but silence. Silence creeps me out, I'd rather be in a room full of screaming people than in a room which has nothing at all but silence. The type of silence where you can even hear every single beat of your heart and your senses are on red alert and... okayy, how did I go from talking about school to talking about my fear of utter silence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;P.S: What's so wrong about watching dramas in a foreign language? I sincerely don't get what's wrong about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gosh, don't spread the dread man. Keep it to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-7356218401959860125?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7356218401959860125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-after-all-youre-my-wonderwallllllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7356218401959860125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7356218401959860125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-after-all-youre-my-wonderwallllllll.html' title='-and after all, you&apos;re my wonderwallllllll.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SkESCGWkWhI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0HYiB0-fW9w/s72-c/LkPJ3UJlel7bu1n0pbrq1svuo1_400-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-514200310607421395</id><published>2009-06-22T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:22:31.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babi Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yeinjee.com/discovery/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/pig-feeding-hampshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 253px;" src="http://yeinjee.com/discovery/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/pig-feeding-hampshire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to school today and practically half the school weren't there. Only 21 students were present in my class today which meant that we didn't really study. So it's like free period the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Not going to school tomorrow, scared I'll get the babi flu (pshhh excuses). I had a fever last Saturday and I was so damn scared I had been infected with the swine flu but thankfully after I had two panadols, my temperature dropped and I'm fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently addicted to KIM BUM's song "I'm Going To Meet Her". Can't stop listening to it again and againnn. His voice is so damn nice and dreamy mann, you can even melt by listening to his voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, and only a few moments ago, I downloaded this application called Poladroid. It's so damn cute and coollllll. It turns pictures to polaroid pictures. A great substitute for my Booey Cheese for the time being since I've finished all 70(?) films. I miss using Booey Cheese, really hope Booey Cheese doesn't feel abandoned :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay here's how Poladroid works, you drag the picture to the polaroid and then your picture comes out incomplete so you have to wait or shake the picture until the picture develops. You can tell it develops when there is a 'ting' sound but you can save the semi-completed pictures if you want to. I prefer the semi-completed ones than the completed ones because the completed ones look a bit too bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For example;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sj-7C2L2NMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/g1Q8mlWlOeo/s1600-h/ohhhhhhhhh-pola03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sj-7C2L2NMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/g1Q8mlWlOeo/s320/ohhhhhhhhh-pola03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200539918775490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Completed Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sj-7DKYrkuI/AAAAAAAAAck/yLOH_dwkjVo/s1600-h/ohhhhhhhhh-pola02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sj-7DKYrkuI/AAAAAAAAAck/yLOH_dwkjVo/s320/ohhhhhhhhh-pola02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200545341313762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semi-completed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think the incomplete version looks nicer? I love playing with Poladroid, it's really fun ha-ha. Guess I'll be playing with this the whole day tomorrow since I can't be a Couch Potato anymore because I just finished watching Boys Over Flowers *whole family cheers loudly in hearing this news*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA I. Am. So. Lifeless.&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-514200310607421395?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/514200310607421395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/babi-flu_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/514200310607421395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/514200310607421395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/babi-flu_22.html' title='Babi Flu'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Sj-7C2L2NMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/g1Q8mlWlOeo/s72-c/ohhhhhhhhh-pola03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5430596772929102025</id><published>2009-06-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:05:34.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy mata juling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SjvAPOvPAXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mI6VVH_wRYA/s1600-h/snowy+mata+juling.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SjvAPOvPAXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mI6VVH_wRYA/s320/snowy+mata+juling.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349080350319378802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ha-ha snowy looks so cute cross eyeddddd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love my snowy so much I wish I had a real cat :((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SjvDtrUrosI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-q3whhO2c0o/s1600-h/SO+CUTE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SjvDtrUrosI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-q3whhO2c0o/s320/SO+CUTE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349084171923595970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;AWWWWW SO CUTE. I WISH I HAD A REAL CAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE MUMMEHHHH PLEASEEEEEEEE.&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/838995272655507742-5430596772929102025?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5430596772929102025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/snowy-mata-juling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5430596772929102025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5430596772929102025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/snowy-mata-juling.html' title='Snowy mata juling'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SjvAPOvPAXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mI6VVH_wRYA/s72-c/snowy+mata+juling.