<?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-7096190</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:15:55.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the simply me</title><subtitle type='html'>"...Allah is with me, mummy loves me and a brother &amp; sister who shows me, a daddy's always there &amp; friends shower me with love and care. Gonna spread my wings,with my chance to shine and discover so much more than life, without crossing the border of limitation..." -shyjive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-4590249163398646846</id><published>2008-08-27T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:53:45.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an awakening post.</title><content type='html'>If I rest, I'll rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought control- a dark side of social influence. I am not sure what is it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what am I saying here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( [assignment(s)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-4590249163398646846?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4590249163398646846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=4590249163398646846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/4590249163398646846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/4590249163398646846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-awakening-post.html' title='Just an awakening post.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-6842301835181140234</id><published>2008-05-17T06:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:42:50.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world ;)</title><content type='html'>Yes. It has been a while. Since the last post, I went through what was designed for me. Some were perfect but some, flawed. They passed. Each day come and will also go. God's will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ending of 2006 was wonderfool. There was nothing else that matters except something that I wish I would not have to mention. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dealt the cards. Perhaps, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came new year. It was beautifool, too. Nice beginning for 2007. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's in the cards I thought. What it meant or to be was something that I did not look out for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Going through the days were easy as it seems. I felt whole everytime. Not knowing what was in the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three quarter of the year passed. Downfall began. Something that you could imagine but, believe me, you would not want to go through the pain :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For it is not too late to advise, one should play the cards well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last quarter was somehow bad but expected. But I begin to feel blessed of fate and coincidence. Let's talk about this later? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply say, love me or fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-6842301835181140234?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6842301835181140234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=6842301835181140234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/6842301835181140234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/6842301835181140234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello world ;)'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-116239971235796109</id><published>2006-11-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:48:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I thought I'd put behind me.</title><content type='html'>When You Stay Low, Nothing Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Does It Feel Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't make it, someone else will stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dare you to move.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-116239971235796109?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/116239971235796109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=116239971235796109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/116239971235796109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/116239971235796109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-thought-id-put-behind-me.html' title='Things I thought I&apos;d put behind me.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-116034894020234018</id><published>2006-10-09T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T07:09:00.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to remember me.</title><content type='html'>So much into Carrie Underwood's. Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single entry in September. So b-t-w,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 01: Happy Teachers' Day + Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Sept 02: Ep$on dear lost it$ life and ended it$ $ervice$. There you go... Welcome HP!&lt;br /&gt;Sept 03: Happy Birthday, to sis.&lt;br /&gt;Sept 11: Happy Birthday, to ME + first week of term 4, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sept 19: Happy Birthday, to Dearest Haseena.&lt;br /&gt;Sept 20: Pay Day ++&lt;br /&gt;Sept 24: Ramadhan Almubarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and September come and go. &lt;em&gt;"Wake me up, when September ends..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, come October, Happy Children's Day, Dearies. Passing each week with different kind of feelings. Alhamdulillah, I am doing good for now. More other things coming up. I have been counting down to the end term. Everything is so routine. No one with a brain is believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deferment period is coming to an end. I do not know what to do next. People said, it is &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt; for not knowing of what to do next or having no idea of what comes next as we might be unprepared. I used to agree on that. For my situation, I live day by day. Haha, in fact we all do. It is just that, at the moment I do not have the confident to put those plans into action. Looking at where I am now, putting it in a nice way, I know those plans are not meant for me. But Bro said, if we failed to plan, we planned to fail. They were ideal at that point of time but I have gotta be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am neither here nor there. So where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a too-shy-to-ask-too-proud-to-lose situation, I could have never been worst. It's so sad you lost the meaning but you never knew it, anyways. So what's the point? :( Human nature is so predictable. I never could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta spend the day with the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I am missing you like never before. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do give me a map, if you think I am lost ... ... ... ... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, shine-and-rise-in-October.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-116034894020234018?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/116034894020234018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=116034894020234018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/116034894020234018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/116034894020234018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-forget-to-remember-me.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to remember me.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115679060622780622</id><published>2006-08-29T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:06:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only out to survive.</title><content type='html'>It has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, did I miss anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well out there in everyone's live. :) U know, I am at one of my most interesting point in life but I am not driven to write about it every so often. This is what I will say as, personal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Allah knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last entry was in the mid July, when after that I was tightdown with some datelines, assignments and exams. Read again. Its plural ;) &lt;em&gt;[Amat menguji kesabaran]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not be filling in with all the details but this is only a'what's-going-on' entry. All about come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~EDITTED~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Been hearing things that I dont really want to listen. I believe Allah will guide me. I know she is going to say about it again but I have my own sets of view. We make mistakes and they are inevitable. Shall we just see and look out for our own flaws only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Do not see what you do not have to see, to avoid the misery of sight. But, maybe it was just the test of sight. Hehe. I am in a situation where by a lot of patient is needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.They said, Language is very important. It can heal and also hurt others. Someday, will you know? :( Laa Tahzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.To handle yourself, use your head. To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... aku tak mengerti apa yg ku rasa...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Just recently, I told myself, things are meant to be that way or maybe the other. I know truth hurts alot as what I am going through now. I must not regret by asking the not-supposedly-asked-questions but eventually I did. When I told myself not to but ops! I did it again. Not defying myself but I can't help it. Normally, I won't go against my words but... I cannot explain. It would not do me any good. It is just a waste of time or maybe not. What is it to you? What is on our mind? But I have one thing to focus on. I hope I would not be leaving soon or who knows, maybe not at all. Many things to catch up with. Once decided, I will go. It will depends on the situation. May be a year, 2 years or maybe more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Between Wales and Griffith, I am flipping over Sans Francisco :p Maybe this will just remain as a dream. I need a life support :( This is my other parts of mind. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more but this is what I manage to fill the gaps now. Dearies and me meeting the birds at Jurong Bird Park later... I need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for dropping by... I mean, here or in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excruciating heart-pangs. &lt;em&gt;I'll be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, be fuddling over some issues~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115679060622780622?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115679060622780622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115679060622780622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115679060622780622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115679060622780622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/08/only-out-to-survive.html' title='Only out to survive.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115306982230408700</id><published>2006-07-16T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:10:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Gone.</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. Life has been good but I can't explain. Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days to the next semester break. We have to go through a day called tomorrow and tomorrow is from the world of the unseen. There might be some expectations but we could not simply put too much hope in it. Let it be high, big or fat. Everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awrite, can't do this for now. Gotta organize the hours of the day. Hmm this feels really good :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, to Fad, another year has come and gone. On your Birthday, I wish you much pleasure and joy. Hope all of your wishes come true. May each hour and minute be filled with delight. Happy Birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, will you come as you are?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115306982230408700?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115306982230408700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115306982230408700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115306982230408700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115306982230408700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-and-gone.html' title='Come and Gone.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115262148402869599</id><published>2006-07-11T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:38:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does my heart says so?</title><content type='html'>Finally... damn happy! But I do not know what the futue brings. No one else too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, they said life is about taking chances... You have fear? Sorry, you will be left behind. How true can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pernah dengar tak... manusia hanya boleh merancang, yang akan tentukan segalanya adalah tuhan. Tapi macam mana pula kalau yang tak dirancang pun tiba-tiba saja terjadi? Tak ada persediaan, mampu ke nak hadapi tu semua? Walaubagaimanapun, sesuatu pasti akan terjadi. Baik atau buruk, sendiri tentukan dengan akal... Selebihnya, barulah urusan Allah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have that fear, but limitations. I cannot overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, helpless~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115262148402869599?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115262148402869599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115262148402869599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115262148402869599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115262148402869599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-does-my-heart-says-so.html' title='Why does my heart says so?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115253279315923620</id><published>2006-07-10T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:59:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persona Non Grata says,</title><content type='html'>Let us say, I am not one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me,learning~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115253279315923620?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115253279315923620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115253279315923620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115253279315923620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115253279315923620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/07/persona-non-grata-says.html' title='Persona Non Grata says,'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115243649961135423</id><published>2006-07-09T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:14:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of the unexpected.</title><content type='html'>It was not like how I feel now but it is far from real. Pull me out in time, please. I was with nothing left to say but goodbye to yesterday. No way to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head battling with heart, logic has been torn apart. Painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, can't fight back yesterday.~ miss you, alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115243649961135423?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115243649961135423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115243649961135423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115243649961135423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115243649961135423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/07/taste-of-unexpected.html' title='A taste of the unexpected.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115182598318374243</id><published>2006-07-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:39:43.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engkau dan aku bukan bermimpi bila berkata kitalah bintang!</title><content type='html'>Dalam mimpi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pondok buruk boleh jadi istana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelangi boleh jadi jambatan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bintang boleh dipetik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang jauh boleh dekatkan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang terbiar, dipertahankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~aku berkesederhanaan, jauh bermimpi~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115182598318374243?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115182598318374243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115182598318374243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115182598318374243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115182598318374243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/07/engkau-dan-aku-bukan-bermimpi-bila.html' title='Engkau dan aku bukan bermimpi bila berkata kitalah bintang!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115108967290089783</id><published>2006-06-24T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:07:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note: Consequences!</title><content type='html'>The process: Bits and Pieces of Adolescent issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about propositional thought awhile ago. It is all about seeing the logic without referring to the real-world circumstances whereby it involves verbal reasoning about abstract concept by which language plays an important role in reaching adolescent's cognitive development. -*summarised*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, I find that abstract thought is the drawback of authorative parenting, which was suppose to be the best &lt;em&gt;style&lt;/em&gt; of parenting, ever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because due to the arguments that leads to disagreements on one's principles or self-focusing or worst, if they were lead to their own personal fables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage, I personally feel that the cognition is not yet perfect. They cannot sort out evidence that bears more than three variables and many other reasoning that might contradict reality or their own beliefs. So do not try to be smart and put in more complexity in them. Can be Suicidal. Whatever capability they had acquired, environmental situation they are in or cognitive specialisation they might have, rhet still cannot think abstract. I agree with me. Say maybe for now it is like, long-way-to-go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well you know, I may be wrong... What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115108967290089783?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115108967290089783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115108967290089783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115108967290089783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115108967290089783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/06/note-consequences.html' title='Note: Consequences!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-115074248641377653</id><published>2006-06-20T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:41:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short, short stories.</title><content type='html'>On seeing and noticing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so-not-ready for work later. I do not know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;I am so-wanted-to-be-there, welcoming bro's junior. At least giving my support to the junior's dad &amp; mom, who will be having hormonial changes. Possibly, cannot. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;And...I am so-... nevermind. Could not get any better, if only you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, every post tells a story- one version of the unique story of a moment in my life. I do not want to make things hard on me, myself. The principle of Strangelove keeping it a secret would probably explained one of the longest-standing puzzle of the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Question; What is that &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I am no Darwinian but, why do we advertise them on our face? He himself never argued that facial expressions were naturally selected adaptations. He asked, why would God installed features that are useless to us but similar to features that are useful to animals? &lt;br /&gt;Ouh! Look who's talking there? Nobody. If we were to go back to the basic, on normal situation, facial muscles are tourniquets that send more blood to the parts of the brain that have to cope with the current challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, I am invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late. I shall not do this for now. I am feeling quite heavy, with loads of-assignments, datelines, revision of notes and homeworks and whatever it might be! &lt;strong&gt;Nazeemah&lt;/strong&gt;, this is when I need the STRENGTH! But on top of that, I can see bundle of joy coming in the way- Amin!!! &lt;strong&gt;Haseena&lt;/strong&gt;, give me some enthus! Only you can do it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short, short stories. If it is too complex, read this: the mind has many parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, counting down~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-115074248641377653?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/115074248641377653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=115074248641377653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115074248641377653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/115074248641377653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/06/short-short-stories.html' title='Short, short stories.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114959002673885411</id><published>2006-06-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:48:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset.</title><content type='html'>Hi, good day Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has just stop. Im facing quite a beautiful sceneries now, which is the NLB's Courtyard, Intercontinental's swimming pool which is just above Parco Bugis, the main roads of Victoria Street and North Bridge Road and some houses and tall buildings around me ;)Guess, where am I? Ouh, did I just said NLB? haha OK, figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Done with my planning for the camp! Yeyness. Should give myself a treat to dinner before the meeting. Who am I kidding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my take five awhile ago, after few exchanges of SMSes. With many thoughts, pondering over many things that could happen under this blue sky... Man, I hate this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe. . . I was just thinking too much, I told myself. Ok, so, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that after so long, what I had always wish for, came true. Although, there was some  mistrust crisis and issues within oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mistrust, looking at the headlines, yes I was upset not too long ago. But I am fine now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously, I do not know what she might be thinking now but I know exactly and totally understand her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such thing as doubtful trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we sound regret after saying all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not I doing it also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need assurance too, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assurance can be an issue, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it was not offensive. I was not offended. But Im just upset. *** HUGS ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm,&lt;em&gt;...and I miss you... ... ... .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, no doubt, love always.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114959002673885411?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114959002673885411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114959002673885411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114959002673885411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114959002673885411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/06/upset.html' title='Upset.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114901206247120245</id><published>2006-05-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:10:58.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete, ... .</title><content type='html'>Time check: 0125am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to sleep. Like..., HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such thing do happen. It is happening now :P&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to dearest Shahidah.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school to do up the &lt;s&gt;resource&lt;/s&gt; library books. Question: Will the &lt;strong&gt;17 of US&lt;/strong&gt; do together? HEH... But it was fun when working with my human.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I understand why exactly you would want to bring people down. No, i'm not ready to talk about this. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole afternoon spent with Liza. From Sakura [Brunch] to Ya Kun Kaya [Coffee] we shared our deeply-burried secrets.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The movie, supposedly but... .&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The slip cover, I was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The plan, shall happen! