<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 11:40:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Everyday</category><category>Songs/chants</category><category>Top tips</category><category>Try it</category><category>Celebration</category><category>Short story</category><category>R.I.P Ramnath</category><category>pelajar unisel mati bunuh diri</category><category>Dream</category><category>Formspring</category><category>In love</category><category>Welcome</category><category>World</category><title>Star Struck</title><description>I own a heart, a heart that could sing, here I am singing to the lullaby of the life of mine.. ~SallyAllysa~</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-3408443782268475827</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T16:00:10.113+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pelajar unisel mati bunuh diri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">R.I.P Ramnath</category><title>Reminisce (R.I.P Ram)</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3pPmNQ2C-RAG4b1ac7U2GjFRVlCu2s4KFKF9V84HMDIyVEd8ouMqMPnIDc0vApbY-dlFESMebdiOnihTyUIr1SfsMCmgoJCQpitGZKb_-qBSgykXyeKe_ayn3G9kU7aOTYtH06RffOdf/s1600/3428155525_16eda742c7.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3pPmNQ2C-RAG4b1ac7U2GjFRVlCu2s4KFKF9V84HMDIyVEd8ouMqMPnIDc0vApbY-dlFESMebdiOnihTyUIr1SfsMCmgoJCQpitGZKb_-qBSgykXyeKe_ayn3G9kU7aOTYtH06RffOdf/s320/3428155525_16eda742c7.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Some people came into our lives and quickly go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Some stay for a while and leave footprints in our hearts,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and we are never ever the same&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As you guys already know/read my previous post. I haven&#39;t had a chance to really express how I feel in there. It&#39;s (the post) just filled with anger to those irresponsible ppl(you know who u are, I don&#39;t have to say names). &lt;b&gt;To those who already removed the picture from your blog/website I&#39;m truly grateful for that&lt;/b&gt; Thanks again... I haven&#39;t been sleeping for the past hours so I&#39;m sorry to those people around me that maybe thought I&#39;m being a bit emotional towards my environment.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it&#39;s too late to say all this. But somehow maybe there is a slightest chance to let him know that for me, he has been a good friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memories~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s still playing in my mind, the time when we registered for MUET exam together,it&#39;s only me and you from foundation students. &lt;br /&gt;
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When you say I shud not put any foundation cuz it made me get more pimples and I argue with you in front of the lecturer dat &quot;it&#39;s not a foundation, it&#39;s BB cream! blemish balm!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When me U and tiqah have our break together in the cafe. There is one time when U told me not to look/stare at the seniors cuz they might hurt me or bully me and I said &quot;No lah, they won&#39;t dare.&quot; Still U tell me to be careful not to mess with them. ~.~ I missed that time, u were very caring friend Ram, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I beat you with my pencil box, threw you with that also(sorry huhu) but U still laugh and didn&#39;t beat me back. &lt;br /&gt;
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When U eat my medicine(antibiotics) because I dare u so. and it taste like shit(u know I can smell the smell of the damn antibiotics) I was shock that u really chew it, and Leong gave u his mineral water I saw ur face was red that time. Then I was suppose to give u RM10 but u refused to take the money.=.=&quot; why?!&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; because you&#39;re a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When we practice our coral speaking together. &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;U were the conductor&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;
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When U and me were in the same group in debate, in class. &lt;br /&gt;
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When U tell me something and I won&#39;t believe you but U&#39;d still tell.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember? when U show me that picture in your laptop? the 1million priced laptop? U showed me few times, but I still can&#39;t guess it right. I guess I have a low memory drive.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U belanja me and tiqah. =)&lt;br /&gt;
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When I belanja U chocolate.. I always have plenty of chocolates with me btw =)&lt;br /&gt;
And U and Arvind tell me that chocolate is heaty, so xeat too much but hey I don&#39;t listen at all! huhu =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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When U tell me that Shobie is going to get married first and not you.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U ask me the whole day whether I am ok( the day dat I have fever,sore throat and flu)&lt;br /&gt;
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When U tell me something funny. and I tried not to laugh. and we went crazy in the class.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U teach me how to play video games in your lappie.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U asked me to find U a girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I make fun of your name ( I make a lady gaga song out of it) ~ Rama ma ma ma! =( and u xangry and still laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I told U to tell me everything.(but u didn&#39;t have a chance coz after that I quit Unisel.)&lt;br /&gt;
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When U asked me not to quit. Then U want my ID for memory. But I didn&#39;t give it to you till now.=.=&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When U call me LULU,LALA&lt;br /&gt;
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When U said you are handsome. and I said &quot;U perasan&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U said that ur teeth are all fake, cuz U were involved in an accident before.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we plan to go study in the US together and U said u want to join Lincoln College for the twinning program.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U said you are coming to MSU. and U told me not to be sombong and always hangout together with U. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I call U stupid, and U said &quot;yes&quot;. Then U called me smartAs*&lt;br /&gt;