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8903136717385884904</id><published>2009-06-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:05:52.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuhteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Had a pretty normal birthday today, thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, really means a lot to me, love you guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And to everyone who were gonna splash me after school. HA-HA, sorry I was too fast for you guys. Mannn, was I running like the wind! I think that was the first time in 14 years I actually RAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just got back from a delicious dinner at Top Hats, this restaurant in KL. Absolutely love the food there although the servings look like they're meant for infants. And I got a surprise birthday present from my mummehhh; A necklace and a bracelet from Perlini's Silver. Both the necklace and bracelet have one silver Star-shaped pendant(?) and I absolutely love it. My mum is an absolute genius when it comes to buying presents and  I loveeeee that about her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Will post pictures of the dinner right after I process the films, which may take a while ha-ha. Don't be shocked if there is a post in the next 6 months entitled "Long overdue birthday pictures".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm pretty tired now, so I'm just gonna end it here and go watch some Korean dramas. My lovely Kim Bum is waiting for me ;p&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/838995272655507742-8903136717385884904?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8903136717385884904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuhteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8903136717385884904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8903136717385884904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuhteen.html' title='Fuhteen'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5430963315821030318</id><published>2009-06-16T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:31:06.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4 things you can never take back;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the stone after the throw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the occasion after the loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the time after it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the words after it's said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On a much more depressing note, I've got to buck up on my studies. So far I've only gotten let's see umm, 2 C's (math and KH) 1 B (Geo) 1 possible B (Sejarah) and only 2 A's (BM and BI). Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, please Science, bring me good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And oh gosh, I don't even want to think about Agama. Oh the agony of being so dumb!&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/838995272655507742-5430963315821030318?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5430963315821030318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons-with-daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5430963315821030318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5430963315821030318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons-with-daddy.html' title='Lessons with Daddy'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1551698435607001456</id><published>2009-06-15T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:08:51.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the insanityyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Holidays is over and school is back. I hate school. Gosh, how will I live with marks as bad as mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I need all the support I can get right now to not spiral into depression. Kim Bum oh Kim Bum where are you when I need you ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/332/a/6/Who__s_a_Sad_Panda__by_moochacha26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 479px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/332/a/6/Who__s_a_Sad_Panda__by_moochacha26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&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/838995272655507742-1551698435607001456?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1551698435607001456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-insanityyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1551698435607001456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1551698435607001456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-insanityyyyyy.html' title='Stop the insanityyyyyy!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6938978997776579624</id><published>2009-06-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:57:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh-o-jee</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/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Si_iiIaJ0zI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fqM3rCh69gQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Si_iiIaJ0zI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fqM3rCh69gQ/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345740358712677170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Look at what my dearest boyfriend did for me! Isn't he the sweetest? He calls me 'Yana' as in 'Yana' from my name 'Elyana' because sadly, he can't really pronounce both my nicknames Shahira and Lyana correctly. He pronounces them as 'Sa-hee-ra and Ley-aa-na' (how cute right?) Since he can't pronounce them he decided to take the 'Yana' out of 'Elyana' and made a new nickname for me which only he uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sadly I don't see him quite often because he is too busy with photoshoots and acting and such. But I know even though he is miles and miles away from me he still loves me, and I love him too :)&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/838995272655507742-6938978997776579624?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6938978997776579624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosh-o-jee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6938978997776579624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6938978997776579624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/gosh-o-jee.html' title='Gosh-o-jee'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/Si_iiIaJ0zI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fqM3rCh69gQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-8835936888732372255</id><published>2009-06-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:54:46.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pshhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.tumblr.com/EdrnVZxHCmrqva3zJckNA9zAo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/EdrnVZxHCmrqva3zJckNA9zAo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find them so super duper sweet!&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/838995272655507742-8835936888732372255?