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Me, recapitulating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114901206247120245?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114901206247120245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114901206247120245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114901206247120245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114901206247120245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/05/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete, ... .'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114873795125159981</id><published>2006-05-27T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:02:00.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specially for Lay Ting...</title><content type='html'>Term break is here again. I had the whole day to myself- for this new layout. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Here goes. All about Koh Lay Ting... Yesterday was her last day of school. Jo [her form teacher] was holding back her tears when she first heard the news. She had to go to the special school, to get her ready for primary one. "For her own good", I consoled myself. She reminds me of Wisely. Same condition as Lay Ting. *teary-eyed* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends that has been there for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi, Lay Ting and ShaSha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00687.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memory with Mdm Jo and Sunflower 1. Can you spot her?&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you, Lay Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00669.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00669.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you. I can never hear you calling me &lt;em&gt;Miss Aidai&lt;/em&gt; again... :) All the best my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, losing but loving you still~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114873795125159981?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114873795125159981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114873795125159981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114873795125159981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114873795125159981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/05/specially-for-lay-ting.html' title='Specially for Lay Ting...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114823323068028126</id><published>2006-05-22T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:42:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't see what you don't have to see, to avoid the misery of sight.</title><content type='html'>I am still responding to the environment and even looking forward to the future. At least, that shows I am not under depression and why should I? Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week left before I can call it a break, if there is any. By the way, Singapore Idol 2 was aired on Channel 5 just now. Bro said it was crappy. Ninety minutes of laughter- not too bad. Then, I was put off by the survey form. &lt;em&gt;Crappier&lt;/em&gt;. I was in wonderment when I am becoming disoriented while doing it. Haiz. There are limitations to survey. Surveys are not done in a controlled environment therefore the data collected will not be accurate, don't you know? Again..., Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope life is not a joke because I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next, Muslimah Alive! Camp. This time it will be at a different venue. Time to work with the sisters again. Over and above, there are still my readings and assignments awaiting which I intend to complete them during the second week of June. InsyAllah. Speaking of June, many things to look forward to ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about a little of falsehood that had sent me tormented. As mush as I believe that sooner or later, truth will prevail. It was not too long ago. say, five months? Alhamdulillah, Allah has shown me the verity. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FITNAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won't last... don't you know? They said that reality bites. I just cannot form an opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of what wishes begin with. At times, I was so confused that I wanted to stop counting on for something that I myself was not sure of what it could be. Maybe I should not but this time, I can't help. I feel sorry for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, still the same, loving days of June~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114823323068028126?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114823323068028126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114823323068028126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114823323068028126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114823323068028126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-see-what-you-dont-have-to-see-to.html' title='Don&apos;t see what you don&apos;t have to see, to avoid the misery of sight.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114727503198343316</id><published>2006-05-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:30:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...?</title><content type='html'>Defense mechanism- Fight or fright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, questioning.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114727503198343316?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114727503198343316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114727503198343316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114727503198343316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114727503198343316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114701660891261547</id><published>2006-05-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:43:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am feeling what I feel. Can U feel what I felt?</title><content type='html'>life trivia- I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; was meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; just the next stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, clueless~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114701660891261547?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114701660891261547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114701660891261547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114701660891261547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114701660891261547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-feeling-what-i-feel-can-u-feel.html' title='I am feeling what I feel. Can U feel what I felt?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114572306201733005</id><published>2006-04-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:53:58.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When pictures are worth a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>Theme: Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Term: 2 &lt;br /&gt;So here, my dearies with their favourite clothes to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Its all about the initial. Geddit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-These 2 Supermen were in the 'limelight'. &lt;br /&gt;Some critics from friends and other adults...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Superman in shorts look sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;"You never wear the red thing outside ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can you fly?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is not real, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just cannot shut their mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last comment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh... one with short and the other is long pants. The sleeves also!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have to say something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah because the other one is a muslim superman, so, cannot reveal too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog%204.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Izat and Luqman &lt;em&gt;Bedingfield&lt;/em&gt;. The latter got his English surname because he sang 'If you're not the one' while he was doing his work! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;.Boswell and Eve. When they announced that they are the two of a kind. Could be their dress, I think. Bestfriends- what can I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of them...&lt;br /&gt;[For the fondest memory]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00458.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An introduction to 'creased' material-Crayon Crackled Painting.&lt;br /&gt;Prac 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00511.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand model: Siti Nur-Ain! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Pictures courtesy of: Shyjive's SE W550i :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prac 2 [final product]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the learning corners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00513.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00512.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00515.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Self &amp; Social Awareness. &lt;br /&gt;Objective: Children will be able to know how to maintain their clothes. &lt;br /&gt;During the activity, I get them to wash the handkerchieves that had some paint on them.&lt;br /&gt;So, they washed, scrubed, rinsed, wringed and hang them.&lt;br /&gt;Here they are...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00462.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my dear...&lt;br /&gt;With this, I will have my increment next month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114572306201733005?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114572306201733005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114572306201733005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114572306201733005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114572306201733005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-pictures-are-worth-thousand-words.html' title='When pictures are worth a thousand words...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114516792002282870</id><published>2006-04-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:22:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aku tak sabar menantikan esok hari..."</title><content type='html'>After so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still living life as it is. Alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am actively engaged in the practice of my profession or practicum namanya tu... haha On a serious note, All praises to Allah...Went through the memorable day smoothly. Thank you for all your prayers. &lt;em&gt;Ehem...&lt;/em&gt; Results were written and given on the spot. Excellent and unique by and large. That alone boost me up for my second prac. I like my 1.2 Interpersonal Comm Skills comment. Afterall, I still have not reach the end yet. I'll be doing social awareness with my dearies this coming Tuesday. Pray for me. Enough said. Trying to end the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into &lt;em&gt;this particular song&lt;/em&gt; now. Somehow, it was therapeutic and became an incidental destress [a term of my own,]eversince then. I really appreciate the live unplugged. Something undescribable but I liek! If you are reading this, want to experience another hoarsy voice? Let's do it another round! ;p Right. You gotta concerntrate on something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; popular practice, interest, or fashion followed enthusiastically for a short time. -Collier's Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am so into making synthetic names again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...bawalah daku bersamamu"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, into a faddism of live unplugged~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114516792002282870?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114516792002282870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114516792002282870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114516792002282870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114516792002282870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/04/aku-tak-sabar-menantikan-esok-hari.html' title='&quot;Aku tak sabar menantikan esok hari...&quot;'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114398567127057195</id><published>2006-04-02T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:16:23.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When darkness suppose to be unknown.</title><content type='html'>[Emotion, tested]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of whys after we sat down. I do not have the answer for many of her questions, at that time. She was quite pissed when I showed no reaction, sound or expression. But I did anticipate as much as I care for anyone else who would be in her situation. My silence does not mean I am not alert, ok! Well sometimes maybe...hehe ok fine you know me too well, I guess. Gawd look at the time babe, I have alot more to cover! Ok redirect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still wondering...How does it make her feel? It can be therapeutic for her but for how long? To what extend? From what I know, it is suppose to be strenghtened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more selective you are, the lonely you become. Unless, if you really understand human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many have the skills to appreciate. Some experience and understanding needed for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Seen&lt;/s&gt; Some people have been showing OR trying to show that they could share their feelings or whatever. They are everywhere. Unfortunately, it is for the sake of their social status. However, I am not referring to all. READ: not referring to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, although I am not carrying the load you are having now. InsyAllah, you will pull through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingat Allah di waktu susah dan senang. Hidup akan lebih bermakna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum will always tell me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genggam bara api biar sampai jadi arang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. InsyAllah I will :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sesuatu yang bukan asing untuk semua tapi sering dilupakan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsyitah, Mas, Ita and myself will be having practicum on the same day. I have been busy, as always. Juggling with many things at the same time. I need to be motivated. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to keep it to myself, afraid of being labelled. Question is, why care? You know, I just want to put people back into the society and to create more meaning for their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a cost to it. Social cost that is. Affordability, time factor, sacrifices and level of commitment and compromising also has its bite.&lt;br /&gt;But as long as I can reach my goal, I will still carry on and will not look back like what I used to do. Ops. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my breath. Need to prepare for tomorrow. I am meeting Marsyitah for the lesson planning/classroom setting up discussion and all. After school, yeah. After the long draggy hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing my dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time now. I am left behind. Good Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets weigh this:&lt;br /&gt;Less does not mean worst,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect does not mean the best,&lt;br /&gt;Modern does not mean abreast,&lt;br /&gt;Different does not mean interesting,&lt;br /&gt;Integrity does not mean old-fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply Me, have not reach the end, yet~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114398567127057195?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114398567127057195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114398567127057195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114398567127057195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114398567127057195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-darkness-suppose-to-be-unknown.html' title='When darkness suppose to be unknown.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114391172294701048</id><published>2006-04-01T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:48:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Older...</title><content type='html'>Specially dedicated to the birthday girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-get-together on her 23rd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at Plaza Sg after my class. We settled down at Secret Recipe, taking photos, busy with the pressies and watched the 'models-want-to-be' in Summer Fashionista at the atrium while having our dinner... We heard lots of critisms. Heh... and we talk all about the events happening eversince last update and the CG clans! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 pressies. One of it is handmade! Look at that 23 stalks of carnation! Yes, I make them! &lt;br /&gt;I like words, therefore a banner was choosen. It is all about 12 things to remember and one to never forget...&lt;br /&gt;and I like one to receive a pressie that is 'all-purpose' or of use in any way!Hehe&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, look at that birthday girl! Two happy souls, posing happily. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog%203.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above... we took sometime to eat that slice of cake. I did some carving on it, we took many pose with it and we took 20 mins to finish it. Just have to eat it slowly- Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSC00169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... We will come again! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;to my dearest Aliza Farhana...&lt;br /&gt;You are most welcome...! So glad that it was entertaining. Had a great time with you! It is always fun when we are together, right? So you really think I knew you well? U bet...Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semoga diberkati dan dilindungi Allah s.w.t. Dalam usia yang semakin singkat ini, lakukan yang terbaik untuk dunia dan akhirat...&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Aliza&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar tak I nyanyi? Heheh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note* im overloaded with assignments and exams. I have been slaving too, FYI. So, only this much! Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, in a miss and amusing~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114391172294701048?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114391172294701048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114391172294701048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114391172294701048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114391172294701048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-year-older.html' title='One Year Older...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114356531895250297</id><published>2006-03-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:05:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accuracy vs Bias</title><content type='html'>There is a saying that goes, &lt;em&gt;Nobody ever blame themselves for anything&lt;/em&gt;- ouh just a sweeping statement about human nature. Too bad that this has been the non-scientific problems approaching one's behavioural studies or their mental processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not understand why people have to relate their personality to the movement of the stars? I mean, are not we suppose to be responsible for our own action? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be too dependent on such unreliable approaches. It will be a let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true, I saw a group of girls reading out their horoscope loudly in the train and getting excited about it, believing in it and going beyond limit. They are complete strangers to me, no relations but they are among my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just weighing this in my mind with thoroughness and lots of care so as not to hurt the feelings of those who frequently read their horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, hurry up&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours, don't be late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ouh... I have nothing personal against astrology, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a pseudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114356531895250297?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114356531895250297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114356531895250297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114356531895250297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114356531895250297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/03/accuracy-vs-bias.html' title='Accuracy vs Bias'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114339166020558189</id><published>2006-03-26T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:53:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I was trying to create stimulus...</title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup,it has been sometimes. As long as I know what I was doing, everything should be fine [insyAllah], going on swiftly and moving fast as much as I want it to be. I am not telling why... Hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAGMENTED SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Boredom is the cause, maybe. Been reading non stop. I guess this is just another round of getting-to-know Piaget,Pavlov,Freud,Skinner,Watson,Ericksson and whoever it may concern. Can I get to know someone else, please? Hehe but blessing in disguise- Due to this fragmented sleep I am able to do something I always wanted to when everyone is asleep... Alhamdulillah. Did I just make it sound suspicious? Do not figure out. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BEGINNING.&lt;br /&gt;This is just about an unconditional positive regards of a person.  It is not about some disorders and personality that changes every minute in oneself. But I found out that it is a beliefs that based on empirical evidence with careful and systematic observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, human behaviour is full of vulgarities, if you look at it carefully. Not go figure this time but, go study them because the question is, do you know what you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being pushed beyond my capabilities; or in another word, stress. Yeah, who likes? Anyone? Well nothing serious. I bet many people out there feeling the same way too. As you know human's live is also full of events. No damage and I am still in touch with reality ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of events... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) there were many of the unforgettable ones happened after the last entry but, mine are without concepts as they have never been into categorization hehehe. Afterall, they were good ones and I know more are coming up! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Im working tomorrow... Can I have another Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orang yang Pemalas tu kawan syaitan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a good day. I think so...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, same old brand~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114339166020558189?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114339166020558189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114339166020558189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114339166020558189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114339166020558189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-i-was-trying-to-create-stimulus.html' title='As I was trying to create stimulus...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114183440794513994</id><published>2006-03-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:16:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets count.</title><content type='html'>okay... One, for those who have been asking whats with the prev post- simply because I like those lines! Any problem? Funnylah...received 4 mails that goes "what-is-that-entry-for?? Why... I thought this is my own space? One of the reasons, why I took out my shout-out-box. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, had 35mins talk with Dina on Sunday night. Yup, long distance call! So much to talk about. I miss her. Talk, laugh, teary-eyed, smile, talk, cried and laugh again... Just us. Even so, we manage to plan somethg when she's back in Singapore this June. Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, six month later, Insyallah, as planned, maybe we can have coffee together? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, Count down: Final paper! Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, Term break! It's coming....bestnyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, I have to do the lesson plan, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, most probably, will be bunking in at my cuzzy's place this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, going to Melaka. Just a day trip with mom &amp; dad during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine, almost freak-out when Haz smsed me, "Kak, internet tak blh pakai". Two days of unstability. Great deal, man. But, Alhamdulillah with dad's touch, everything is back to normal again. Maybe router faulty? modem faulty?...or like what Yuswhizz said, 'hackers'? Who am I kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, something about irresistable Eve... she came to school with something new on her silky hair, smiling and at the same time trying not to show her teeth, came in the door, looking at me with so much contentment. Her eyes were telling me there's somethg that Lil Eve would like to share... Today it was all about her new butterfly hairclip... telling everyone "Do u know ... this is my favourite" She reminds me of a cartoon character that would say &lt;em&gt;"I tot I taw a pussycat?"