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When we both called each other &#39;gila&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U helped me in spellings.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I tried to speak Utara with you and U feel pelik. (I admit, I&#39;m bad at it kan Tiqah?)&lt;br /&gt;
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When we both make noise together in class. U make fun of Leong, U always argue with him for some unknown reason. &lt;br /&gt;
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When we are in the same group for horoscope, U helped me explain the gymastic sumthing (i forgot)&lt;br /&gt;
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When U sms me in class and tell me U were angry with our classmate that time.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I simply misscalled U ( I did that to everyone in the class including Chicko) just to get U guys in trouble with the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;
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When U made that puppy-face..haha&lt;br /&gt;
many2 other things that reminds me of U buddy. Seriously, lately I&#39;ve been thinking about U so much but my bloody hand won&#39;t call, I&#39;m too busy being so selfish! With my new college life and all.&lt;br /&gt;
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U know U were a very smart person? very loud, gila? but U have a very kind heart. I swear I didn&#39;t expect this to happen bro. Not from you, I guess I have failed to be a good friend in return. I wasn&#39;t there asking whether U were okay. How&#39;s ur life. The saddest thing is I didn&#39;t even know U came back to Unisel, can&#39;t exactly tell when was the last time we really talk. U&#39;ve also deleted your profile in fb, I shud have been more alert man. &amp;nbsp;It hurt when I realized that U made your decisions because no one is listening, no one is being a friend, no one is there for U. U listened to me before and when it&#39;s your turn I was not there. U didn&#39;t leave nothing there. Perhaps, U were tired that no one ever cared. Sorry for being such a hopeless friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although you made ur mistakes, as a friend i still accept you the way you are. But I know none of these regrets matters now. You&#39;re gone. Forever. I pray for your soul to rest in peace, meet you there when my time comes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #004387; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #004387; font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;- Anais Nin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #004387; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/12/reminisce-rip-ram.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3pPmNQ2C-RAG4b1ac7U2GjFRVlCu2s4KFKF9V84HMDIyVEd8ouMqMPnIDc0vApbY-dlFESMebdiOnihTyUIr1SfsMCmgoJCQpitGZKb_-qBSgykXyeKe_ayn3G9kU7aOTYtH06RffOdf/s72-c/3428155525_16eda742c7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-7023400355709332765</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T08:52:02.512+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pelajar unisel mati bunuh diri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">R.I.P Ramnath</category><title>[Pelajar Unisel  Mati Bunuh Diri] STOP blogging about him. Please! (R.I.P Ramnath)</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZu3MknFdDHi3gPUY5f4gHgiD8xO1Ck0ZoEmQELCff1dGCcSBa_dWKSkcUP4dQgQZcn19nlpFwVZKkoFhExRp0tdC_VYJnUkdVnMcqbCFIn9hMPdS5Zos-w2mgiTlS4PRtqVnaPcwUzokm/s1600/Image038.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZu3MknFdDHi3gPUY5f4gHgiD8xO1Ck0ZoEmQELCff1dGCcSBa_dWKSkcUP4dQgQZcn19nlpFwVZKkoFhExRp0tdC_VYJnUkdVnMcqbCFIn9hMPdS5Zos-w2mgiTlS4PRtqVnaPcwUzokm/s320/Image038.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve lost a friend of mine..a very gud friend indeed. It&#39;s painful to knw that he died in such a way. As a muslim, we all knew that suicide is forbidden, but let me make things clear over here. &lt;br /&gt;
Talking bad about the dead is also&lt;b&gt; forbidden!&lt;/b&gt; get me? &lt;br /&gt;
I understand, this kinda news is like &quot;goreng pisang panas&quot;. Can also drive traffics to your site right? &lt;br /&gt;
Let me blow some sense into your pre-matured brains dear bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think: If the same thing happens to your brother, how wud u feel?&lt;br /&gt;
think: If the same thing happens to your fren, how the heck wud u feel?&lt;br /&gt;
think: If the same thing happens to ur own son! how the f**k wud u feel?&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder which smarta*s started posting the picture in twitter/fb/blog anything! &lt;br /&gt;
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To whoever u might be; shall U apologize to the decease&#39;s family or that bitch(KARMA) will come and get you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Logic damn it. If you find any of ur family members pictures whom just passed away ONLINE, wud you like it? &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t care what your intentions are. Kindly REMOVE the picture! respect the deceased, where is your sense of humanity?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, U can laugh and say he will go to hell. Well hello! how can you guarantee that you yourself won&#39;t? Enough good deeds on earth? Until U can confidently mock the dead ppl? take a look at yourself in the mirror. Don&#39;t judge him, just don&#39;t! Most of you don&#39;t even know who he is. Not even sure whether he exists! So stop pretending like you do and mind your own business. Take care of your own family. Who knows one of them might fall of the building and die.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;
Please stop all the speculations and let the police investigate. Keep ur mouth shut. Because you don&#39;t have a right to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
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*deep condolences to his family&amp;relatives. We&#39;ll miss you buddy, u were a great friend to me. Many things that we&#39;ve been through together back in foundation years, I&#39;ll treasure that. Rest in peace dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