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/8835936888732372255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-find-them-so-super-duper-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8835936888732372255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/8835936888732372255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-find-them-so-super-duper-sweet.html' title='Pshhhh'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-7265500683350297777</id><published>2009-06-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:40:27.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BUT IT'S OKAY IF YOU HAVE A CURLY CURLY PERM"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just finished watching "Hana Yori Dango". 2 seasons and a movie, and I absolutely loved every second of it. And the ending was so sweet, when Makino told Domyouji that she was pregnant. I repeated that scene again and again and I kept saying "So sweeeeeeeet!" again and again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I even got my mum hooked on this show too but she only watched the last episode and 3/4 of the movie. When I stopped repeating the scene where Makino told Domyouji that she was pregnant, my mum said to me "Well, lets hope you'll find someone that loves you that much when you're older. Just like how much your daddy loves me!" and she left the room ahaha. I hope so too Mummy :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm so gonna get both series on DVD so that I can watch it whenever I want and not wait for such a long time. Hint hint people, birthday gift? HAHA.&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/838995272655507742-7265500683350297777?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/7265500683350297777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-its-okay-if-you-have-curly-curly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7265500683350297777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/7265500683350297777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-its-okay-if-you-have-curly-curly.html' title='&quot;BUT IT&apos;S OKAY IF YOU HAVE A CURLY CURLY PERM&quot;'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2073501295786875758</id><published>2009-06-04T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:08:08.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it and weep,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/398535088_bdd7b9cbe5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 249px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/398535088_bdd7b9cbe5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So while everyone is at the mall having fun and watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;17 AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(damn it I wanna watch that movie), I'm stuck at home because of some stupid unexplainable rashes sorta thing on my hands that don't itch but hurt. I started getting them yesterday; my hands went all red and if I put water on my hands, my hands would start to sting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So what am I to do since I'm all alone and pretty close to dying of boredom? Well, what else? I'm watching my newest addiction 'Hana Yori Dango'. I absolutely love this show, it's funny and it's sad and it's kinda of irritating at times which of course, makes it a perfect drama series. A big, huge thanks to Sarah for introducing this show to me! I love you Sarah &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SijuZZlcFPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pXhNaC_fgxQ/s1600-h/490689815_c51e972aaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/SijuZZlcFPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pXhNaC_fgxQ/s320/490689815_c51e972aaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343783078007149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That's Domyouji, the lead guy in the show. At first I hated him because he was so annoying and mean and violent but then as I watched the show, I began to like him and now he's my favourite out of all of the guys. I think it's because he's so brooding and I have to admit, I like brooding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2651283789_a7192cbfdf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 168px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2651283789_a7192cbfdf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This guy on the other hand was my favourite out of all the guys in the beginning but now not so, I find him quite annoying sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2965198130_205e6178bf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2965198130_205e6178bf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aren't they the cutesttttttt! The girl Makino is soooooo pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, I really really am addicted to this series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-2073501295786875758?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2073501295786875758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-it-and-weep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2073501295786875758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2073501295786875758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-it-and-weep.html' title='Watch it and weep,'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/398535088_bdd7b9cbe5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3641117546358233125</id><published>2009-06-03T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:46:31.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expelliarmus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Harry%20Potter%20and%20the%20Goblet%20of%20Fire-15-300-Robert%20Pattinson%20and%20Katie%20Leung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 465px;" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Harry%20Potter%20and%20the%20Goblet%20of%20Fire-15-300-Robert%20Pattinson%20and%20Katie%20Leung.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gosh, I miss reading the Harry Potter series! I'm not ashamed to admit that I am a total Harry Potter geek; I used to remember all of the spells, all of the creatures and everything about all of the characters in the book. I'm not kidding because I remember my dad would ask me questions about Harry Potter in the car and I'd start rambling on and on about Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heck, after I finished reading the last book, ha-ha I can't believe I'm admitting this to everyone but I felt depressed for like 1 whole week HA-HA. And I had a folder full of pictures from the Harry Potter movies (which mostly consisted of pictures of Cedric Diggory, ha-ha even then I was in love with Robert Pattinson), which are now all gone by the way because I sent this computer (the one in my room) for fixing and it came back totally empty. All my files goneee! Fortunately, I backed up all of my songs (or atleast most of it), a few pictures and my stories in my external hard disk drive. Thank god we bought it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to the Harry Potter thingy, I just feel like I should read the Harry Potter series again, although I've read all of it 6 times. In fact, I read Harry Potter and the Chambers of Secrets