&lt;/em&gt; everytime he saw Sly the cat. Thats how Lil Eve talks...Now you know why she's irresistable ...&lt;br /&gt;Here she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28550%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%28550%29.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A debut entry about one of this year's Dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, happy too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114183440794513994?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114183440794513994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114183440794513994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114183440794513994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114183440794513994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-count.html' title='Lets count.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114155533277054340</id><published>2006-03-05T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:42:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is not it colourful?</title><content type='html'>Reach your potential &amp; get to be somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising truth about self-fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what I do, I do what I like ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, inspired~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114155533277054340?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114155533277054340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114155533277054340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114155533277054340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114155533277054340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-not-it-colourful.html' title='Is not it colourful?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114054340267562446</id><published>2006-03-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:11:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what happen on the 8th week?</title><content type='html'>It's another S.N.A.F's week!&lt;br /&gt;Someone is having her term break. Good life, eh? Time for some merriment!Heh...&lt;br /&gt;One of our sharing-moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/snaf%20blog%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/snaf%20blog%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/snaf%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/snaf%20blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/snaf%20blog%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/snaf%20blog%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/snaf%20blog%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/snaf%20blog%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/snaf%20blog%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/snaf%20blog%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good laugh with 'Rumour has it...' but not the toilet incident... *goosebumbs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the next day... another retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28498%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%28498%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford the time to blog more but that was what happened 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply us, relished~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114054340267562446?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114054340267562446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114054340267562446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114054340267562446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114054340267562446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-what-happen-on-8th-week.html' title='So, what happen on the 8th week?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114122198261922652</id><published>2006-03-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:08:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saratnya menyanjung rasa.</title><content type='html'>Yang  tergugat, kemampuan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang diuji, keyakinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan menjadi keterbatasan.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tidak soalkan kesungguhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dihalang, keinginan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang masih dijerat, ragu dan curiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lafaz seihklas, sejujur hati.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah semuanya akan mencukupi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saratnya rasa gundah membendung rasa lara.&lt;br /&gt;Saratnya dan dayanya hampir dicabar duga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saratnya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114122198261922652?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114122198261922652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114122198261922652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114122198261922652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114122198261922652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/03/saratnya-menyanjung-rasa.html' title='Saratnya menyanjung rasa.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114036065974263309</id><published>2006-02-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:52:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What, you've healing powers?</title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend come and go. Alhamdulillah. Had these two days all by myself, recuperating- with anxiousness that died out soon after. If you know what I mean but I bet no one will. Bad. Heeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting week 8 of Term 1 tomorrow. Looking forward to Term break in less than 3 weeks. Yeyness. Then come the last test paper, before practicum. Boo. Who says I'm freaking out? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting up with cuzzy tomorrow! Many upcoming plans this week. Another yeyness. Heeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh by the way, it is so therapeutic. Finally.&lt;em&gt; Then, she prayed with so much faith...&lt;/em&gt; Addu'aau silaahul mu'min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply &lt;em&gt;what's-got-into&lt;/em&gt; me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114036065974263309?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114036065974263309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114036065974263309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114036065974263309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114036065974263309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-youve-healing-powers.html' title='What, you&apos;ve healing powers?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114025722507429474</id><published>2006-02-18T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:15:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabilo's flawed design - and I like.</title><content type='html'>And how can you say those things &lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just believe? &lt;br /&gt;And how can you say those things &lt;br /&gt;And keep a straight face? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will turn off &lt;br /&gt;And I will shut down &lt;br /&gt;Burying the voices of my conscience hitting ground &lt;br /&gt;And I will turn off &lt;br /&gt;And I will shut down &lt;br /&gt;The chemicals are restless in my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A so-true song, right Jannah? Heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114025722507429474?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114025722507429474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114025722507429474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114025722507429474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114025722507429474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/stabilos-flawed-design-and-i-like.html' title='Stabilo&apos;s flawed design - and I like.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114025004090326893</id><published>2006-02-18T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:19:59.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PM Lee unveils Budget with $3.6b to benefit all Singaporeans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" SINGAPORE : A budget to help all Singaporeans to move forward together, with an eye to giving more to the lower income group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong has unveiled a budget with $3.6 billion earmarked to help Singaporeans along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most will go towards a $2.6 billion Progress Package, which will include $1.4 billion in Growth Dividends for all adult citizens. The less well-off will receive more under the package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those living in homes with an annual value of $6,000 or less and earning $24,000 or less will get $800, while those who earn more than $24,000 getting $600. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A $6,000 value will cover all those who live in 1-, 2- and 3-room flats and most of those in 4-room flats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those living in homes with an annual value of more than $6,000 and up to $10,000 will get $600 if they earn $24,000 or less, while those who earn more will get $400. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, those living in properties with an annual value of more than $10,000 will get $200. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the 40th anniversary of National Service approaching, NSmen and ex-NSmen who have completed their training cycle will get an NS Bonus of $400. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are still serving their NS will receive a $100 bonus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, when NSmen finish their service, they will receive a completion award of $300. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older, lower income workers who earn up to $1,500 a month, or fall within the 30th income percentile will get a workfare bonus of between $75 to $600. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This bonus will be paid out twice - in May this year and May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;, to encourage lower wage workers to keep working, in order to qualify for the bonus. "&lt;/em&gt;   ALHAMDULILLAH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more reports, visit &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNDILAH PAP !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me with the headline, &lt;em&gt;Belanjawan murah hati&lt;/em&gt;, in Berita Harian~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114025004090326893?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114025004090326893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114025004090326893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114025004090326893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114025004090326893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-like.html' title='...I like'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-114019195262695022</id><published>2006-02-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:02:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us stop this confusion from growing, please.</title><content type='html'>It's Friday! But it is just a different feeling now. Tonnes of reading and slides to be done during the weekend!!! I need a break. Things with my exams and practicum are reaching to a certain epidemic proportions. So much of a self-control is needed till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this week alone, I have had experiences. Good and bad, no matter what they are, no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite-a-true-blue (that's what they call it!). My responsibilities, involvement, and understanding of things have not been the same recently. I really, really, really, don't want to pull a long day of 12 hours &amp; weekend but I will or rather, have to, when it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as strong as you but I could go on without any issues. As for me, again, I know that something has to stop somewhere. Sorry, but please, excuse me. I need you to move aside.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Deeming you to say the words that I cannot say... I am not sure what this could mean.&lt;br /&gt;A no-problem of mine but it is a problem that I find. A life that I cannot leave behind and so, I live the life. Merepek ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, Laa Tahzan... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, with no certainties.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-114019195262695022?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/114019195262695022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=114019195262695022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114019195262695022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/114019195262695022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-us-stop-this-confusion-from.html' title='Let us stop this confusion from growing, please.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113993602308307031</id><published>2006-02-15T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:44:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...that I can't hide.</title><content type='html'>My ears heard enough but they could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I almost fell into it- again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearances of the superficial world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, which life is simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused by my own feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that easy but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: This is not about being someone else's property. Then what? Go figure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this again. No one wants to be hurt. Simple, is not it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, who belives that love should not hurt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I've cancelled my Friendster's account.&lt;br /&gt;*I've 2 days MC and I'm happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm still going to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*I miss my dearies in school, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;*I've an unexplained feelings.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm so under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm being carried away.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not myself. Why?&lt;br /&gt;*I'm aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;*I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*I can't think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113993602308307031?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113993602308307031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113993602308307031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113993602308307031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113993602308307031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-i-cant-hide.html' title='...that I can&apos;t hide.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113975198285276432</id><published>2006-02-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:55:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come as you are...</title><content type='html'>I'm not aware she's having some rough-goings there until I read her offline msg dated 7 Feb. I may not fully understand how is it being lonely and far apart from family and the loved ones while being confronted with many issues. But I know Allah will always by her side in times of difficulties. Dina, Allah sayang orang yang sabar... *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend...,&lt;br /&gt;.Met up with Ain. Had a good laugh- those crazee jokes haha.&lt;br /&gt;.Spent the rest of the day at home doing up my lesson plan and sleep-alot.&lt;br /&gt;.Chatted on MSN. Fad, thanks for the pictures- nice!&lt;br /&gt;.Lost my voice for about 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;.Swensens treat-with indulgence hehe. Thanks bro.&lt;br /&gt;.My humans and myself. Good life. We drank the sugar cane drink, yes, without the pulp!haha only for me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jannah, what's with "shagged"- in your mind? You are cute. Ok I've changed it already, just for you, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yes, I do miss you :P umm whoever you are, if you are missing me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, with not-so-idle weekend.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113975198285276432?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113975198285276432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113975198285276432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113975198285276432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113975198285276432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/come-as-you-are.html' title='Come as you are...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113950374335729729</id><published>2006-02-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:09:55.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still around...</title><content type='html'>Cik Ani came just now and had a chat with mum. I was at work. She just came back from Egypt but it seems she don't really like to be there. It made me wonder. Anyhow, I'm glad to know Dina is doing fine there, Alhamdulillah. She gave me a &lt;em&gt;Tarhah&lt;/em&gt;; a long &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; colour combination of pink, purple &amp; brown. I liek! Syukran! I recorded my voice in her mp3. Cik Ani told me she was really touched and she cried! Insyallah, we'll meet again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, nothing much about myself. Living life as it is. Tonnes of reading to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;If you are reading this...,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fad..., your dedication, hard work and an unremitting devotion to the things you want to see happen, is actually the price of success... May Allah be with you. &lt;em&gt;"Sesungguhnya, beserta kepayahan itu, ada satu kelapangan." [Al-Insyirah]&lt;/em&gt; Take good care of yourself! Ingat Allah &amp; jaga Iman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh you're online. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end here. Have gd rest everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, 'all-in' to the max.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113950374335729729?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113950374335729729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113950374335729729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113950374335729729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113950374335729729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-still-around.html' title='I&apos;m still around...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113915332830848120</id><published>2006-02-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:28:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfold these phenomena, can you?</title><content type='html'>Recent thoughts. Or random nonsense, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not cast the opportunity aside, I knew what was suppose to come of it, at least. Anyhow, I keep missing my aim. Cover those loop holes !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I have found the spitting image that would be able to override my simplified life when it comes to my endurance symphony.&lt;br /&gt;I say what I feel, can you feel what I say? But I was seldom heard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed genuine when they started to wish each other their best, how lucky they are, about their new phase of life &amp; the industry, with ears bent and vigorous handshakes. Again, this is just another wonderment. Did you miss anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segala fanatik. Fanatiknya dunia ku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, always driving but forget where i'm going~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113915332830848120?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113915332830848120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113915332830848120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113915332830848120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113915332830848120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfold-these-phenomena-can-you.html' title='Unfold these phenomena, can you?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113907020552728410</id><published>2006-02-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:30:23.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turnaround. Maybe...</title><content type='html'>Going through February without any public holidays. Have to count on Saturdays and Sundays. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt meet up with Kareen and friends but anyways the steamboat was good. 2 rounds and I surrender. No more a &lt;em&gt;big-eater&lt;/em&gt;, I suppose. A big THANK YOU to Naz. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard. Road block due to Chingay Procession. But that was not about the whole thing today. Something about the height. Dazed.&lt;br /&gt; It was not planned and so I had some problem adjusting the time earlier on. And so I was terribly late :p But in all, it went fine. It's hard to &lt;em&gt;'talk to one's chest'&lt;/em&gt; haha but conversation never ran short, be it on the phone or recent meeting. But still, I don't know if one would go insane trying to figure me out when I say so little. Heheh... Awkwardness was there tagging along with me while I tried my best to keep my cool.. But it was nice. Really. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it was a great week although there was a wonderment. It will get me sometime to blow the lines. If only something so temporary could satisfy the permenant existence of want. Something has to end somewhere. If only you know that some bad things are actually good for us. I bet you don't. Some things just won't change. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. No. Not because of the 20 push-ups. It did'nt happen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, digesting.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113907020552728410?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113907020552728410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113907020552728410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113907020552728410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113907020552728410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/02/turnaround-maybe.html' title='Turnaround. Maybe...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113844663735803247</id><published>2006-01-28T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:11:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Ride</title><content type='html'>The week will end, soon. It was just a ride, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough talk does not mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;You know yourself... you know when we are up in a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not petrified. I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, stepping on the brake~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113844663735803247?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113844663735803247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113844663735803247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113844663735803247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113844663735803247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/01/rough-ride.html' title='Rough Ride'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113791498711635834</id><published>2006-01-22T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:58:23.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The third week.</title><content type='html'>Within a week, in 3 lines of each day, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- So yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You can change your life, if you want to. Now I know, sometimes we need a twist in fate. No one really cares that this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Reality bites&lt;br /&gt;It was not long for me getting over it. It was upsetting to know what is going on but it is bearable.Going..., going... and gone* Truth is too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- The lost&lt;br /&gt;Jimah's grandma passed away. Always wanted to visit her &amp; Alhamdulillah I managed to get the last look of her. I saw &amp; feel serenity.  To Jimah, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poprocks and coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Something new&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jimah's place. Earlier on, I heard something kinda nasty but I brushed it off and I learnt somthing when Nad's dad said "Money is not everything but everything is money." *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Finally, arrived.