lunatic LILY :&#39;(&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/12/stop-blogging-about-him-please-rip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZu3MknFdDHi3gPUY5f4gHgiD8xO1Ck0ZoEmQELCff1dGCcSBa_dWKSkcUP4dQgQZcn19nlpFwVZKkoFhExRp0tdC_VYJnUkdVnMcqbCFIn9hMPdS5Zos-w2mgiTlS4PRtqVnaPcwUzokm/s72-c/Image038.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-4323370727114112210</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-16T13:57:22.930+08:00</atom:updated><title>WHO started it? pt.4</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Hi, my name’s Henry. Pleasure to meet you” --halfway through Sarah came back on her conscious mind, Nicole butt in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“She’s Sarah. Sarah James. Nice meeting you too, on behalf of Sarah.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sarah rolled her eyes at Nicole. She just cannot believe what just happened. If only Nicole is not her best friend at all, she might get a nice tight slap on her plump cheeks. Which is near flawless, and sleek.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I feel sick. Suddenly. I have got to make a move now, Nic. See yah..” said Sarah relentlessly without glancing to Henry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Indeed she really felt sick. That was unexpectedly appalling. She quickly leave the set&amp;#160; and went back home to her apartment. Left Henry and her best friend at the staircase contemplating on Sarah’s statement. Is she really sick? or sick of me? or him? or herself? ---Nicole cannot think of any other possibility that can make Sarah fall sick, suddenly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He looked at Nicole, and walked off without proper disassemble. Not to blame him, Nicole was busy pondering and of course he might be kicked by Sarah’s reaction. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have approached to her in the first place, maybe she’s shocked or she really think that I’m some kind of pervert.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He stared into the mirror beside the shelves. Standing effortlessly with his right leg crossing the left. He thought that he saw a hopeless in bulgy clothes with worn out shoes. ---Yeah maybe I was right, she thinks I’m a pervert. Well I’m not. Not to her at least. I sincerely adore her, I do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He left the place in frowned. Thinking what should he do about the incident that just happened, he might have to fix things up. He doesn’t want to lose his dream girl for good. She is the one that he has been finding for and it’s time for him to hit the target, not literally but slightly cause he do not want to give her a shock on her chest. Deep in his heart, Sarah deserves a better person rather than he who had indulged in failed relationships. He has got to man up, to win Sarah’s heart which he knew he might achieve complete failure providing the fact that she did not want to talk to him the first time he said hi to her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just be positive, Henry. It’s your turn now, she is the one. Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*************************************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What was going on in her poor little head? Was it because she had sacrificed all her fortune that she became madly fond of this youngster, or was it because she had given him the first tender kiss? The mystery is alike for children and for those of riper years. For months she dreamed of that corner near the cemetery and of the little chap. She stole a soul here and, there from her parents on the chair money or groceries she was sent to buy. When she returned to the spot near the cemetery she had two francs in her pocket, but he was not there. Passing his father&#39;s drug store, she caught sight of him behind the counter. He was sitting between a large red globe and a blue one. She only loved him the more, quite carried away at the sight of the brilliant-colored globes. She cherished the recollection of it forever in her heart. The following year she met him near the school. playing marbles. She rushed up to him, threw her arms round him, and kissed him so passionately that he screamed, in fear. To quiet him, she gave him all her money. Three francs and twenty centimes! A real gold mine, at which he gazed with staring eyes.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Buhh... I can’t get his face out of my freaking head. Have I gone complete mad or psychotically sick?” Said Sarah while slamming the novel on her bed side table. She has no idea why is she reading a romance novel after all. She has tons of assignments, quizzes awaits and mid semester test just around the corner. Things has gone subtlety fine until he came into my life. Bugging much that right now she keep on having flashback of yesterdays scene, her Saturday&amp;#160; became gloomy and illusive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“God. I have to end this. I do not know how, but I must. Necessary as-SOON-as possible!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She muttered: &amp;quot;Thou art not gone being gone, where&#39;er thou art, Thou leav&#39;st in him thy watchful eyes, in him thy loving heart.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His eyes is bugging her. Much of a distraction than a company. She couldn’t help herself, where her internal organs seemed like they are already partially disbanded. Epic, she couldn’t be less metaphoric nowadays. Ever since forever she had the influence of ancient literature she read when she was little kid, amazingly written by her late father.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I miss you daddy, I really do.” She began teary. Her bright hazel eyes began to spill tears as she holds the old photograph, the only picture she has of her late parents. They died on a plane crash when she was 13, exactly a day before her birthday. Since then, she never had a proper birthday celebration and she never wants to. She wished that she can have them back but she knows that they’re up there watching upon her struggling to build her own life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I’ll do it for the both of you. I promise.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She let the remorse took over. She just want to reminisce and that is the only thing she can do. As she lay in bed, she heard her phone ringing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I’ll call you back.” She whispered. She’s not going to pick up any calls, she’s having a good time alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________To Be Continued___________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-started-it-pt4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-8162615202029894771</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 10:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-12T18:40:17.933+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Short story</category><title>WHO started it? pt.3</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 3 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her eyelids popping open wide--- gasped. Dull gray light, the familiar light of an overcast morning. Sarah went into the shower.