upside down once; that's how obsessed I was. Now I don't really remember much about the Harry Potter series and I'm determined not to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The reason I'm suddenly going on and on about Harry Potter is because I tried to do a Harry Potter quiz in facebook but I didn't know ANYTHING about it. It was a bloody hard one. The other Harry Potter quizzes I did, I did quite well but that one really caught me off guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can't wait for the movie Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince! Half Blood Prince is after all my favourite out of all the books in the Harry Potter series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.costumzee.com/view/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/harry-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 519px;" src="http://www.costumzee.com/view/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/harry-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish this post of with the trailer for the movie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0Jv5DFQW4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L0Jv5DFQW4M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-3641117546358233125?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3641117546358233125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/expelliarmus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3641117546358233125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3641117546358233125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/expelliarmus.html' title='Expelliarmus!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2661102487648199614</id><published>2009-06-02T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:49:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, I cannot believe my luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pic.eslite.com/Upload/Product/200811/m/633622666101363750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 256px;" src="http://pic.eslite.com/Upload/Product/200811/m/633622666101363750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Say hello to Krum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got a Diana F+ Chromiac as an early birthday present from my whole family. My family is paying RM300 for it so the balance of it I have to pay with my own money but still, at least I got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I decided to name it Krum (no, not after Viktor Krum from Harry Potter) because it sounds a bit like 'Chrom' as in 'Chromiac' which is the name of the camera only I changed the 'Ch' in 'Chrom' to a 'K' and instead of the letter 'o' it's 'u'. Okay sounds a bit confusing but bottom line is, I named the camera Krum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Still working out how to use Krum but hey, that's the fun of it. Can't wait to process the film to see the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I cannot believe how lucky I've been nowadays. Almost all of my wishes have been coming true and I'm so thankful for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh and on a completely unrelated note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/04/21/alg_shaheen_jafargholi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 199px;" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2009/04/21/alg_shaheen_jafargholi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SHAHEEN WHY DIDN'T YOU WINNNNN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know the show was quite a long time ago but stilll, I love his voice. Can't stop singing the song 'Who's Lovin' You' which is the song he sang.He is so cuteeee! (in a little brother kind of way not in a he-is-so-cute-I'm-drooling-over-him kinda way) I love his dimplessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-2661102487648199614?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2661102487648199614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-i-cannot-believe-my-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2661102487648199614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2661102487648199614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-i-cannot-believe-my-luck.html' title='Boy, I cannot believe my luck'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-4754122558393529059</id><published>2009-06-01T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:12:00.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSFMmkMfQ5Q&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; WAIT FOR NEW MOON. ROBERT PATTINSON LOOKS SO GORGEOUS IN NEW MOON,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;and Taylor Lautner doesn't look so bad either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I bet you're happy I said something good about him Eness)&lt;/span&gt;. Kristen Stewart looks so much better in New Moon, actually all of them look better in New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high expectations for New Moon and I doubt that it'll let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Although I imagined the werewolves to look a lot more scary but it still looks good though.&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/838995272655507742-4754122558393529059?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/4754122558393529059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4754122558393529059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/4754122558393529059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-801836646821127189</id><published>2009-05-31T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:05:25.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2902192276_941f891ac0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 212px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2902192276_941f891ac0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;June is finally here which means 19th June is coming up which means my birthday is coming up! I can't wait for my birthday! I especially can't wait for all the presents I'm going to get, ha-ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Take note people: 19th June, a very special day indeed!&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/838995272655507742-801836646821127189?