&lt;br /&gt;A long day and I was under the weather- should'nt be on a pay day! Went back early and another session of talking on the phone. Hehe. Been waiting for 3 weeks for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Img0052%201edt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Img0052%201edt.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIL was luxurious &amp; thumb up for Memoirs of A Geisha-Life of many obstacles.  Not forgetting what happened before the show. Haha. Anyways, good food, nice pictures, great time, rain in our shoes-simply fantabulous, we enjoyed. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/DSCN1920edt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/DSCN1920edt.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was last week at The Esplanade.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- I dont know but I feel like Hype by Fort Minor.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to next week- CNY holidays. Planning for Genting &amp; K.L and Dubai trip when I have not finish my Lesson Plan! And I hope everything is fine for everyone. &lt;strong&gt;Anything happens, remember, it is just a ride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"simply me, weakened"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113791498711635834?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113791498711635834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113791498711635834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113791498711635834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113791498711635834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/01/third-week.html' title='The third week.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113753947654811177</id><published>2006-01-18T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:11:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In our lifetime.</title><content type='html'>Time has such a dazzling grace. There are things that sometimes you cannot just ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to tell myself that everything is going to be alright. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come on, figure out my thoughts and feelings, won't you? But then, everybody has a life to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113753947654811177?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113753947654811177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113753947654811177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113753947654811177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113753947654811177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-our-lifetime.html' title='In our lifetime.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113664812383737259</id><published>2006-01-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:35:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministress of Simplicity:A self-patent.</title><content type='html'>Took 2 tests today and I had a pleasant surprise! Haha. Simply because when I took the test for "&lt;strong&gt; Which F.R.I.E.N.D are you?&lt;/strong&gt;" and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaidah, you've got a little bit of Phoebe going on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ok! You're, like Phoebe. Ok, so you may not have Phoebe's, well, special intuition or, um, musical talent. But, like everyone's favorite beautiful-blond-psychic-masseuse, you never lie and your friends are the most important thing in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an utterly free spirit like yours, some people see you as flaky. But creative, perceptive-as-heck, and eerily wise is more like it. You see the good in everyone, which could make your dating life a bit, well, uneven. But you always land on your feet with your humor, kindness, (and who-knows-what-from-beyond) as your guide.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I always wanted to be like Phoebe. Haha and the test had proven that I know who I want to be! ok.Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.The second test. This is so accurate. Ok I repeat again, ACCURATE! Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Dance Style Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaidah, you're like the &lt;strong&gt;Jive&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, wild child! It takes a lot to slow you down. A lively and fun person, you're happiest when you're out, about, and on the go. We bet you're usually the first person on the dance floor...and probably one of the last ones off. You know how to boogie and have a good time — and that's what makes you just like the jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a bold streak in you and don't mind taking some risks to veer off the beaten path every once in a while. Admit it — you're a bit of a daredevil, and you love to push boundaries and make your own mark on the world. There's nothing jive about that. Keep it up!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh well maybe the text is well too-exaggerated but I am a JIVE. You know my synthetic name, SHYJIVE? Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Took me sometime to digest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports from Ministry of Simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me &amp; shyjive, being a Phoebe.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113664812383737259?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113664812383737259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113664812383737259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113664812383737259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113664812383737259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2006/01/ministress-of-simplicitya-self-patent.html' title='Ministress of Simplicity:A self-patent.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113620261959778659</id><published>2005-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:41:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005: Cukup sampai di sini.</title><content type='html'>Hello 2006. Shortest entry, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113620261959778659?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113620261959778659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113620261959778659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113620261959778659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113620261959778659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-cukup-sampai-di-sini.html' title='2005: Cukup sampai di sini.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113567447439128929</id><published>2005-12-27T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:07:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so jaded?</title><content type='html'>When great minds come together, we do not know what is going to happen. You know, that is the problem. As we carry on without a doubt, they wonder if we have figure it out or maybe not. Well, it does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, and the within~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113567447439128929?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113567447439128929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113567447439128929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113567447439128929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113567447439128929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-am-i-so-jaded.html' title='Why am I so jaded?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113559989935963122</id><published>2005-12-26T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:36:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubleshooting!</title><content type='html'>Control, no cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** cut &amp; paste from The Key To Good Health website.***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATER RETENTION&lt;/strong&gt; - Edema of the legs and arms (dependent edema) causes &lt;strong&gt;swelling&lt;/strong&gt; of parts of the body below the heart such as &lt;strong&gt;arms, hands, fingers, legs, ankles and feet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependent edema can be very localized such as one ankle. In edema, body tissues retain fluids. It may be caused from the capillary walls becoming weak and allowing fluids to leak into the tissue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edema can also be caused by heart failure (cardiac edema), reduced blood proteins, inflammation, electrolyte malfunction, malnutrition, histamines, and many other reasons. Nutritionally, improve circulation, strengthen capillaries, support the kidneys and bladder, and make use of natural herbal diuretics high in potassium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If edema persists, further investigation is necessary to determine the cause. An increase in Vitamin B-6 intake reduces fluid retention. Diets sufficient in &lt;strong&gt;pantothenic acid, calcium, and vitamin D&lt;/strong&gt; increase salt excretion; whereas a high-carbohydrate diet retains salt and water in the tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh...Awareness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, chewing the cud~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113559989935963122?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113559989935963122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113559989935963122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113559989935963122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113559989935963122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/troubleshooting.html' title='Troubleshooting!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113544591881772541</id><published>2005-12-24T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:06:20.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Designed with Feelings!</title><content type='html'>Hid's Bundle of joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Suhaimi &amp; Hidayah on your engagement! All the best to the both of you, in walking through the journey as fiance-fiancee! Just get yourself prepared to go to the next phase, Amin!&lt;br /&gt;Met Hid in the late morning. As usual, there would always be a sharing session for us. Really had a good time though it was a short meeting! Thank you... &lt;br /&gt;We went to FIL just now. But she left right after the consultation to prepare for tonight! She's the world most happiest person today. It's a Double celebration! Happy Birthday Hid! So happy for you...*Huggies*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Night came.&lt;br /&gt;I reached her place earlier; to make-up the live dolly! Anxious, excited, shy and what's not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/pic1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/pic1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum-in-law to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/image%20mil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/image%20mil.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis-in-law to be... [sweet girl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28198%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%28198%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With beloved families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/image%20family.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/image%20family.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that is what we call double celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28207_203%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%28207_203%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%20209_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%20209_210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... congratulation and happy birthday!!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/image%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/image%20us.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, celebrating the day!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113544591881772541?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113544591881772541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113544591881772541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113544591881772541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113544591881772541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/designed-with-feelings.html' title='Designed with Feelings!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113527733954199510</id><published>2005-12-23T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:48:59.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapped in Sentiments</title><content type='html'>Nothing much but just a brief entry dedicated to my all time fave cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Img0049edt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Img0049edt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I should say it is a balance week for me. I could fit everything in: Work, projects, shopping, tv programmes, latest news,lesson plans, readings, VCDs... and all. No, nothing extra was put in at work!Glad.&lt;br /&gt;We hit the town 2 days in a row. Spirit of giving moment. I do not have to explain how the crowd is. On Tuesday we were looking around for the Christmas exchange gifts. Wind up with something from Bossini and got another piece for ourselves too! Hehe. Wednesday was like a capital package- discoveries, carefree, savory food and more good stuff. Amazing! But we did'nt manage to watch The Descent. Problem with the timing. But that did not stop us from having all the fun. Great Week! Thank you for the great company! Can't hardly wait for Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply shai &amp; liza~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113527733954199510?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113527733954199510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113527733954199510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113527733954199510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113527733954199510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/wrapped-in-sentiments.html' title='Wrapped in Sentiments'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113492222752195090</id><published>2005-12-18T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:10:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outflank, for sanity sake.</title><content type='html'>Great week,great weekend but not always. Been a full time slacker and I am getting use to it. Not impossible. It is going to be a crazy week starting from tomorrow.I have to go back to work! Yeah I love my job and doing great. Yes, not. Blasting off 3 days and thats it. Extra, forbidden. No idea on how much more I can take this. Ouh I've been chained. Move on. Auw...ignorance is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;There were no complains of &lt;em&gt;hunger&lt;/em&gt; today. Alhamdulillah LOTS of food flow in. *winks* God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to pack my stuff for tomorrow. Ok stop. That is unreadiness. Honestly, just not up for it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Downtown East? I'd love to but I will be slaving that week.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today... started out accurately except I left my eyeliner behind. Right. In the meantime everything was in place and as planned. Never had I imagine we could meet again, in the crowd. O  M  G. Never fond of meeting up since 8 years ago. HONEST! Aha awkwardness. What am I talking about? Whatever makes you fly , dude.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Glass of milk, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, common sense.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113492222752195090?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113492222752195090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113492222752195090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113492222752195090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113492222752195090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/outflank-for-sanity-sake.html' title='Outflank, for sanity sake.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110968935880046474</id><published>2005-12-17T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:04:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>"Dreams do come true. First by PRAYER, second with DETERMINATION, third by EDUCATION ending with ACTION." That's what Pharrell Williams believes in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110968935880046474?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110968935880046474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110968935880046474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110968935880046474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110968935880046474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113474975456240060</id><published>2005-12-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:48:01.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching.</title><content type='html'>I am so into F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Miss the show! And yeah I got some of FRIENDS series that I watched the whole week. Laughed and I feel better each day. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I changed my blogskin to THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I would like to highlight about this people who made my week a remarkable one.&lt;br /&gt;Hid... thank you. It was so sweet and nice of you. Do you know that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28122%29edt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%28122%29edt.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza... those were the days and we will make it happen again! o yea Siti Nurhaliza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/double.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/double.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janus... the tag on the blouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tjannah, I have changed my mind about me being a narcist. I shall drop by at your office somewhere around next week. Thanks to "Dead Of Arrival". Hope you'll be the happiest person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply-me, laughing away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113474975456240060?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113474975456240060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113474975456240060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113474975456240060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113474975456240060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/stretching.html' title='Stretching.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113363061884895408</id><published>2005-12-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:08:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day.</title><content type='html'>I feel so good resting at home. I managed to draft out few things; like classsroom layout, setting up corners, projects, budget and next year's Practicum.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting and catching up with my humans like Zura [thks for the sms], Ges, Mei and Liza-I'll bring along those pics taken ten years ago. Still planning. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28059%29%20fade.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Image%28059%29%20fade.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue,for those of you who might be wondering what-is-this-pic-doing here, actually my classmate snap this while we were at my place to complete our project. I remember she told me that she was just testing the video in her phone. I had no idea until today she emailed me the rest of the candid pics. Blah. My inbox was full! Thanks for that. Here's what she said [cut &amp; paste]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May U always be in the PINK of Health... actually I did snap some of our group candid pic... haha... im sorry aidah! always remember the fun we had and put in more trust in yourself girl. Cheer up" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh ok... So one of it is, the pic above. I was talking and showing them around but I look like I was posing or doing some ads for Sensodyne.Thanks Babe! That evening was superb. Good laugh. Good food. Good time. Hopefully we'll get good results!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a day spent at Lifespa @ Pacific Plaza,Orchard was GREAT and worth the money with 'da the company! Only place I wanted to signed their package. But I'm still waiting for better offer, next year, perhaps. Haha budget. P/S: Edah...We are waiting for you! Heheh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and I miss my dearies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28102%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Picture%28102%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby of the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Picture%2852%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28100%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Picture%28100%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 Heroes in yellow, plus 1. Heheh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28126%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Picture%28126%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the emcee for the Deeparaya Party. 2005 is a hosting year for me. Not only Deeparaya, Children's Day and Farewell Party pun aku kena juga!!! Kuang asam betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Img0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Img0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam paling terendah pula ek? Ishk tak blh jadi! Lain kali pakai kasut tinggi mcm Edah. Klw tak pun pilih spot atau posing yg baik punya seperti duduk atas meja tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture_20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Picture_20_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dan satu hari di hari raya, pergi kerja pakai baju 'sepesen dan sepattern' pulak dgn Edah! Dari jauh dlm taxi dah jelas kelihatan. Sampai sekolah, org dah mula perasan. " Eh same ah" "Yeah yeah yeah same!" Sempat posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Concert 2005: Item Coordinator-Community Bonding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Community%20Bondg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/320/Community%20Bondg.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet journey! Picture with compliments from Mr Edwin Yeo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113363061884895408?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113363061884895408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113363061884895408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113363061884895408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113363061884895408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-113317874157338463</id><published>2005-11-28T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:09:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She got back her life.</title><content type='html'>umm..Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh hi..Been more than two months since my last entry. I don't have to explain how busy I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird pains + Strange comfort = Harmonious Medley!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is not exactly going fantabulous. I've been coming up with tons of irrelevant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;creative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; remarks and condemned that I cant seem to get to sync with my work. Trying to come up with a concept that coincides with the previous and current one. Nevermind. But I think if you want to be an examplary worker or to make things worse; a teacher, u should go around and speak like this:&lt;br /&gt;[P/S: There is no spelling error]&lt;br /&gt;-Welcome to our &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kingegaten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [Kindergarten]!&lt;br /&gt;-For those who are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vegetalion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [vegetarian], they will be provided with a different menu.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pobly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [probably] you have done what is required, but it is not enough. We will have people calling up to check. Therefore we will have a &lt;strong&gt;poblem&lt;/strong&gt; [problem].&lt;br /&gt;-Before you all go for your holiday, please fill in your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decoration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [declaration] form. &lt;br /&gt;-When you all are writing down your comments,I need you to check on your grammar,punctuation and spelling. So you all have to think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abowRit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [about it].&lt;br /&gt;These are the preview. Want more? Call me. You can hear them live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird pain I should say. While she was talking I was smiling with pride and I did it with purpose. Please, look at me; Do I look like as if I care? Damn you. As if enough shit has not been pilled into my brain. For the sake of myself, I keep my cool and sanity. Now I cannot see the point of doing anything. It is because of you. What a way to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta break out of my shell and should start on accomplishing left-over goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.I left my handphone worth $150, if I were to trade-in, in the cab -with no intention. Like some of them think it is my hobby to do so. I dun wished to name the company or I might be ended up somewhere. I rang my number till the line went engaged. I called again and its off. So there goes my contact nos, personal KL trip videos, pictures that worth a thousand words, beautiful SMSes and those speacially editted mp3 ringtones. I already lodged a report. It's okay. My God will handle you. Fancy taking advantage of my forgetfulness. It was not really my day. &lt;br /&gt;I have been taking cab every morning since last year. Whenever I saw things for example; handphones, wallet, coins, umbrella, books, bracelet, lanyard, cap, pen &amp; pencil whatever lah left behind by the last passenger I would always return them to the driver. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading various news, stories, commentaries and such. Yeah I have not been doing so for quite sometimes. Haha. These highlights somehow attracted me in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues like Muslimahs entering mosque without proper attire and that they were told off and was not happy for what had happened. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late Aussie Nguyen Tuong Van who smuggled nearly 400 grammes of heroin from Cambodia to Singapore. He brought the drugs in to help paying off his brother's debts. He was hanged on Friday after he failed in his appeals to the Court of Appeal and to the president. He was allowed to hold hands with his mother and brother when they visited him in jail on Thursday of which it was a request from Howard, Aussie's PM. Usually there should not be any physical contact as it can be traumatic. Superb Aussie fans of Nguyen from Sydney, Canberra and Melbourne set in for the silent vigil. This really moved me. I cried. For what?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...And the incidents/tragedy happened at the Theme park and Siloso Beach respectively made me cancelled off plans of going there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the Sea Games. A sweet and memorable victory for Nicole Tay! I saw her falling off from the beam-balance, hurting herself, controlling her emotions and all. I could see that she was trying hard to stay calm and she made it at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling positive but still level of motivation is very low. But at least I could feel a strange comfort in being able to tell some complete strangers for what I felt in the first two third of the entry through this medium called blogging which was abandoned 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I go, I just realised that we are responsible for our own experience. Nobody can tell you if what you are doing is good, meaningful or worthwhile. Nobody suddenly discovers anything. Things are made slowly and in pain and doing anything worthwhile takes forever. For all I know TIME, EFFORT, and STAMINA could fail me.&lt;/strong&gt; It is not easy when a lot of them ask you to sing in your own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, with some-weird-pains-and-strange-comfort~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-113317874157338463?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/113317874157338463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=113317874157338463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113317874157338463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/113317874157338463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/11/she-got-back-her-life.html' title='She got back her life.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112636872313911769</id><published>2005-09-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:07:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes after 22?</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday To ME&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To ME&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To ME...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112636872313911769?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112636872313911769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112636872313911769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112636872313911769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112636872313911769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-comes-after-22.html' title='What comes after 22?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112611791769627617</id><published>2005-09-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:11:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down journey.</title><content type='html'>Had a long day. A tiring one. Went to Ain's house to do the &lt;em&gt;gubahan&lt;/em&gt; thingy. We call it a day right after maghrib since we started off quite early. At least 60% done. Peek-A-Boo... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28131%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28131%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we saw a cresent moon with a star just beside it. MasyaAllah... I remember there is a doa for it. Just me being myself, i can't remember the doa. So I say some prayers in my heart.  Later we saw a few stars around it. I took picture of them.Not clear...so far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28101%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28101%291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that 2 white 'dots'? The bigger 'dot' is the moon and beside it, the star. SUBHANALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am. Yes, I am still awake. Bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haziq gave me this during Teacher's Day. I really do not want to open it, but i gave in today. Demi tekak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28102%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28102%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taa Daa...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28107%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28107%291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a Hershey's cookies and cream. So actually I do not want to open it because of the wrapper! Bwahaha... I did eventually. Cut it out nicely and put it on my pc table! So here...emptied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28109%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28109%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go... saw this at Raffles Shopg Ctr when I was heading for class last week... Used to be my fave- Deli'France but changed into Bakerzin... &lt;strong&gt;Not Halal&lt;/strong&gt;. Wondering what will I have for breaktime. I eat to live. But its okay. I was attracted to something else. I just like the idea. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28132%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28132%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the-mesmerised-me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112611791769627617?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112611791769627617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112611791769627617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112611791769627617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112611791769627617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/09/count-down-journey.html' title='The count down journey.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112603015860855981</id><published>2005-09-07T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:12:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pig in the textbook and fallen off buttons.</title><content type='html'>Here's something that made me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking my mail and saw New friendster message from Husni... Surprisingly this fellow knows my full name. So, ok, I added him at Friendster and MSN too. And here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember dulu u pull my shirt from behind n all my buttons fell off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really??? astaghfirullah &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minta maaf  waaah ni masih ingat lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seram je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i draw a pig in ur textbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;klw jumpa kat luar nnt ada lak org tarik baju kiter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takde lah i wont do tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish tak ingat lah.....waaa bagus sungguh ingatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember coz tat was one of my shockin moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whichever way it is says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrylah.....hehe btl2 minta maaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember u said sorry the day after the incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation went on... so he is eager to see his old flame back then, who is engaged now. What an issue- which I was not aware of. [Name: Undisclosed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan bilang dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malu seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchpharmacy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nnt dia ingat aku stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! We were not close last time. I remember during Hari Raya he did'nt go up my house when his friends did. He said he was too scared to come in. "takutlah taknak baju koyak lagi" &lt;em&gt;Eleh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How things changed. I remember he had this white mouse and brought it to school! Nope, I did'nt scream. Lucky me if not he will mention abt it today. Hehe. Now he's back to school again, first year in TP. Wish u all the best. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Err..remember don't draw a pig in yr polymate's textbook or u gonna have yr shirt torn and tattered this time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog more but my bed and pillow is calling me- So I should: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siap&lt;/strong&gt; nak tidur&lt;/em&gt;! [Who's line is it, anyways?] I'll stop here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the-reminiscent-me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112603015860855981?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112603015860855981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112603015860855981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112603015860855981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112603015860855981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/09/pig-in-textbook-and-fallen-off-buttons.html' title='A pig in the textbook and fallen off buttons.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112582058966861268</id><published>2005-09-04T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:13:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle of Joy &amp; Buckets of Tears.</title><content type='html'>A busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies let see... &lt;strong&gt;31st August&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Teachers day celebration at school was memorable. On Wednesday, those &lt;em&gt;rakyat&lt;/em&gt; start to wish me 'Happy Teacher's Day!'- SO CUUUTE! I received lots of pressies- [most of the presents came in blue with picture of dolphins!Heh, i like!]dolphin's paper stand/pouches, tudungs, brooches, frames, flowers, ISETAN/NTUC/ VOUCHERS! keychains, MANGO coin pouch, ESPRIT Towel, Miniature Perfumes and ESPRIT umbrellas, many red pens- also i like and lots more!!!&lt;br /&gt;We realised there are more branded pressies that came in this year. There should not be any problem when comes to school fees, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28104%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28104%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little something that i-like-the-most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28101%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28101%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...behind the scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st September:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ain. Shopped for her wedding preparations and all. She has been putting up with lots of things- Some of which are important and some are totally unnecessary to think about. Worst still, when something that never even cross her mind happened when she's off guard. Hang on in there. Just a test. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28124%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28124%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing up time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28128%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28128%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yelp!" wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd September:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fieldtrip- Science Ctr&lt;br /&gt;It was a long trip! Cikgu pun tertido dlm bus! Snap few pics there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28108%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28108%291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visitors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28105%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28105%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See them- Climbing. Ingat pokok ke pe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28107%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28107%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28111%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28111%291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempat je si baju oren ni. Soon after the 'photoshots'at the red-bettle-car, we went up to see for more. Then jumpa lak si baju hijau. Encik Einstein kita ni yg cipta peti ais, bom atom dan teori yg kadang kala takde gunanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28112%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28112%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu, kerja dia cuma turun-naik je...heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%28113%292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%28113%292.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila cik Einstein ni naik je...Rakyat-rakyat ni pun berteriaklah..."Tok..!Tok..!" Ishk..kuang asam betol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Saturday and Sunday...whole day at home. Bro n Sis came to clear up their things. Abah painted the rooms. Mum ad me busy with all the barang-barang. And I officially shifted into Bro's room. Still clearing up... last night i manage to catch up with some people on MSN..Jimah :) *hugs*, Bro and more :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now resting time. LETHARGIC. Just had my cup of hot tea. I just love to have tea when it is a rainy day. And I got this 'let's-blog-away kind of feeling, so, here I am summing up. Heh... Last but not least,wishing myself a Happy Holidays! yey... Make full use of these hols ok. They come and go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112582058966861268?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112582058966861268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112582058966861268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112582058966861268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112582058966861268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/09/bundle-of-joy-buckets-of-tears.html' title='Bundle of Joy &amp; Buckets of Tears.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112516645726670416</id><published>2005-08-28T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:14:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars-On-Parade @ Swissotel, 2005</title><content type='html'>'Something' that is compulsory, they said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%2891%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%2891%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...Back from the Dinner. We had our own Stars-on-Parade:Hollywood meets Bollywood at Westin Stamford, Swissotel. Named ourself Waheeda, Bienda and since Shahidah wore a Sari she was named Podah! haha~ [left to right]- Myself, Ain &amp; Shahidah. &lt;br /&gt;The food was alrite... used to have 10 courses but last night only had 8 courses. The Host... did'nt really turn us on... Games and Lucky Draw... was not that interesting... Door gifts were'nt as good as last year. This time we got a necklace from House of Maia and rose bud tea. Because of all this, I missed the Bone Collector on Ch 5!Duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%2892%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%2892%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with Ain &lt;em&gt;"Bienda"&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%2893%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%2893%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with Shahidah &lt;em&gt;"Letchumi Podah"&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%2899%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%2899%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teachers' Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, tired~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112516645726670416?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112516645726670416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112516645726670416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112516645726670416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112516645726670416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/08/stars-on-parade-swissotel-2005.html' title='Stars-On-Parade @ Swissotel, 2005'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112507672706133264</id><published>2005-08-27T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:18:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The same old brand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Image%28093%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Image%28093%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the closest among the four of us...This is Dian and me- after 5 years we left Greenview. She's now in the police force. I used to hate children. To me, they were a bunch of nuisance while Dian love and adore children-a lot and always weaked when comes to P.E. I was the one who is sooo enthusiastic with NPCC, Triple Nine, blue and red, NAFA test and 2.4 km, OBS and more. Today, we're the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;24th Sept-Greenviewans of class 5A 1999 reunite. Heh... Have to depend on Faizal this time. Do a good job aite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/1600/Picture%2873%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6831/419/200/Picture%2873%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of Matilda. Bored to the max, so we wonder around RTRC and took photos! Continue our "lectures" outside leaving Song Eng lecturing the rest of the class... Just glad she did'nt conduct any of the exam topic. phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112507672706133264?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112507672706133264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112507672706133264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112507672706133264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112507672706133264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/08/same-old-brand.html' title='The same old brand...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112499149026131014</id><published>2005-08-26T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:21:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-connected</title><content type='html'>...and so i'm back. Enough of classroom. Here's a blogroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The going gets tougher each day. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At random:&lt;br /&gt;This Sat...Teachers' Day Dinner at Swissotel, Westin Stamford. Theme: Hollywood/Bolywood. As always, i'm unprepared. I choose Hollywood- that will go with the-almost-can't-fit prom dress. &lt;em&gt;Nasib baik ler blh alter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... Begin with a glance. Ouh! They walked pass us...Yes! thats them! Alia &amp; Fahmi! I do the chasing. Ain was left behind. Got hold of them. She can't recognise me. Ain came to the rescue. And my circle are getting bigger. Exchanged hugs, obstructing the traffic, exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch... phew.  Wonderful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Dian! Finally, I met her after so long... Nothing seems to change. Unexpected late dinner with her, Ain and Khairul. I'm just glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More... assignments by 19 Sept. Exams finally over. I can't get myself started. Tired. Not forgetting there are more and more issues each day. It's too costly if I were to get myself away. I've activated plan B. Interview on Sat- all the best to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... it's time for me to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, still alive~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112499149026131014?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112499149026131014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112499149026131014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112499149026131014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112499149026131014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/08/re-connected.html' title='Re-connected'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112153020153654609</id><published>2005-07-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:16:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicara Tentang Jiwa</title><content type='html'>Bayangkan aku berbahasa&lt;br /&gt;Lihat diriku dalam merpati&lt;br /&gt;Sebanyak mana samanya&lt;br /&gt;beza hias sama jati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang seribu kali sayang&lt;br /&gt;Kau mendamba emosi yang dalam&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan mudahnya jika&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini di dalam saku celanaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan di celah awan&lt;br /&gt;dan menjelajah dunia di kelas pertama&lt;br /&gt;Bercengkerama mesra&lt;br /&gt;Peramugari pun bisa menjeling pandang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang dua ribu kali sayang&lt;br /&gt;Kau mendamba emosi yang dalam&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan betapa ringkasnya&lt;br /&gt;Andai tulusku dinilai dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan betapa selesanya&lt;br /&gt;Dihembus dingin salju&lt;br /&gt;Bila gerimis tak perlu&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu di bawah jejantas berteduh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang tiga ribu kali sayang&lt;br /&gt;Kau mendamba emosi yang dalam&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan senangya cinta&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau jadi ukur pelakuanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskahku, perlukahku bersuara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, fallen poet~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112153020153654609?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112153020153654609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112153020153654609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112153020153654609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112153020153654609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/07/bicara-tentang-jiwa.html' title='Bicara Tentang Jiwa'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112066243585649334</id><published>2005-07-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:18:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is all that we have.</title><content type='html'>When we woke up in the morning, do not expect to see the evening - live as though today is all that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday passed with its good and evil, while tomorrow has not yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray with a wakeful heart, recite the Quran with understanding &amp; remember Allah wih sincerity, balanced our affairs, satisfied with the alloted portion &amp; concerned with our health.&lt;br /&gt;Like Allah have said in the Quran, to hold which was given to us and be of the grateful.&lt;br /&gt;Engraved this phrase in your heart, 'Today is my only day'. It is one of the most important statements in the dictionary of happiness, for those who desire to live life in its fullest splendor &amp; brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would love to have time like I could make years out of minutes or months out of seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live today free from sorrow, bother, anger, jealousy &amp; malice.&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu'alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aini was saying... Allah beri kita akal dan agama... I like that sentence very much! It was a good one. Now, I can relate to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, having no reality today~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112066243585649334?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112066243585649334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112066243585649334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112066243585649334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112066243585649334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-is-all-that-we-have.html' title='Today is all that we have.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-112049326428267118</id><published>2005-07-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:19:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laa Tahzan...</title><content type='html'>Leave the future alone until it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to be hasty and rushed for things that have yet to come to pass. I just don't think it is wise to pick fruits before they become ripe. Tomorrow is non-existent, having no reality today, so why busy myself with it? Especially since we do not know whether we will even see tomorrow. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain to be bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is from the world of unseen. A bridge that we do not cross until it comes. Who knows, perhaps we might never reach the bridge or the bridge might collapse before we reach it or we may actually reach it and cross safely! Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absorbed in the toils of today, leave tomorrow until it comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mun... thanks!&lt;br /&gt;To Ain... home sweet home! Doing good to others gives comfort to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tahzan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, pondering~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-112049326428267118?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/112049326428267118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=112049326428267118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112049326428267118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/112049326428267118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/07/laa-tahzan.html' title='Laa Tahzan...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111912368918716994</id><published>2005-06-19T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:20:57.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin.</title><content type='html'>-Been doing this layout for almost 4 hours, THANKS to Aien &amp; Nad! Whew... &lt;br /&gt;-Almost give up!&lt;br /&gt;-I'll amend the rest when I feel like doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...the pudding was smoothly done and so I went to Mum Z house to send them. Headed to Toys R Us to grab a pressy for little Imran... Did'nt have my dinner when I reached home. Full. I was watching soccer, the match between Germany and Tunnisia when all of the sudden I got the &lt;em&gt;"urge"&lt;/em&gt; to give my blog a new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Tahzan... Don't be sad. The words that Rasulullah S.A.W said to his &lt;em&gt;Sahabat&lt;/em&gt; when they were at the Hira' cave, hiding from the enemies who wanted to killed Rasulullah S.A.W. :) La Tahzan...La Takhaaf... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 3 places to go &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; today...walimah, maulud and meeting some of my humans... Will be expecting Dina to continue her thesis here :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school tomorrow for the lesson planning. 11 more weeks to go through before I can say hello to Term 3 hols and my birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peringatan: Umur semakin singkat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Life is full of hurdles... ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, yawning away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111912368918716994?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111912368918716994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111912368918716994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111912368918716994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111912368918716994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-skin.html' title='New skin.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111907896679609803</id><published>2005-06-18T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:28:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 weeks, all it takes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h15&gt;LA TAHZAN...&lt;/h15&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Jun - 20 Ogos 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap &lt;strong&gt;Sabtu&lt;/strong&gt; selama 10 minggu &lt;strong&gt;selepas solat Isya'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjuran Masjid Kampung Siglap dengan sokongan 9 buah masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Jun @ Ar-Raudhah [Bukit Batok]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Cinta Rasullullah [saw] menjamin kebahagiaan.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Syed nasir Al-Sagoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Jun @ Al-Istighfar [Pasir Ris]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Redha dengan anugerah Allah membuat anda terkaya didunia.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Md Hafazhah Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 Julai @ An-Nur [Woodlands]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Allah maha pengampun lagi maha penerima taubat serta rahmatnya maha luas.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Azmi Samad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 Julai @ Al-Khair [Chua Chu Kang]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Semata mata anda berbeza dengan orang lain.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Saiful Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Julai @ Darussalam [Clementi]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Bila disakiti, dicela, direndahkan atau dizalimi.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Saripi Rawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Julai @ Kassim [Changi Road]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Sesungguhnya setelah kesusahan akan ada kemudahan.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Yazid Yunos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Julai @ Assyakirin [Taman Jurong]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Kerana kesedihan anda akan membuat musuh anda gembira.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Mustazah Bahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 Ogos @ Assyafaah [Sembawang]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Atas perilaku manusia terhadap mu, tetapi perhatikanlah perilaku mereka terhadap Allah.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Hafiizh Rafiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Ogos @ Darul Ghufran [Tampines]: &lt;strong&gt;Jangan Bersedih... Allah tidak akan mensia-siakan pengorbananmu.&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Jazair Jummat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Ogos @ Kg Siglap [Marine Parade]: FORUM: &lt;strong&gt;Mengapa bersedih, dunia ini terlalu hina untuk ditangisi.(Dapatkan TIPS kejayaan Dunia &amp; Akhirat)&lt;/strong&gt; - Ust Ali Mohd, Ust Jamaluddin A.Wahab &amp; Ustaz Azmi Samad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111907896679609803?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111907896679609803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111907896679609803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111907896679609803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111907896679609803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-weeks-all-it-takes.html' title='10 weeks, all it takes.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111884732329057779</id><published>2005-06-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:32:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why.</title><content type='html'>Nuits de sleepless, revassant et pensee.  Est ce ce que j'avais fait.  C'est la matiere du coeur.  Je devine, ce soir va etre le plus mauvais pour de bonnes raisons.  Est alle a l'endroit de Hidayah et a frappe une conversation au sujet de lui!  Une idee est venue le long.  Envoyer-message de donner-message de nombre recu.  MasyAllah...  Je suis si heureux.  Durera-t-il?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day. Went to Parco to grab some stuff. Managed to talk to Dina who is now in K.L for her last paper. Met Hid in the evening to fetch Dina's notebook, again. Well... we talk. It was a good one. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling it.I feel good. No reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, with feelings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111884732329057779?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111884732329057779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111884732329057779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111884732329057779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111884732329057779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111807098071291511</id><published>2005-06-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:33:33.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And so, I am back to the world of internet access but, not for long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah,many things that I wanted to do so much were done and accomplished during this holidays. *tap on my shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to focus on work. Yeah WORK! Advancing my way up. Glad to say I do not need to see them for now. We need a break. And so the issue about some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKILLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you are crazy&lt;/strong&gt;. Just wait for my return - I'm warming up. I'm modified. Nothing to be scared of. We are still human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The M Park: Recce.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...!&lt;br /&gt;- The 3 of us and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;biawak(s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Hid, Us &amp; the damn slope!&lt;br /&gt;- The Lornie Trail.&lt;br /&gt;- The Discussions and more.&lt;br /&gt;We still continue to laugh on the way back...at the bus stop and everywhere sharing thoughts and all. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslimah Alive! Camp.&lt;br /&gt;-Did'nt stay up for the two nights but came during the day.&lt;br /&gt;-Spent the time at home, preparing for the Amazing Race, worrying about the &lt;em&gt;biawak(s)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-The Amazing Race was great.  &lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Squad Officer-Jun, &lt;br /&gt;Facis- Feza, Faz, Junaidah, Mun and Mawaddah.&lt;br /&gt;and Runners - 2 Hidayahs, Ilah, Zana &amp; myself.&lt;br /&gt;-All praises to Allah for which, the presentation done by Hid &amp; Myself at the Fantasy Squad was not planned, came alive.&lt;br /&gt;-And it was really Amazing when I saw, the-crossed-Jun for the very first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuswhizz- for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; reason. &lt;em&gt;ahem!&lt;/em&gt; And Happy Belated Birthday to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shima &amp; Salleh. You all have made it at last. New journey begins now...&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nura and Esman. All praises to Allah. Babe Nyla will now rock your world! Life will be more colourful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salam Ukhwah to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feza, Faz, Nisa, Hidayah and Asnur! New friends made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Speacial Thanks to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimah for coming to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah [A.J], Hidayah, Ilah, Mun for helping and making the Amazing Race an enjoyable event. We all had a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And to "the-abang-van", thanks also lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zana and Hidayah [A.J] again, for keeping my &lt;strong&gt;darkest&lt;/strong&gt; secret! What can I say? Orang - orang expert soal hati ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zura, for buying the PCK musical tix at the very last minute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to share but looking at the time now, I think I should stop here. And I would like to end my entry for today, saying thank u to u too, Asnur, for coming all the way to fetch the tix and the Chocolate bar! *smiles &amp; hugs* &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone. Lots of catching up to do. Oops. Did'nt I say that many things that I wanted to do so much were done and accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply me, still busy and not in love :)!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111807098071291511?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111807098071291511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111807098071291511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111807098071291511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111807098071291511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-time.html' title='BIG Time!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111755986313394432</id><published>2005-06-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:36:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie doll for Nick?!</title><content type='html'>We've learnt from theories that it is perfectly fine for boys to play with dolls,  cooking set or even dressing up like a girl in a dramatic play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've yet to hear from a mother point of view. I am sure majority would go with a shrieking NO, some would monitor the progression and few will make their boy's fantasy into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 Christmas's ago, my lecturer's son, Nick who was 10 then, wanted a Barbie doll for his Christmas pressie. BIG Shocked for poor Mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick:&lt;/strong&gt; I want a Barbie doll for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; *Gasp* Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick:&lt;/strong&gt; No. I just want to play with it, for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; *Heart sank* I'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academically and logically &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; wish is NORMAL. But for my lecturer's case, being a mother, she really could'nt accept it at first. It was one of the biggest problem she ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At work...,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 1 [mummy]:&lt;/strong&gt; I think my son is having some kind of change. I was shocked when he asked for Barbie doll for christmas. I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep calm first. I really have no idea of what to say...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 1:&lt;/strong&gt; I am very worried... bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 2:&lt;/strong&gt; ...***giving empathy***...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you know how it is...so that was just a mother reaction, worried sick-norm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, decision made. Barbie doll bought. Outside the box she wrote, To: 'Mummy' instead of 'Nick'. The reason is, she wants to "monitor his progress" after getting the doll. So mummy went to work the next day telling Lecturer 2 about her idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 1:&lt;/strong&gt; So, what you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah thats a great idea...Ok go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas came and went. She unwrapped the pressie and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; *smiling* Alrite, this is MY Barbie doll. As and when you want to play with this, u may do so BUT with MY permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. Thank You...bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; But may I know why you want &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nick told his Mum why he wanted to play with the doll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; ??? *relieves &amp; glad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At work...,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 2:&lt;/strong&gt; So how's Nick progressing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohoho... Yeah... He actually needs it for his toy soldier. He finds that those guys need more friends because they are lonely most of the time. So Nick was trying to put in more people to join them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 2:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL! Glad to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecturer 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, no worries... My son's straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Don't take things too hard, laugh it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111755986313394432?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111755986313394432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111755986313394432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111755986313394432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111755986313394432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/06/barbie-doll-for-nick.html' title='Barbie doll for Nick?!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111755517888993904</id><published>2005-05-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:40:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU HAVING DEPRESSION?</title><content type='html'>While I was waiting for my turn, I saw this:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feel tired or lack energy&lt;br /&gt;-Feel restless, iritable, unable to settledown&lt;br /&gt;-Feel slowed down&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep too much or too little&lt;br /&gt;-Feel sad or empty or blues&lt;br /&gt;-Have a change in appetite, better or worse&lt;br /&gt;-Difficulty in concentrating or making decision&lt;br /&gt;-Feel unable to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;-Feel guilty or put yourself down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirm I am depression-free! Yeah though I feel tired but I still have the energy to... err... urm... blog! ~___~ I mean, who wont be feeling tired after working &lt;s&gt;or sleeping&lt;/s&gt; so hard? Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111755517888993904?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111755517888993904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111755517888993904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111755517888993904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111755517888993904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/are-you-having-depression.html' title='ARE YOU HAVING DEPRESSION?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111730367387913190</id><published>2005-05-29T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:40:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Classic IQ Test</title><content type='html'>Your Intellectual Type is Precision Processor. This means you're exceptionally good at discovering quick solutions to problems, especially ones that involve math or logic. You're also resourceful and able to think on your feet. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Super IQ Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you think about things makes you a Detail Specialist. This means you are a sponge for new information about how things work. You have an innate intelligence that allows you to understand the relationship between objects and physical space in a way that most others cannot understand. In addition, your eye for detail and organized way of thinking allows you to grasp the finer details of any experience. You have a kind of common sense that others lack — and probably don't even have a name for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we determine that your thinking style is that of a Detail Specialist? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you a Detail Specialist. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the right jobs for you would allow you to be Personable and Creative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Personable type, you are a true generator of original thoughts. You probably like to think that you're equally as good at spinning old ideas as you are at projecting what might be possible in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your compassionate nature draws people to you. Because you can relate to others, you see yourself as a diplomat of sorts. You prefer to avoid disruption in the workplace if at all possible — especially if you can help others avoid discord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are particularly intuitive when it comes to reading some people. And because of your social smarts, people tend to like being around you. That's part of the power you bring to work. But unless you're in the right job, these strengths could be stifled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, tested~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111730367387913190?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111730367387913190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111730367387913190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111730367387913190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111730367387913190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/classic-iq-test.html' title='The Classic IQ Test'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111686451687221866</id><published>2005-05-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:43:50.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Do?</title><content type='html'>The idea just came by while I was chatting with Jannah before getting ready. So I started to sms-ing some numbers randomly from my phonebook...&lt;br /&gt;So, basically these are the things people whom I knew would do when they are down-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hasu:&lt;/strong&gt; i'll go for extremely long walks to reflect on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Melt them with chocs and ice-cream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahnaz:&lt;/strong&gt; ice-cream at Swensons of coz:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jannah:&lt;/strong&gt; I wld buy kitkatz and sit down on my bed and do some listing down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozita:&lt;/strong&gt; eat eat eat den sleep. after wake up cry den eat eat eat den sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo:&lt;/strong&gt; Pop yr chocolate n think of all d Gd thing tt has happen 2u think of those less fortunate and go to the mirror n say 3 gd thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Tears will wash them away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shima:&lt;/strong&gt; cry. tatz e best way 2 vent out frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matilda:&lt;/strong&gt; I would cry or got to place where there's no one where its quiet and sit down or listen to my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Munirah:&lt;/strong&gt; cry reflect myself.. wat hikmah does Allah wants to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junainah:&lt;/strong&gt; Will cry myself out and remember Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aniza:&lt;/strong&gt; Cry, bury yr face on the pillow and scream or punch the pillow. eat ice-cream too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimah:&lt;/strong&gt; Cry&lt;br /&gt;Shahidah: I will cry to release my stress out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Groove with it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vit:&lt;/strong&gt; i will dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisha Jo:&lt;/strong&gt; self soothin.. listen to music or do somethin tat i enjoy doin to divert my mind from thinkin abt d prob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Treat to heal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siti:&lt;/strong&gt; Go shopping. Buy nice things tat i always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my pocket will do the crying for me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Mix &amp; Match...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zura:&lt;/strong&gt; catch a show, listen to Quranic verse...swim or try c get sum sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raudha:&lt;/strong&gt;I would go out with friends n just sit down n talk or sleep over it or watch a funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janifo:&lt;/strong&gt; Go to a quiet place to hv a drink. Go for a car ride if it's at night. Eat an ice-cream if u're at home. Take a nap if u can. Listen to upbeat songs it'll help. Take a few deep breaths &amp; count to ten. A long exhale wl be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramidah:&lt;/strong&gt; depends on wat makes me feel down.if i'm bored, i'l do adventurous stuff, if i just wanto be alone i'll go to the beach n relax. if i'm havin problems, i'll look for a friend dat will listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kak Ani:&lt;/strong&gt; get out of the house go anywhere eg. shopg or go for a long walk or solat at any mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas:&lt;/strong&gt; Go for a walk and shop. Take a bus ride. Watch sad movie, sit by the beach. All what you need to do is to cry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Bury them in the pillow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zalinah:&lt;/strong&gt; I will sleep and reflect the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliza:&lt;/strong&gt;Wen i'm down , i usually either talk 2 my close frens or console myself n go 2 sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Assure me it's ok...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohamed:&lt;/strong&gt; When i'm down i try 2 talk bt it wif my frn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuraini:&lt;/strong&gt; Call someone closest &amp; pour my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Lets be merry. Get distracted!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia:&lt;/strong&gt; Kalau down then keluar ngan frens la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Sheng:&lt;/strong&gt; Do what u like best wic will make u happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uzairi:&lt;/strong&gt; Go out ah. Find a boyfriend. Let him cheer u up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...With the remaining strength...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zana:&lt;/strong&gt; When I'm down I would go to Changi Airport &amp; look at d airplane.. Will put all my sorrow in it and let it fly.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syafiee:&lt;/strong&gt;Will put it aside and go chill out with frens. Act like as if u don't have one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm thats a good one but not everyone can do it*** thks for the call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...With prayers and patience...