&lt;em&gt; Dang&lt;/em&gt;, she slammed the door of her bathroom, she do not want to be late again today so she woke up early. “Shh!” she hissed, glancing at her phone as it screamed at her notifying of a new message from Nicole. “You better be there, Nic” grumble Sarah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah picked up the phone in a fast motion, she read what Nicole’s message--- “Yes Sarah, I am coming today if you promise me that you are not going to try to murder me or anything. =p Love, Nic” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’re lucky that I am in a good mood today. If not you will probably find yourself strangled, Nic.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Seriously, what happened yesterday? Too bad I wasn’t around to see the most exciting college drama. Did I?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, I was late for class. Then I got stuck at my apartment because I left my keys. I went back to campus, and found that my roommate will only go back home in another half an hour. So, I went to our place and chilled down and bought an ice-cream for myself. There, I saw him staring at me with the daring look as if he was going to swallow me in no time. You can imagine the rest, all my natural act came out and spoiled my image! Thank Goodness Helen came and saved my day.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Not bad. Three days in a row, Sarah. It seems like…” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shut up. I know what you are going to say but that’s not going to happen, never.” She protested in a low tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to be sneaky about it Nicole pressed her arm against Sarah’s shoulder. She really missed fooling around with Sarah, her most perky friend in college. But she still wondered why Sarah is acting as differently as she is always anxious about this guy. Who is he, really? The anxiety seemed to ratchet up the intensity of the pounding in her head. She needs to get settled with this as soon as possible, she can’t wait anymore. The lecture today was as boring as ever, she didn’t find herself interested at all but at least she got to distract herself from thinking about that stranger. Maybe today they are going to see him again at the same place outside the campus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time, she promised herself to look back and confront him if it’s possible. Her madness has come to the point that she will go up to the challenge that Nicole had ask her to. They walked in silence, Nicole shortening her stride to match Sarah. She knew that they got to face this together, for her friend’s sake. Although she knows Sarah is actually vulnerable inside, she believed in her braveness sometimes. They head to the stairs, wanted to go down to the U-Lobby as the others are moving towards the same direction too.Sarah shrugged. The very familiar expression drawn on her face every time she got shocked. “Shit.” The first word popped out of her tiny mouth .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What?” Asked Nicole. She was still finding for the cause of the situation, Sarah kept quiet her mouth mumbling strange language or maybe she was chanting a set of curses Nicole was almost lost of touch. Then she looked down, Nicole saw the weird guy climbing up the stairs with his eyes glaring on Sarah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, this time Nicole had already recognize his features. Sarah could feel his every step towards her, this time he’s really going to face her for real. Suddenly, she felt like there were only 3 of them there. He walked up to her gracefully with the most neutral expressionless face and stop right in front of her feet. Making Sarah even more stoned and panic hit her nerves, she could feel her whole face blushed-badly. She couldn’t open her bloody mouth as all her rhetorical question flew away into the outer space and made her experience a temporary mind blackout session. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“So, we meet again.” Said the guy indifferently drawing a smile in his sharp features. He waited for the reply patiently yet Sarah barely says any chunk of word. As he spoke, he could hear the distinctive theme music from Sarah’s phone breaking the ultimate silence. Still, Sarah numbly stood there and had Nicole to watch whether there is going to be any response from Sarah but it seemed like the girl is in her ‘lost world’ already. Possibly diverting herself from the bleak moment? Both of them wait for each other to start a conversation, ironically the boy stood there as if he was never going to move anywhere until Sarah speaks. Did he planned all this? Or it is just Sarah being unlucky to see him unreadily? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The awkward moment when two unknown people met and said nothing to each other…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________To Be Continued__________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-started-it-pt3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-8319872656129888248</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:46:56.359+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Short story</category><title>WHO started it? pt. 2</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today Sarah feels sick. First, Nicole is absent and she had to sit alone meaning not really alone but alone(you know how girls describe “alone”). Secondly, its because she had to climb up the stairs as the elevator is cramped up with humans. That happens when you arrive at the campus during the peak time- usually few minutes before class started. She cannot afford being late for especially this particular class that the lecturer is super strict. It does remind her of the incident that her classmate was stuck outside the door because he was 6 minutes late. GOSH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shit, where in the world did I put my phone?” Sarah grumbled, discharging all sort off props from her bag. It’s her fault for dumping everything in it, which she call it “school bag”. She could not find for either her house keys nor her phone. Sarah has just moved in her rental apartment, just a stone throw away from her campus. But her day today is miserable, as she was almost late for class, no friend to talk to, boring lectures, and now she could not get into the house. She can feel her blood rose to her head. Seems like she could blow-off anytime. Finally, she decided to leave and head back to her campus probably to find for something to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The anxious look on her face showed that she is clearly at unease state of mind. She strode quickly to the cafeteria and bought herself a nice chilling drink to distress her mind and soul. Sarah slump in the seat and start murmuring some song, she feels exhausted. After a few minutes, she starts searching for her phone again as she still remember she played with it during class. There she goes, she found the phone placed in her freaking pencil box! Sigh~ Now, she’s left with few cents to call her housemate&amp;#160; so they can go back home together. “Right, see you…” Sarah hang up. She glance at her watch, another half an hour!