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/801836646821127189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/june-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/801836646821127189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/801836646821127189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/june-baby.html' title='June baby'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/2902192276_941f891ac0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1916954245396550162</id><published>2009-05-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:58:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Ballad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DbaJgSkDVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DbaJgSkDVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Got nothing to prove, I'm not your whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; You're gonna lose, coz I got more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Not sure you can endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I'm not your little, I'm not your little, I'm not your little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Whore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Von Iva: Whore whore whore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Zooey: Not your late night booty call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Von Iva: Whore no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Zooey: Don't call me past11pm, it won't happen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Like a scab that won't heal, just another sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Lost face in the crowd such a lonely bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Don't call me past 11pm, it won't happen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Happened once, it happened twice it happened three times, maybe four times, maybe five times, maybe, maybe it happened six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; times but it won't happen seven times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; No no no no no no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Whore whore whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Not your late night booty call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Whore no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Don't call me past 11pm it won't happen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You could call me at 10.59 but don't call me at 11 coz that's my rule now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAHA THIS SONG IS SO FUNNY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me, my sister and Nabila's new favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our favourite part is when Zooey goes like "You could call me at 10.59 but don't call me at 11 'cause that's my rule now" and puts her fist in the air and makes that funny face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha, I can watch this all day longggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OH AND I CANNOT BELIEVE AARON JOHNSON IS DATING A 42 YEAR OLD DIRECTOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This gorgeous guy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fuckyeahaaronjohnson.tumblr.com/photo/1280/110513047/1/e7eXKRw0Nnpq1832pVyFVlBo"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 488px;" src="http://fuckyeahaaronjohnson.tumblr.com/photo/1280/110513047/1/e7eXKRw0Nnpq1832pVyFVlBo" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is reportedly going out with;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://17.media.tumblr.com/e7eXKRw0NnpqoapgInH8Ub3go1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/e7eXKRw0NnpqoapgInH8Ub3go1_250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Director Sam Taylor-wood is reportedly dating the teenage actor she cast to star in a new movie about John Lennon’s childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taylor-Wood, 42, stepped out with 19-year-old Aaron Johnson on the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival in France on Sunday night to promote forthcoming film Nowhere Boy, which chronicles the late Beatle’s formative years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And London’s Evening Standard reports they are a couple, and have been dating for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A source tells the publication, “From the start Aaron was dead set on her… Sam resisted it for a long time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taylor-Wood split from her art dealer husband Jay Jopling last year."- http://aaron-johnson.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"At the bash following the premiere of The Unloved, Sam openly kissed 19-year-old Aaron Johnson, who plays John Lennon in her biopic, Nowhere Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our spy says: “They were all over each other. Lily was right next to them but Sam didn’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“She and Aaron looked very sweet together. Sam has so moved on. She was lapping up her new man.” Obviously!"-- http://aaron-johnson.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really hope this isn't trueeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, you know what they say; love is blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I still hope it's not true though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/838995272655507742-1916954245396550162?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1916954245396550162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-ballad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1916954245396550162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1916954245396550162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet-ballad.html' title='Sweet Ballad'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-2948924866549382650</id><published>2009-05-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:17:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I present to you, BOOEY CHEESE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://littlejunkyard.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/fuji-instax-mini-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://littlejunkyard.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/fuji-instax-mini-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, I have an Instant Film Camera! And it's the one you see up there. Actually, I've had it since 2 weeks ago but I was so stressed up about my exams, I forgot to blog about it. It's name is Booey Cheese by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys are thinking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Booey Cheese? Why in the world would you name a camera Booey Cheese?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a simple explanation to that; it's named after my late pet fighting fish "Blueey" but instead of naming it "Blueey" I named it "Booey" and "Cheese" in "Booey Cheese" is courtesy of my brother because you know, people always say "Cheeseeeee!" for some bizarre reason when they're about to take pictures. So that's how the name Booey Cheese got to be. I know it's kinda weird but I still love that name *sticks tongue out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/ShzkkmiPLxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NBTPe4P11uQ/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/ShzkkmiPLxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NBTPe4P11uQ/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340394575625137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The historic first picture taken with Booey Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next camera to buy in my list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroid One&lt;br /&gt;And maybe even a Diana Instant Back+ (not so sure if I should get it or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a list as if I can actually afford all of those cameras. Well, a girl can dream right?&lt;br /&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/838995272655507742-2948924866549382650?