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hettie:&lt;/strong&gt; Normally i wud solat sunat whenever i'm down but if i cant, i'll just do shut myself in my room n read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dina:&lt;/strong&gt; Pray hard. bgn malam and tell him everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***To Hid... thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am down: &lt;br /&gt;-Reflect. Felt so guilty towards Allah[HIM]. I know I have done something wrong man!&lt;br /&gt;-Get a carbonated drink for eg. coke. Drink and burb. I feel good...&lt;br /&gt;-Switch myself off.I can never talk because i'll cry instead of talking. &lt;br /&gt;-I'll have a long walk along the big houses and step on the dry leaves. The sound very soothing. Hehe...tak susahkan org pe?&lt;br /&gt;-I can't eat even if you bring me to DeliFrance.&lt;br /&gt;-I'll pen down or blog.&lt;br /&gt;-When i'm able to think linear again, I'll turn to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am &lt;em&gt;controlling&lt;/em&gt; my anger:&lt;br /&gt;-it's a good time u'll hire me as a maid! I'll clean the house like no ones' business!&lt;br /&gt;-will then call my humans [at random] sesiapa yg dpt panggilan aku tu nasiblah ye...&lt;br /&gt;-listen to some songs&lt;br /&gt;-getaway from things that had made me crossed.&lt;br /&gt;-write or blog away...&lt;br /&gt;-When I got back my senses, I'll turn to HIM again because HE's always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... its just a test from HIM. Everything is going to be fine. To those who replied, Thanks for sharing/asking, your concern and wishes... I'm just glad to have all of u around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, surveying for self-help~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111686451687221866?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111686451687221866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111686451687221866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111686451687221866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111686451687221866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-will-you-do.html' title='What Will You Do?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111650865961963079</id><published>2005-05-19T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:51:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peagent or Pegion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is it. A pegion's life: The next downfall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's lost...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened but i don't feel like going on about it. I am already feeling so unmotivated. It is not that I am depressed or anything but just not how I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's annoyed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet began but situation was stirred up. Thanks to your damn OVER-ACTING. &lt;strong&gt;Talk like as if you have just lost your virginity.&lt;/strong&gt; Relek ah!!! Has anyone there really think about me? It was a total rude-shocked for me man! Yes, I was given the opportunity to talk but unfortunately I can't speak. Too fast too furious and I'm just too lost to think under the weather. Yeah..., you believe that there is a proper way of asking. Riiight! Blurgh, you and yr belief... leave the world and go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's controlling...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... this event would make all of us like enemy." &lt;/em&gt;-Not my line, I'm just quoting from their experiences. So now, what control do they want from me? Good enuff they did'nt see the uncontrolled-version of me. I conclude that, BEING THE LOUDEST WOULD BE THE 'WINNER'- just like them. But so sorry i am not going to stand at the same level as them. I'm just glad I did'nt say anything before I really say something wrong. Let just wait and see. HE will control everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my brudder and his mates when I took dearies out to playground. Hehe I felt so good after meeting another set of people. Yeah... their nature of job could be rough and so much to be done but working as a team with a set of system, i'm sure problem could be solved easily. Afterall, they won't be so 'ngiau', their treshold of sensitivity are not so narrow and won't be so crappy- advantages working in a male environment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-simply me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111650865961963079?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111650865961963079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111650865961963079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111650865961963079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111650865961963079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/peagent-or-pegion.html' title='Peagent or Pegion?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111625229273380850</id><published>2005-05-16T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:55:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes 4 days?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]Read the letters dated since March 2002:(&lt;br /&gt;2]Many thanks to Starhub for the X-box Elite. Change of ownership to Yusmaster.&lt;br /&gt;3]No breakfast/lunch &amp; dinner and I'm not fasting!&lt;br /&gt;4]Suffering from, not one, but, many abrasions.&lt;br /&gt;5]Haha! Banned commercial of Backstreet Boys in Burger King...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]I have to wake up as early as 3am.&lt;br /&gt;2]Reached the capital. Adam's song seems to be everywhere &lt;em&gt;"ha ha ku tak tahu...apa kau dah buat padaku?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3]What's with alphabet &lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;4]Met Sherina.&lt;br /&gt;5]Abg Ekmal's wedding was pretty grand for a guy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;1]Reached Melaka around 12mn. Happy B'day to &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;2]Sleep soundly till 8am.&lt;br /&gt;3]Sing my way home when Hasu sent me MMS [damn cute!]&amp; SMS by an unknown number. &lt;br /&gt;4]On the run with lessy planny. urgh! 1 msg received:Alive Camp?&lt;br /&gt;5]POST MORTEM: "Walaupun tak jelas, tapi aku terjejas" &lt;br /&gt;Just need that lil' thought of yours and it will be much appreciated. We are just being ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ini bukan kes tak-sakit-cari-penyakit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]Progress report still not done coz im blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;2]Lets cancel it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;3]New discovery of &lt;em&gt;camoe-yg-cukup-punya-gerek!&lt;/em&gt; and there's something about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;4]Sorry! Lets not talk about one's changed perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;5]Shahidah... I agreed- Desaru in June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111625229273380850?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111625229273380850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111625229273380850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111625229273380850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111625229273380850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-makes-4-days.html' title='What makes 4 days?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111591108590754222</id><published>2005-05-12T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:57:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you.</title><content type='html'>I will just have more stuff to work on each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going K.L this weekend for Abang Ikmal's wedg with many thoughts in mind- report books, lesson plan, readings, assignments, deadlines and all is not done! I want to be formatted and reinstalled, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visitor. Argh! We were like giving him names like Bay-lo, Bay-blade, Bay-watch, Bay-sok and the so-the-tak-boleh-angkat-name, ie. Bay-rak! LOL So much to say about being observe and the assesment but can't speak the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long and heartening talk with Ash [Zura] when I was on my way home. We used to travel together, going out and all. Its been a long time since we last met. We both know how busy we are with work.&lt;br /&gt;***Dearest Zura, for whatever had happened, I know U will always be able to pull through. I'll be there when u need a shoulder to cry on.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confuse anyways. Maybe she misheard the lyric. It is just like the ants are my friends, they're blowing in the wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-simply me, taking the back seat-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111591108590754222?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111591108590754222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111591108590754222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111591108590754222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111591108590754222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-saw-you.html' title='I saw you.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111539599019277632</id><published>2005-05-05T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:23:29.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I only thought that I would be back here after the Summer camp. I am still&lt;br /&gt;feeling under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my worst pains are words I cannot say.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sheer boredom, Hettie and I was schmoozing about our friends in the photo album. The world is not so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Suhada...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, finally...! Miss you lots. Those days being "Charlie's Angel"- was'nt a good experience for us. This time you are married. Small world. If not for Hettie, I would not be able to contact you last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I_ _ _ _ _...&lt;br /&gt;Will be out soon. Hettie told me how sad it was when he called her after what had happened. Yes, who would have expected? But it happens. For what we have done, we have to pay the piper. Just being too wet behind the ears and the world is just too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Greenview &amp; me...&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho...networking was not working properly at that time, even until now, I don't wish to have it repaired. But it seems ok for all this while. And so, he was in the same school as me! Another small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;em&gt;Soutenu sans pere...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very strong indeed. There is no completion. What's happening? But still they are going through the hassles in the journey called Life. Our journey is the same but, it is just us, walking on a different route at different pace. A crossroad in a small world. She's made her own bed, now let her lie in it. At least the little soul is not the victim of circumstances. Alhamdulillah. A year past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...#5...#6... ... ... &lt;em&gt;et nos histoires de la vie ont continue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures getting bored and we schmoozed more! In between, brudder called to break the good news and I told him about my not-so-latest-issue. I'm pooped. I'm off for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dina, all the best for the Deklamasi. U did it right for Mum. &lt;br /&gt;To Abang Yus, Congrats! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;To Mum, Happy Mothers' Day!&lt;br /&gt;To Myself, Be patient. The weekends will be here before long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, shooting the breeze~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111539599019277632?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111539599019277632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111539599019277632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111539599019277632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111539599019277632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/05/many-thoughts.html' title='Many Thoughts.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111367044857109659</id><published>2005-04-17T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:57:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night. I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/allofus.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/allofus.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to send the CD to Ju's place. MasyAllah...someone's getting married in few hrs. Was just about to go home when Jun called she's coming! I decided to stay longer. Had a good laugh while talking. It's been a long time since we last gather. Here simply me with a set of sisters and the bride to be. ***To Joyous Ju, thanks ya! [winks] It was heartening [hugs]. Hehe*** &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111367044857109659?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111367044857109659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111367044857109659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111367044857109659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111367044857109659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-i-like.html' title='The Night. I like.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111315240547400110</id><published>2005-04-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:58:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of Brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Test I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&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/7096190-111315240547400110?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111315240547400110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111315240547400110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111315240547400110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111315240547400110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/04/other-side-of-brain.html' title='The other side of Brain.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111307042187291816</id><published>2005-04-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:19:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undefined.</title><content type='html'>J'ai ete pris a aback par elle des mots.  Encore, je me dis que, les mots sont seulement des mots.  Non defini. Oui, c'est.  Elle est une si grande et gentille personne sur terre pourtant j'etais evite loin...  J'ai pleure.  Je suis dupe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111307042187291816?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111307042187291816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111307042187291816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111307042187291816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111307042187291816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/04/undefined.html' title='undefined.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111262894300699588</id><published>2005-04-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:35:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing it your way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lonely No More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it seems to me &lt;br /&gt;That you know just what to say &lt;br /&gt;But words are only words &lt;br /&gt;Can you show me something else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way? &lt;br /&gt;Show me how you feel &lt;br /&gt;More than ever baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to be lonely no more &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to pay for this &lt;br /&gt;I don't want another lover at my door &lt;br /&gt;It's just another heartache on my list &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be angry no more &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who could never stand for this &lt;br /&gt;So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be lonely anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's hard for me &lt;br /&gt;When my heart's still on the mend &lt;br /&gt;Open up to me &lt;br /&gt;Like you do your girlfriends &lt;br /&gt;And you sing to me &lt;br /&gt;And it's harmony &lt;br /&gt;Girl what you do to me is everything &lt;br /&gt;Let me say anything just to get you back again &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just try? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be lonely no more &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to pay for this &lt;br /&gt;I don't want another lover at my door &lt;br /&gt;It's just another heartache on my list &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be angry no more &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who could never stand for this &lt;br /&gt;So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be lonely anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I was good to you? &lt;br /&gt;What if you were good to me? &lt;br /&gt;What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me? &lt;br /&gt;What if it was paradise? &lt;br /&gt;What if we were symphonies? &lt;br /&gt;What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, crowded~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111262894300699588?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111262894300699588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111262894300699588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111262894300699588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111262894300699588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/04/sing-it-your-way.html' title='Sing it your way.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111253640673514695</id><published>2005-04-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:53:26.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start me off, watch me go...</title><content type='html'>I refuse to do the things that I should be doing. I am not well since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many issues but they don't get my attention, except for this one, a "come-back" issue &amp; I really had enough. Somehow, he told me about the whole scenario. Thank you and I got the point. How and why it happened. So actually it was just "he's the one who tends to wear his heart on his sleeves". What do I mean here? U just won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not tell me about it again. Why cheapen yourself to get through the path? Yes, we long for it to happen &amp; somehow I am backing off. Wait. Don't say i'm cruel. We knew it's for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liven up! Huh my lesson plan. I should be doing it now... *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, going away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111253640673514695?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111253640673514695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111253640673514695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111253640673514695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111253640673514695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/04/start-me-off-watch-me-go.html' title='Start me off, watch me go...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111185663419833425</id><published>2005-03-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:08:03.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices.</title><content type='html'>cynicism or ostracism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose your poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people just like to hear the sound of their own voice? Isn't it at least mildly important to have some point behind what you are saying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time to myself. I'm thinking at least a week. Maybe longer... I don't wish to repeat this but I am damn busy. I'm trying hard to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling, a lil' frustrated, like I said I could use some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!!! Like that's going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been 2-3 weeks yet???&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never wanted to be the beast in the fairytale. No one wanted to claim the role, yet, it was given to him. Sorry, I can do nothing. Allah will decide.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much comes up my life as nothing lives me up for now. I thought so anyway.  Just leave me to nurse it for awhile. And no, you won't understand. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know most &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt; are only interesting and meaningful to the person who has them. To recall one's dreams is often a precursor to being able to become lucid. Basically a lucid dream is where you realize at some point that you are dreaming, but instead of waking up, you begin to direct or even control the dreams outcome! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of becoming a/an ... &lt;br /&gt;a]villain in an action pack movie with Jacky Chan? &lt;br /&gt;b]undercover for Gerak Khas The Movie of Finale season? &lt;br /&gt;c]heroin in a sci-fi flicks?&lt;br /&gt;d]pop star and at the same time becoming a World Idol without &lt;br /&gt;being worry to be eliminated in Sg Idol?&lt;br /&gt;e]legendary princess of Gunung Ledang, Gusti Putri, who lost her way home?&lt;br /&gt;f]publisher for Thesaurus a dictionary of synonyms?&lt;br /&gt;g]sister of stephen chow in kungfu hustle?&lt;br /&gt;h]member of Shah Rukh Khan, who sat in the same boat with him while filming Swades?...[list goes on]&lt;br /&gt;I've been through all these, in my dreams and it was TIRING. Haiz. I did see myself in the poster, sitting in the boat with Shah Rukh! Shyt, I was just dreaming! Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Simply Me, Just Me &amp; Only Me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111185663419833425?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111185663419833425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111185663419833425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111185663419833425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111185663419833425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/choices.html' title='Choices.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111174343242784109</id><published>2005-03-25T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:58:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature walk with Dearies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/no 1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/no 1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for our nature walk. We saw, lemongrass, black pepper plant, saffron tumaric, ginger and lots more. Then come across this plant that have a purple flower...Ermm bunga apa ni huh? Violet ke? "Alamak..tak tahu ah...!Haha. Then we heard, meow.... Rakyat ni semua tak blh tgk kucing! Ditambahkan lagi sang kucing ni ada lonceng di lehernya! "Cikgu Aidah! Tengok ni...Cing-cing ada kat sinilah" Haiz...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111174343242784109?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111174343242784109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111174343242784109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111174343242784109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111174343242784109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/nature-walk-with-dearies.html' title='Nature walk with Dearies.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111176230507708189</id><published>2005-03-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:00:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/no 2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/no 2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini pula pokok daun kesum, kalau masak asam pedas emm sedap ni... Disebelahnya pula ialah pokok lada. "...Siapa makan lada dialah yang terasa pedas..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111176230507708189?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111176230507708189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111176230507708189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111176230507708189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111176230507708189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-that.html' title='What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111176182621980052</id><published>2005-03-25T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:43:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/no4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/no4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokok yang sedang berbunga ini ialah pokok misai kucing. Ia boleh mengubati penyakit kencing manis. Disebelahnya pula ialah pokok epal! Hmm percaya atau tidak, sememangnya inilah pokok apple.Pernah berbuah dan benihnya yang sudah kering juga ada makcik tu tunjukkan. Bersebelahannya pula ialah pokok bendi...klw goreng ni mesti sedap...heh..yang terakhir tu, bunga raya. Pokoknya sedang berbunga! Cantikkan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111176182621980052?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111176182621980052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111176182621980052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111176182621980052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111176182621980052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/pokok-yang-sedang-berbunga-ini-ialah.