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually, she walk to her favorite chilling spot. Ice-cream time! Her flavor is definitely vanilla ice-cream but today, Sarah has a sudden yearn for chocolate. Maybe cause she’s feeling vile. As she walk by the road-side, the familiar place where it made her reminisce the “event” of her first time telling Nicole who the guy is. “Okay this is weird ,he’s not here and I got myself thinking bout him. Well, there’s nothing wrong and it’s my wish to think about anything I want. No harm, no harm.” She mumbles. She took her thoughts elsewhere and march to her favorite stall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time passed so slow when you want it to be fast. Sarah feels antsy but she had no choice but to wait, which is exactly NOT her favorite pastime. She took out her phone and start listening the music player to fill in the gap. She also found that she actually enjoyed watching other people that passes by. That helped a lot in holding herself&amp;#160; back from being restless in public. She successfully become a patient person at least for the moment. Music therapy does work on ‘mentally disturbed’ people. She told herself, smiling without realizing how sadistic her thoughts was .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; “Pathetic, this is me. Such a pathe-----tic….” She stops there. She couldn’t finish her words, her brain was paralyzed and she could tell that her heart literally shriveled. The guy watched her from afar, which she didn’t even notice from the beginning. This is gawky, Sarah became even more clumsier when she saw that the guy was completely focusing at her like an eagle watching its prey. Gross! Then, she checks on the time and look around pretending as if nothing happen and she didn’t see the guy staring. Which was obvious she just saw. The guy can tell that she is such a bad-faker. Oh, Sarah Sarah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Rings!!!* She promptly answered her phone. “Helen, you here? Like now?” Sarah almost shrieks happily. She got up and walk to her housemate, her savior for the day. “Are you okay? You look…”,&amp;#160; “Yeah, I am. Completely. Let’s go now!” She insists and pull Helen as she still trying to figure out what to say.&amp;#160; On their way back home, Sarah distract Helen by asking her as many questions to get over the topic that Helen tried to fancy on. She don’t want to share it to the world, and she thinks that who cares if someone really stare at her though. It’s not a big deal after all. They might even think that she is overreacting or too much of self conscious/indulgence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back at home, she feels absolute relief. Got off from the stranger and escape from Helens queries. This time, she really have the urge to confront that ‘stalker’. At least she will be clear to herself whether that guy looked at her purposely because he was out of his normal-state-of mind or simply because he thinks she’s a weirdo or a total bizarre. She gasp and put herself to sleep yet still thinking about the same thing over and over until her ‘night comes’ and brought her into dreamland. Sarah hope that tomorrow will be a better day for her. Precisely, better than today…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________To Be Continued_______________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-started-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-300444582024358468</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:41:13.737+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Short story</category><title>WHO started it? (Short Story)</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monologue:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Like seriously. I have no idea how,when and who started the “stare” or “look” drama. I don’t even know it could be dragged until now~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It has been few months and yet whenever they pass by each other it’s either the guy stared or the girl turned and look. Just that, and nothing happened.&amp;#160; This isn’t any Korean drama nor a Hollywood series. The thing is that, THEY DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Yes,they study in the same college. As simple as just bumping into each other because it is a slightly small-tiny little campus (what else can you aspect from a Private University). Obviously, the girl noticed that the guy “looked” at her a couple of times. It’s a girl thing, they would know if a guy stared at them—although this is not really explainable, you have to believe it. She tried to refute her instinct because logically he might as well not intended to do that. So, there’s really nothing to be messed about. She comforts herself by just having the thought that it’s just a small matter anyway. It can happen to anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Days and weeks goes by, the same thing happened over and over again. Look at her even when he’s with his friend. It’s either she saw him before class or on her way back home. She couldn’t resist herself from telling it to her best friend. Actually, she didn’t tell it on her face directly as in “Nicole, I think there’s this guy staring at me.”—There goes the first name in this story. No! She isn&#39;t the type of girl that will declare something that she is uncertain of even if it’s her best friend. In language, she has an ego problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So she decided to give her a hint on that guy by telling her “Nic, I think someone is looking...” It happened that at the same time her best friend feels the same way too. Right, now she can start to let it all out off her chest! They talked about it that evening at their usual port near to an ice-cream stall while waiting for Nicole’s parent to fetch her home. Yet, though at that time she still haven’t literally point out who the guy really is. Just start giving a little bit clue here and there. This might sound a little cliché but this girl; specifically really wants to confirm things out. All this accusations, stalking thingy is really not her favorite topic to brag about. Especially in her first year. Keep on reading, you don’t know her name yet :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ego problem is one thing. While, an abstrusely deep-thinker is another thing about this lady. To accentuate, she aren’t simply the type of person that will let go off things just like that. Maybe she will let it go, but this one is just not the type of case. Without having the thought why does this matter intrigue her exclusively or what not.