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/2948924866549382650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-present-to-you-booey-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2948924866549382650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/2948924866549382650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-present-to-you-booey-cheese.html' title='I present to you, BOOEY CHEESE.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/ShzkkmiPLxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NBTPe4P11uQ/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-6463805868607363446</id><published>2009-05-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:20:07.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this just fantasy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/ShbAFhLy4qI/AAAAAAAAAbs/a1bl9WA8KYo/s1600-h/new+and+improved.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/ShbAFhLy4qI/AAAAAAAAAbs/a1bl9WA8KYo/s320/new+and+improved.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338665609334022818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"OH COLE MOHR MOHR MOHR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The reason I haven't been posting anything is that I've been so busy studying since it's exam week now. It's more than a week of sheer agony I tell you. This term I'm glad to say that I studied more (which doesn't necessarily mean that I studied my butt off. I just studied more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And after what seemed like a billion years, the weekends are here which explains why I'm blogging now. But alas, it will not be a fun-filled weekend. I still have to study for exams; unfortunately exam is not over yet. So yeah, tonight is resting time but only for tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So far we've done 10 papers, which are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-BM (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-BM (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-BI(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-BI (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Maths (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Maths (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Science (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Science (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Agama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Which leaves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-KH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Sivic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Seni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-PJK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Which basically means that all of the important subjects are done, except for KH and Sejarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All of the papers that I've sat for so far were okay except for bloody maths. I HATE MATHS SO MUCH. I guess the reason I couldn't really answer the questions were  I'm ashamed to say largely due to the fact that    on the night before the exam, I watched American Idol (YAY KRIS ALLEN WON) and The Simpsons Movie. But still, math is just so bloody confusing. I swear, when I was revising I didn't see anything but numbers that didn't make sense to me whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I will not be shocked (okay maybe I'd be a tiny bit shocked) if I flunk math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gosh, I hate exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And to think the people who created exams created them JUST SO THAT THEY COULD MAKE MORE MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's true, it says so in the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Girls Are Best!"&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;fieldset&gt;&lt;span&gt;"If you don't like exams, blame the Chinese men who first created them in 587, or the Cambridge University Professors (all boys) who, in 1792, gave the first written exam in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; so they could make some more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Imagine, life without exam. TOTAL BLISS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-6463805868607363446?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/6463805868607363446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-this-just-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6463805868607363446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/6463805868607363446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-this-just-fantasy.html' title='Is this just fantasy?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh61fsMFkYc/ShbAFhLy4qI/AAAAAAAAAbs/a1bl9WA8KYo/s72-c/new+and+improved.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-1550633251045620943</id><published>2009-05-11T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:49:36.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain has officially gone nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm doing my homework now, and I think I've been using my brain too much (although I have only been doing this essay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why? Well, I lost my train of though just now. I wrote "The winner of the Big Walk in the Girls Category is Lyana Cullendran* yang berusia 14 tahun d-" notice the mistake I just made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was writing an essay in ENGLISH, and I suddenly started writing in BAHASA MELAYU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ha-ha-ha-di-ha-ha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;vair vair amusant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*I couldn't think of another name *snickers mischieviously*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/838995272655507742-1550633251045620943?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/1550633251045620943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brain-has-officially-gone-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1550633251045620943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/1550633251045620943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-brain-has-officially-gone-nuts.html' title='My brain has officially gone nuts'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-3812093775846107968</id><published>2009-05-11T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:25:07.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's an angel for sure, but that remains to be seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Looks can be very deceiving.&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/838995272655507742-3812093775846107968?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/3812093775846107968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-angel-for-sure-but-that-remains-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3812093775846107968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/3812093775846107968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-angel-for-sure-but-that-remains-to.html' title='She&apos;s an angel for sure, but that remains to be seen'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-459879707300912462</id><published>2009-05-08T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:58:12.