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111176058233311900</id><published>2005-03-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:23:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/no3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/no3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini pula pokok buah kedondong, bukan salah ibu mengandung...hehee Disebelahnya pula ialah pokok belimbing buloh dan yang terakhir ini ialah pokok yang dapat mengubati segala penyakit barah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111176058233311900?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111176058233311900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111176058233311900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111176058233311900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111176058233311900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/ini-pula-pokok-buah-kedondong-bukan.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111174226036407304</id><published>2005-03-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:25:39.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specsies Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/ys gurlz.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/ys gurlz.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yellow Specs' courtesy of Liyana! haha its actually a hairband and we made into a spec! Simply us, Shahidah, Shaidah, Abi, Sulo and last but not least, the bride-to-be, Ain! Gorgeous, are' nt we? Crazy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111174226036407304?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111174226036407304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111174226036407304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111174226036407304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111174226036407304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/specsies-girls.html' title='Specsies Girls!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111116320328945081</id><published>2005-03-19T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:55:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mas, Thanks for the picts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/shy n mas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/shy n mas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas &amp; SimplyMe in the MRT...and...classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111116320328945081?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111116320328945081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111116320328945081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111116320328945081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111116320328945081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/snap.html' title='Snap!'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111113563247933462</id><published>2005-03-18T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:47:12.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friday...</title><content type='html'>Afternoon world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as planned, we cycle again in the late morning. Initially the time we set was 6.30 but then I received sms from Raud saying, &lt;em&gt;"...oits aku ngantuk ah. Do u mind we go at 11.30..."&lt;/em&gt; Haha..rabakzz. After debating, we settle with 9.30. Again it was changed to 10.30. Reached home at 1.30. Just nice. After prayers and all, I talked to Dina. About her holiday trip, and the "relationship with Muhd"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for class at 5. Meeting Mas later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, just a statement of hopes for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raud... Good luck on your job search. Btw, that tower controller job is cool. Hehe. And I'll take yr adv with regards to that "sickness". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon... Congrats for getting yrself a job. Stepping stone to gain more experience... Dah besar anak mak. Hehe dapat gaji ehem..jgn lupa yer... haha guwow je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina... Just make sure you are not apart from your senses. Listen to your heart for now. Time for self-control. Insyallah, HE will guide US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vit and Jo... gonna make it [insyAllah]. Really wanna THANK YOU for your help. A great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...i'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, aching!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111113563247933462?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111113563247933462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111113563247933462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111113563247933462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111113563247933462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday.html' title='A Friday...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111113245754723939</id><published>2005-03-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:07:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/on the move.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/on the move.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went cycling with Raud last nite. I've stop cycling since 1995 and now **wow wee** after 10 years, i'm on the move again. Just cycle around the neighbourhood and reached up to Tampines. Waiting for more to join us. Jimah! Get a bike and we cycle around simei in 80 days -lame. Haha! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111113245754723939?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111113245754723939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111113245754723939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111113245754723939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111113245754723939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-move.html' title='On the move'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111069805464353447</id><published>2005-03-13T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:14:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on.</title><content type='html'>Tones of reading awaits. No escape. To be honest reading has never been my strong point. Since I have reading that I really should be doing, I decided to procrastinate by doing anything other than my own reading.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly going to be an interesting term...whether that's in a good or bad way is the real question. I think I'll start wearing my smile just as to please myself and make me feel good. Sheesh!What am I trying to put up? I'll know when the first domain starts for real next week. More stuff to shove in on the right!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca was probably as good as I expected it to be. It had more dry humour than I had expected but I think it's probably rightly called a classic film. Unfortunately films of that age seem a little corny nowadays and I think if you don't know the political and historical realities of the period it's a lil' hard to digest what's happening exactly. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm having guests tomorrow. From Melaka. Good thing Abang has his own house already. I'll be sleeping in his room and they can have my room or maybe I'll overnight at Abang's house! Cool. Haz going for her camp, again :) Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if Dina had made her decision.&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me with books, 1940s movie and guests~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111069805464353447?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111069805464353447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111069805464353447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111069805464353447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111069805464353447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111064776667158919</id><published>2005-03-13T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:02:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/sirampokok.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/sirampokok.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Watering the plants. Theme: Air Dan Udara. The children learnt about air &amp; water. One of the hands-on activity that is to water the plants. Had a great time!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111064776667158919?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111064776667158919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111064776667158919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064776667158919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064776667158919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-times-together.html' title='good times together'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111064748425086968</id><published>2005-03-13T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:27:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/malayclass2005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/malayclass2005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadika 2- Malay Class 2005. Now they are a year older. All growing taller! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111064748425086968?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111064748425086968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111064748425086968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064748425086968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064748425086968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/tadika-2-malay-class-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111064501511767846</id><published>2005-03-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:30:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/aidahain2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/aidahain2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting together with the guy's side... we had the time of our own- to pose! The deco's nice! Combination of soft purple and white.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111064501511767846?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111064501511767846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111064501511767846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064501511767846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064501511767846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/sitting-together-with-guys-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111064396408001279</id><published>2005-03-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:12:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/aidahain.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/aidahain.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111064396408001279?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111064396408001279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111064396408001279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064396408001279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064396408001279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111064296259814979</id><published>2005-03-13T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:19:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/Picture(42).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/Picture(42).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain and I went to a friend's wedding dinner... :) Note: Photo edited by Shyjive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111064296259814979?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111064296259814979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111064296259814979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064296259814979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111064296259814979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/ain-and-i-went-to-friends-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-111029548063635911</id><published>2005-03-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T01:20:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...</title><content type='html'>... at Tampines Central. &lt;em&gt;Hitch&lt;/em&gt; was not bad afterall but its kinda common. Became addicted to The father of all Buns, Papa Roti. It was a 'never again' experience at Century Square's Food Junction. My poor schmate and the contaminated Mango Juice from Sweet Talk but luckily no problem with my Blueberry Blended Ice. And my routine breakfast with Old Chang Kee. &lt;em&gt;[semenjak-menjak dah halal...haiz]&lt;/em&gt;But now have to cut down the number of visits already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with my relatives from K.L. Abg Ikmal is getting married in May! We are invited. So all of us will be going to K.L! *Yeay* Took a pic with my cuzzy, Sherina, and the parking coupons! Haha! The 'tummy-filling session' was good. Never thought that i'll be tagging along with them due to some plans that i've arranged earlier on. But somehow it happened. Anyways, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simply Us at the Meridien.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/640/shyshe.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/2462/320/shyshe.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Much, Just My Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go? &lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have been incredibly busy and as a result I've neglected my blog.&lt;br /&gt;A great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going through my adjustment period. I haven't been to bed before 11:30pm in the last 2 years, but I've done it for three days so far. And I've been up at 6am the following mornings. Stop the insanity! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on a presentation for tomorrow...I mean today. I went through so many drafts of the presentation until I finally settled on the "less is more" concept. Less slides to show equals more demo time. I guess I just want to do a good job. I really, really need to get to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty good right about now, not nervous but definitely anxious. &lt;br /&gt;Another weekend has flown by. I hate wishing time away. As what Aniz said, we are lucky to be around to complain about how crappy our day was, and others aren't so lucky. Happy flying girl. An Eiffel would be good... :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few words to...&lt;br /&gt;Aniz, thanks for the great idea. Was'nt sure if I would be able to do it. I felt so intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain, just be patient. I know u've been through alot. Let Allah decide our future. May both U &amp; Wan stay healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my humans, had great time with u peeps. Thanks! We had a lot in mind but not much we can share. Sorry girls! One thing for sure, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and Sis Linda, had great time being a &lt;strong&gt;free-loader&lt;/strong&gt; for half a day! Thk u for footing the bills. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro again... many thanks for formating the PC and putting in the Infra-Red. It has been very useful and it is well-taken care of. Still waiting patiently for the radio. Not only that, &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; u want to give me any storage drawers, i'll accept! Ok enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice, thanks for recommending me the watermelon seed powder. It works!&lt;br /&gt;I feel that as if i'm in the Grammy now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've missed a few at least, i'll do another round. Thank you once again, i louuurve you... Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, last week and everyone else~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-111029548063635911?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/111029548063635911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=111029548063635911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111029548063635911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/111029548063635911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110948869247058651</id><published>2005-02-27T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:18:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/3811/640/PIC00179.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/3811/320/PIC00179.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of: Dina!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110948869247058651?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110948869247058651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110948869247058651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110948869247058651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110948869247058651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/02/picture-courtesy-of-dina.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110939924981659910</id><published>2005-02-26T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:59:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, u just have to ask yourself.</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of questions and I hope many are answered. I hope that those experiences will change my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now, a few of the unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;1] The worth fighting desperately to stay right in the middle sometimes can be satisfying. We just have to be somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Question: Do I fit in anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2a] Anyone would have just think about themselves. When everything comes in easy for them, you'll be nowhere to be fitted in their space. Sad but true. Whereas, when things go out of hand, you are always there eventhough the situation doesnt seems to allow you to do that much for others. Reached out when others are in pain, but to others, my predicament are not their problem. Human. I have never done this before but...&lt;br /&gt;Question: Should I stoop at the same level as them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2b] I was once said a high flown friend. I hits me badly till now. It was not known to me until I was lead to know. Zero expectation of back bitting would happen. And it happened- always expect the unexpected. Conclusively, when help are given with sincerity, the helpers are actualy pretendinglah BUT if you help and expecting a return u r as good as an angel! To me it is a HUGE ERRANOUS but people with that "ethical heart" cannot see! Though it saddened me like anything but I don't wish to see the person who said that to feel it. More faith in Allah and it helps.&lt;br /&gt;Qestion: Are we good enough to judge people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] Frightening situations always stimulate learning. A period of reflection after each event helps. But again, in my own experience it takes more than reflection alone to anchor the learning. The toughest lesson is to learn to transfer the things you learned into life settings.&lt;br /&gt;Question: Should I do down under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother about the these negative thoughts and questions. I have to think linear. And for everyone else... choose the right rhyme. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the-query-me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110939924981659910?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110939924981659910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110939924981659910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110939924981659910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110939924981659910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes-u-just-have-to-ask-yourself.html' title='Sometimes, u just have to ask yourself.'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110940168712952672</id><published>2005-02-26T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:08:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 8 reasons of why sleep is good:</title><content type='html'>1] Sleeping makes you un-tired&lt;br /&gt;2] You don't have to deal with anyone (real, at least)&lt;br /&gt;3] There is no "homework" in "sleep", just as there is no "I" in a "team"&lt;br /&gt;4] Sleep means being in the midst of warm blankets&lt;br /&gt;5] Sleep makes you happy the next day&lt;br /&gt;6] Sleep puts off the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;7] Sleep is the favored tool of procrastinators&lt;br /&gt;8] Sleeping makes the world disappear (to the outside of your eylids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ simply me and the concept of sleep~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110940168712952672?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110940168712952672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110940168712952672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110940168712952672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110940168712952672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/02/top-8-reasons-of-why-sleep-is-good.html' title='Top 8 reasons of why sleep is good:'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110925929768700773</id><published>2005-02-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:34:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious BUSINESS...</title><content type='html'>*smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the session, what I can say for now is, improving one's skills is a necessary but no longer a sufficient condition for economic success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might have done with all of the conscientious planning and all. Top management will start from the very beginning and spend hours trying to figure out what they and everyone else should be doing. But still The Unintended Consequences turn up and so, they spent lot of time covering bases that don’t immediately matter, like, embarrassment-avoidance, self- forgiveness, searching for the guilty, or just self- talk. Oh people...! Meanwhile, the situation continues to leak, foam, stink, burn, and, perhaps, suicidal attempt. Astaghfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;They fear in preparedness. Hehe none of them fall in the Four Dimensional Leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me and the issue of deficits [recent economy]~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110925929768700773?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110925929768700773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110925929768700773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110925929768700773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110925929768700773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/02/serious-business.html' title='Serious BUSINESS...'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110883169630326497</id><published>2005-02-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:34:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial of life... *smiles*</title><content type='html'>Any bullet proof for souls? heh...i'm just asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;Wish if I could dissapear and fade to nothing. I don't care what anyone says but I'm done...you can only handle so much, that much. Just a waste of time, trying to buy into this false reality. Not into it all along. So forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so raw right now, I didn't want to even post this up because i'm just too weary, but seriously, what's the point of having a blog if you don't post?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah sayang orang yang sabar...&lt;/strong&gt; *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita sama-sama renung firman Allah di dalam surah Al-Mu'minun ayat 115-116 yang bermaksud :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maka adakah patut kamu menyangka, bahawa kami hanya menciptakan kamu (dari tiada kepada ada) sahaja dengan tiada sebarang hikmat pada ciptaan itu?. Dan kamu (menyangka pula) tidak akan di kembalikan kepada kami? Maka (dengan yang demikian), Maha tinggilah Allah yang menguasai seluruh alam, lagi Yang Tetap Benar, tiada Tuhan melainkan Dia, Tuhan yang mempunyai Arasy yang mulia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to cry, so it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball. This is the way... *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~simply me, feeling raw~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110883169630326497?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110883169630326497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110883169630326497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110883169630326497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110883169630326497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/02/trial-of-life-smiles.html' title='Trial of life... *smiles*'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7096190.post-110874479955942375</id><published>2005-02-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:39:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention: Ms NAzeemah Abbas</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to dearest Jimah...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar tak aku nyanyi???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga iman &amp; taqwa bertambah dan mendapat sakinah dlm perjalanan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Lahir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7096190-110874479955942375?l=shyjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/feeds/110874479955942375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7096190&amp;postID=110874479955942375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110874479955942375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7096190/posts/default/110874479955942375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyjive.blogspot.com/2005/02/attention-ms-nazeemah-abbas.html' title='Attention: Ms NAzeemah Abbas'/><author><name>Shaidah Nafisah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00050714572570434939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a298/nurhaziqah92/Picture87edt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