&amp;#160; She sickly provoked herself in finding the truth. It has affected her now where she let herself go haywire; just to think about someone that she don’t really know at all. Definitely, she don’t even know his name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;A month have passed, but only a few days that her friend got to know about this dude. How can she be so sure that he was all this while looking at her? Maybe it was just a coincidence? or maybe it was just her being…..? Fortunate or not, she is now clear that he’s really looking at her. Uncomfortably she had admit that to Nicole. She just had an omen that they will meet again today. Not sure, but just know that it will happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The event has come that both the girls walk their way to the campus. There, she found him standing across the road with his friends casually maybe just chilling after class. Her heart aches, it almost feel like it stops beating for a second. Like something just went in and gave a nice punch that could make a deep hole, right in. She didn’t expect him to look at her though as she’s walking with another person. He can’t be be that &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;. She can’t help herself but to mutter something and talk to Nicole. They passed him by, and he “looked” at her. She could feel he got his sight on her every step. Again! It was really obvious that even Nicole noticed. “You know that guy standing there just now, was he sort of looking at me?” asked Sarah. “Yeah” Nicole frankly replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;“He’s the guy that I’m talking about.Sigh.” You can Imagine the rest, the whole confession or more to a burden-let-go session continues in the class until the lecture arrived. Starting right from the beginning where Sarah first “met” him until the walking to the campus scene. They now both agreed that he is totally doing what they think he’s doing. It’s just the matter that whether he has the intention to do what he does or not. Nicole still did not really had a good&amp;#160; glimpse of that guy’s face. Similarly, both of them are the “won’t look back if you look at me” type. So, things becomes more and more dragged down, or up, or to the side, or who cares.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;______To Be Continued_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-started-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-9172581847998696170</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:57:36.803+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Simply-an-Update</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Soon that I have reached the end of my short semester, I have actually wrote a couple of short stories. Which I wish to share,BUT I am afraid that it is not as good as Twilight. Though,mentioning twilight yes most of it is a love story. I have to admit ONE of the stories is still incomplete as the story hasn’t really have an ending yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, if you are asking me why suddenly I start to write stories because as far as everyone is concerned I am very bad in writing stories. Even if it is an essay writing quiz, my ultimate choice will be FACTUAL (of course). I would like to really-truly-deeply apologize if my piece of writing doesn’t really meet up to your expectation. I can’t be writing facts FOREVER right? So, here I go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s : I’ll post it up Chapter-by-chapter okay =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not now,just wait&amp;#160; (^y^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/05/simply-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-5885005233652325363</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:58:53.599+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Top tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Try it</category><title>How to keep your Perfume Long Lasting</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We all just loved buying new perfumes and add it in our collection right! Personally I do too..It’s just that somehow the point is how can we keep it from damaging is losing its scent? There are many causes that would have to affect the perfume to lose it’s original scent. So you must know how to “handle” your probably expensive PERFUMES! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Keep all fragrance in a cool, dry area, and away from windows as sunlight can unbalance the various ingredients. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. An opened bottle should be kept in its box to insure a longer shelf life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Fragrances should be kept away from excessive heat or cold, and to avoid evaporation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The cap must be tightly closed to maintain fragrance integrity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; expose the fragrance for any length of time to sun light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Fragrances &lt;strong&gt;don&#39;t last forever&lt;/strong&gt;. There are certain precautions though that will ensure the quality of the fragrance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Heat can also destroy a fragrance so keep it from extreme temperatures. Fragrances usually last 3 years from the date they were manufactured.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Perfumes in spray bottles tend to last longer because the air doesn&#39;t hit it when you spray, unlike the type you dab onto your skin. Store your favorite perfume wrapped in plastic in a drawer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Perfume in the original container that&#39;s kept in a dark area at room temperature can last more than 40 years.=D If your skin oil gets into the perfume upon applying, the sun hits the bottle or it sits in a hot area for a long time, be prepared for a different scent within as short a time as a year. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Get use out of it before it goes bad. Try put a few drops in your shampoo and conditioner or mix some up in an inexpensive body lotion. Keep the perfume out of the bathroom and in a cooler area, &lt;u&gt;even if you use it daily.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Watch-out for the syndromes: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch out for a color change. The first sign that a perfume is spoiled is that it&#39;s become darker and much thicker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The smell is often bad. When you open a bottle of perfume that you haven&#39;t used for awhile, wipe the opening with alcohol and let it dry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the alcohol dries and the residue on the bottle is gone, smell the contents. If it still smells bad, discard the bottle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s : “The color of the bottle affects how long the perfume will last.Perfumes housed in dark or opaque bottles last longer since they are not as easily exposed to light. Perfumes housed in clear bottles should be kept in the original box, or in a dark area, so they will not be exposed to light and go bad.”     &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now that you have already understood all the above, GO! take all the Eau De toilette/Eau De Parfum away from being exposed to all the above. I know it’s like a pleasure of looking at all your “branded” perfumes on the dressing tables but remember that it’s not worth buying hundreds of Costly perfumes that the smell didn’t get to last long because of YOU,YOU, YOU =p it’s sort of wasting your money..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Do-You-Know that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smelling perfumes can help you to lose weight? haha yes, practically it helps by reducing the possibility of you getting hungry..Try smelling your perfumes constantly like few times b4 meal. You’ll eat less! =D Oh, other than that will be drinking of mineral water. Always start your meal by drinking a cup of plain water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAlllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-keep-your-perfume-long-lasting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-8356542252602145420</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2011 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:57:15.867+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In love</category><title>Why I love Sami Yusuf?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yusuf: A man of faith&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx8wWaIQwB2ESxq7mrwBAhEpwk4a_UxQn3AaxMjfM0LCLLmktv1nqSUYmcw21k77zG_ZKgj8Q1bZ31BbH37hsjNJl81ePHXJkQF9S5E2KQHfcRf9443LeGtrSgUJeXrLBpFtEgm1tkO2M/s1600-h/image%5B14%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4GPu6RZA6cVueAojOcNg9xGz4IkultE395qxmHJcn3J5dctluXZRqkyL75NHjHwALVvg46drzSXbyAgAj-N2jAftKbJVvm4fbFgcXNNea_rP-pOaG-gIqQq0AiKmcsW0ULkzzvQfvPEFb/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;452&quot; height=&quot;370&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(the scribbles from the past ;source Sami Yusuf timeline Official page)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He might be the &amp;quot;most famous British Muslim&amp;quot; in the world according to The Guardian in the UK, but Sami Yusuf has also had his share of adversaries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yvonne Ridley (pictured), a British journalist who famously converted to Islam after being captured by the Taliban in 2001, once called him a &amp;quot;Muslim popstar&amp;quot; and criticized the way female fans &amp;quot;squealed, shouted, swayed and danced&amp;quot; at his concert. &amp;quot;Listen not to what is haram,&amp;quot; Ridley wrote, &amp;quot;Listen to the pain of your global family.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yusuf, who rarely reacts to personal criticism, urged Ridley in an open letter to join with him. &amp;quot;Let us work together as fellow Muslims and Britons in building a better future for our community and all human beings and strive to make our world a safer, more peaceful, tolerant and prosperous place,&amp;quot; he wrote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He tells tabloid! that he is an artist first and foremost. &amp;quot;I am not a spokesperson for any group. I am a man of faith and I respect all faiths. That is what my faith teaches me,&amp;quot; he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I have come across all kinds of people, for example, people who say only Allah can judge, but they are the first to judge themselves. I don&#39;t have time for people like that.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Sami Yusuf&#39;s song Supplication, from his first album Al-Mu&#39;allim, was used in the soundtrack of The Kite Runner, based on a bestseller of the same name.   &lt;br /&gt;
* Yusuf is currently filming a music video in Saudi Arabia for his single Healing. &amp;quot;This is not from the new album. It will soon be released for free. I don&#39;t think the people supporting the project did it for any commercial gain, although they&#39;ve spent a ridiculous amount of money,&amp;quot; he tells tabloid!    &lt;br /&gt;
* Besides English, Yusuf has sung in Arabic, Farsi, Turkish and Urdu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://gulfnews.com/arts-entertainment/music/sami-yusuf-talks-about-spiritique-his-new-sound-1.666404&quot;&gt;Source: Gulf News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More of his photos: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-AUam2kCnUYKK_A4FKn7PtkhMU7DeuPAACuj3d6qom7MJiCHNX2pxaJv9DgpqGubH9ySP4pCVxoGuzlKU04Q0kgXlgYoojgvsnHE1NSkZFA_-7hR-SrEqRU8Pa7YN0cnvvfhbV76YxHs/s1600-h/image%5B30%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2z2WZaYQeOMWRnM1anYtshf7Cwb8JypnXA1QrGgTaB2UCmLuT8VLFU-OLBAQpNhle0iLITSXalvM6TM1VcrT-V6oWAq0D3PSG0kCFbi0_W7jYP5YWVo0El_y_RI5fVIf22VY7zF4NZqTx/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;481&quot; height=&quot;685&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUlM_POMHBDovBhn8cbXvbu0e-hWQF9KL7U4c7CulNdwIp-s2ApxtqlY5Nnuffnog1sEyq-NDjHNx3YQ2JAzvBKeBGRPgRJM7yFfTX9uaS1As_rSvaqB0BTuJLyoHrid-KMabhKAMSpV8/s1600-h/image%5B29%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYzFA3whJveG5YIT12ad22E2cb6KHHvSvq9NMcdUXEDoyshZWfRXTiZxRMsjNWzCT-GBrxFxoOR1OekcRSPHek9kar7xeJq2hyphenhyphenBTuMEbrhgTmIwDQqBx4o8ntD_Jnlpe7qU3cyAafUEpf/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;462&quot; height=&quot;593&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKPy3bGeSvvBcpLCGHa7FDW_69F_jc5W0SjRJatdeAL4kQzs9RYh4cZU_nmHLKhNuPHvxBXNYirYOdwebwnQsBSrlndWK31nNLx-wTpsdwKw00-KBTCRCkvlwyUMpD0pxv8brKZFYPbN3/s1600-h/image%5B28%5D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;image&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;image&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__q2FxtBkI_G41OePGQajlG2BcD4Dr3akt71E8W6TjfZiIVgtafImIsUG1EiIxudIJ7CmYsenrC3dMaV9Y5TxlEG1FthQUvUSyIanJlg5-tfk56DPgltdEU6bWsiP7YjlSovQa-isLA1N/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;460&quot; height=&quot;766&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Source: Sami Yusuf official.