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight of the world, on my shoulders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This week has been incredibly stressful and hectic and aghhhhhh-all over the place. I had tons and tons and tons of homework due this week that I hadn't even started on because of my stupidity and my mentioned-more-than-a-billion-times-in-this-blog-lazy-bumness. I really really really regret being such a lazy bum. Because of it, I was stressing out every single day about my formative marks.  This week I have said;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Will I or will I not get formative marks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's it- 10 marks lost! Gone, gone, gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I am soooooo stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and other phrases that are similar to those above about a zillion times. Sorry to everyone who had to hear me ramble and ramble about how I'm not gonna get any formative marks and thus, I may get no A's at all. You guys (I mean Nabila especially) were great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I had to finish up my Seni Folio which I mentioned in the previous post, finish up 2 BM essays and an English essay and 2 English summaries and a few Mathematics works and Agama notes and Science notes which I hadn't done for the past week or two by this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I managed to finish my Seni Folio by Wednesday (which was a day after the day I planned to hand it in) and I was quite pleased with it. I only managed to pass up my 2 BM essays today around 10 minutes before school ended and I still haven't finished my Agama notes but we still had to pass those up. I managed to finish my Science notes and that's a huge relief because I have yet to pass up all my English assignments and my Mathematics homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Which leaves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-2 summaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-An essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-and a few maths homeworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The hugest burden of all were the BM essays because I had been working on it for 4 days or so. Everyone kept saying "Shahira, you've been doing that essay for so long.". The reason? I had to get a head start on my Science notes which were way behind and well, I've been having writer's block lately. Oh yeah, and not to mention, I LEFT MY KARANGAN BOOK UNDER MY DESK. WHY DO I ALWAYS LEAVE STUFF THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Usually it's quite easy for me to write an essay but nowadays I'll get stuck midway. I'll be like "Wait, how do you say _____" "No wait, what's that word..." "What should I say?!" "Now what?" Very, very stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I initially finished the second essay out of the 2 essays and just when I was starting to celebrate Zara pointed out to me that my essay seemed short so she counted my words and I only had 149 words whereas the required number of words is 180! That's a HUGE difference. I guess I was so used to my essays being longer than it was supposed to be. I was totally bummed after that and I had to re-do it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Finally, at around 6.35 p.m. today which is 15 minutes before school ends by the way, I finished it and Elyanie and I went to pass up our essays together. The minute I left the Teacher's Office I felt like the weight of the world (or rather 3/4 of the world, I still have work to do) was off my shoulders. I was so happy I began singing "The hills are alive with the sound of PANTSSSSS!" (the 'pants' courtesy of Dave the Laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tonight I want to relax. Get all the stress out of me. Let all the nuts and bolts in me unhinge (is that how you say it? Okay, I'll worry about that later, r-e-l-a-x) and just relax...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Which basically means that I'm going to have a sleeping marathon tonight! 13 hours (hopefully) of pure bliss. I'm gonna slumber the night away and dream about lovely things that'll make me wake up smiling.&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/838995272655507742-459879707300912462?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/459879707300912462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-of-world-on-my-shoulders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/459879707300912462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/459879707300912462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-of-world-on-my-shoulders.html' title='The weight of the world, on my shoulders.'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-5072777329972867512</id><published>2009-05-04T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:49:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am stuck here doing my way, way overdue Seni Folio and I of course, have no idea how to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so, I have irresponsibly taken advantage of my supposed use-the-computer-for-the-folio-and-nothing-else time and instead of doing the folio, I am looking at pictures at flickr. And it's all because of the folio, I mean if it weren't for the fact that I have to look for pictures I wouldn't have gone to flickr.com anyway... maybe. I don't know why but I just love to go to flickr.com and type in random stuff and see what comes out. It's like Dani and her love of googling stuff. Instead of googling, I flickr it. And the pictures there are just so goddamn beautiful, it makes me envy the people for making such unbelievable, jaw dropping works of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And some pictures are funny too. I searched the word 'marbles' in flickr because I needed a picture of marbles in my folio and for some reason there weren't many pictures of marbles. In fact, one of the pictures was a picture of a cat airborne with it's front legs outstretched and it's mouth open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And of course being so addicted to polaroids, I flickred (no it's not a word) the word 'polaroid' and I don't know why, it makes me feel good even though I don't have one and may never have one in my whole entire life. I noticed that polaroid pictures are slightly faded which my dad has mentioned before. He said that that's why he didn't really approve of me getting a polaroid because the  colour will fade. But I love the fact that it fades; kinda gives it that vintage, old stuff air to it doesn't it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Besides, I absolutely love old stuff. Call me old fashioned but if I could have it my way, I'd rather have a photo album full of pictures rather than a computer filled with folders and folders of pictures, I'd rather have shelves filled with books rather than a computer filled with ebooks and I'd rather have books filled with stories I've written than a computer filled with documents of stories I've typed.  Makes me feel like I actually accomplished something worthwhile. If it were all in my computer I'd feel pissed off and annoyed by my computer because an alert would keep popping out saying "Your Disk Drive Is Very Low On Space!". How do I know that? Because my computer is like that now and it's annoying. Plus the fact that I can't touch files of pictures, ebooks and documents. I like seeing my stuff in solid form, not through a monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I can't deny it, I love me some high-tech stuff now and then too. I'm sort of stuck in the middle; I love old stuff like typewriters, Polaroid cameras, old books and such but I also love high-tech stuff like iPods, laptops and the works. Sometimes I wonder if I have a multiple personality disorder. I mean I love the idea of living independently in a city where you can mind your own business and nobody would care what you do but on the other hand, I also love the idea of living in the countryside where it's all calm and quite and everyone knows everyone. And I don't know whether I should pursue a career that has something to do with science or I should pursue a career as an author when I grow up. Totally different things, one uses the right side of my brain, and one uses the left side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thinking about all of this makes me somewhat anxious and worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But hey, I just remembered. I needn't worry now. I still have a few years to go, I mean I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; only 14 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why but I feel so calm and serene right now. Like I just did yoga or something (although I've never done yoga before) I have a feeling it's because I'm still 14 and I don't have to worry about all the life changing stuff adults have to worry about. Being a teenager is awesome and I shall live it up before entering the adult world or as some might call it 'the real world'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hummmmm... hummmm..." that is what's going on in my head now. Just hums and crickets and birds chirping and... Ah, I spoke too soon. Massive stomache ache ow, ow and owwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was starting to feel all calm. Ahh, ho hum pig's bum.&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/838995272655507742-5072777329972867512?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/5072777329972867512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5072777329972867512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/5072777329972867512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-838995272655507742.post-697296861657668913</id><published>2009-05-02T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:08:17.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Models and models galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Since I'm so bored to death, I decided to go to Models.com and check out the male models there and you know what I have just realised? Most of them look slightly like girls, seriously. Except for these guys right here, they're my favourites;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.models.com/i/db/2008/8/1045/1045-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 600px;" src="http://i.models.com/i/db/2008/8/1045/1045-500w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jeremy's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;steel blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;square jawed handsomeness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and intensity all serve as a magnet for clients like Burberry and the host of blue chip designers that lined up to book him for men's shows F/W 09."-models.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;AJ Abualrub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tranism.com/weblog/images/AJ_Abualrub_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://www.tranism.com/weblog/images/AJ_Abualrub_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One of the first Ford/V Man magazine finalists, the strikingly handsome American with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;ice blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has an undefinable charisma, a sentiment certainly shared by Calvin Klein as AJ fronts their S/S 09 campaign. A wrestler brimming with the athlete's self confidence, AJ brings a much needed frisson of energy to the industry."-models.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And the Top Male Model; Mathias Lauridsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sgtpeppers.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/mathias_lauridsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 508px;" src="http://sgtpeppers.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/mathias_lauridsen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Mathias is male modeling's all purpose man, mastering the art of runway, editorials AND campaigns. After being one of the most consistent male models in the last three years, Mathias has flourished into full blue chip stardom this season as the point man for Gucci S/S 07. Logging multiple campaigns for six seasons in a row, this man is the very definition of "fixture" in the male modeling business. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All hail&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;-models.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; God, they are so good looking. I'm going all jelloid just by looking at their pictures. It's unfair how they can be so good looking but hey, they probably have egos the size of Earth itself. Probably, but it'll be better if they didn't but you know, I've never heard of a male model that doesn't have egos, I mean guys who aren't even THAT good looking have egos too but... oh no I'm starting to sound like one of those extreme feminists. I mean I am a feminist but I don't want to be an EXTREME feminists because well, I don't look down on guys that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Mum and Dad, if you're reading this, don't worry. I didn't see anything explicit in Models.com. Your child here is still clean and she plans to be that way for the rest of her life.&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/838995272655507742-697296861657668913?l=iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/feeds/697296861657668913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/models-and-models-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/697296861657668913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/838995272655507742/posts/default/697296861657668913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotthatnaive.blogspot.com/2009/05/models-and-models-galore.html' title='Models and models galore!'/><author><name>Shahira Elyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09507992344845283989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1vQoU7kdWK8/Ty_jFyS_pWI/AAAAAAAAArU/buQvlWwsH70/s220/IMG_1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