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-i-love-sami-yusuf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4GPu6RZA6cVueAojOcNg9xGz4IkultE395qxmHJcn3J5dctluXZRqkyL75NHjHwALVvg46drzSXbyAgAj-N2jAftKbJVvm4fbFgcXNNea_rP-pOaG-gIqQq0AiKmcsW0ULkzzvQfvPEFb/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-3036170504857586839</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:58:13.574+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Top tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Try it</category><title>Green tea + Ginseng= Beauty</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Formulation of my soon to be lifestyle each day.. My brother and his family just came back from Korea, went for a vacation there. It was a beautiful country I must say! clean and yes, ice COLD. Now is spring over there, temperature? 0-2 degree.. oh well, “so warm” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was there, I think I’ll think twice to bath..no wonder their skin are like baby skin..They been living in an ice box! ha ha..the stuff there are expensive(for unemployed person like me) but the cosmetics there are cheap especially the BB creams an all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, back to the topic. Actually Green tea is good for the beauty of our skin. Just take it daily, in the morning or night for a few months then you’ll see the results..It prevents the ageing of the skin also! go grab it people! your skin will thank you for it..=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you apply the green tea plant to your skin, you will begin to notice a difference. One of the components that it has in it is an anti-aging ingredient. Those who use this natural extract on their skin are known for looking youthful. How is this achieved? Green tea has a special antioxidant that is in it. This antioxidant is used to clear cell damage on the skin, repairing what may have turned into wrinkles, blemishes, or other impurities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Green tea benefits for the skin are not only with the anti-aging materials in them. If you want a natural sun screen, this may be the way to go. If your skin has been exposed to UV radiation, it causes the skin to become looser with oxidation moving in between the cells. Over time, the immune system that is working for your skin will slow down causing you to wrinkle from the sun. The green tea, when used with sun block, can help reduce or completely erase this damage. The cells that are affected by the green tea will become stronger and will work together, making the UV rays become a blemish of the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, because this particular plant is an all in one ingredient, it will also make sure to care for those deeper and more damaging problems. Green tea will benefit the skin by helping to reduce or eliminate problems with skin disorders, such as warts, psoriasis, and rosacea. Another skin disorder that many of us have, acne, can also be eliminated by applying on some extra green tea extract.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to have youthful looking skin without the blemishes, why not go natural. Green tea is known to benefit the skin in almost every way, leaving your face and body looking healthy, young and smooth. You can find the best way to care for your skin by simply finding the natural that was meant to help you look your best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;secondly; have you ever wondered why Korean people are like so tall? it’s because they take ginseng tea and it also helps in the growth of the hair (this might be helpful for the 30++ guys)..so, if you have any small brother/sister who is a lil bit ingrown go get them that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Korean ginseng has strong property of calming the emotions of patients and boosting the energy level inside his body. Most of the traditional Chinese practitioners have firm beliefs over this medical plant and say there are many advantages associated with Korean ginseng benefits. One of them is that it enables a person to control day to day stress with being completely resistant to their increasing level. So to say, on one hand it helps the person to control stress level and on the other hand it enables him to tolerate the stress. Ginseng is considered as an adaptogen owing to its constructive actions inside the body and also because of its having no side effects on the body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Korean ginseng, sometimes also known as with the name of Panax ginseng, comprises phytochemicals that is supposed to be potent alternative medicines for coping with emotional and physical stresses. Almost thousands of years ago the thin and long root hairs of ginseng were used in Chinese medicine. The Korean ginseng plant is known to be surviving for 100 years and its roots look like the body of a man. One can avail this herb in the market in a powdery extract, as desiccated and cut roots, or in liquid form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Korean ginseng contains an intricate combination of nitrogenous compounds and carbohydrates called ginsenosides. The ginsenosides are said to contain special property to boost protein activities in the brain. They also control blood circulation in the brain, enhancing memory and mental ability. In addition to that, the Korean ginseng benefits are also utilized by several elderly people to enhance their arithmetic skills and theoretical beliefs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several studies also proved the Korean ginseng benefits to health. According to their findings, the herb is wonderful in abating blood sugar and cholesterol levels in the body. It can also be used in controlling flu and cold problems. Other Korean ginseng benefits associated with the health of many patients are that once the herb is consumed during the onset of cold or flu infections, the strong property of the herb may lessen the intensity of these conditions. Some oncologists, those experts treating cancer patients, also use Korean ginseng in order to boost some treatment procedures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltq1o1xnpNkYeoq3_MXm25KUk1-SALoOtZUaUjiK_m1ywj7Ugih0nh7QFJL7PeFUjySDxFixgRIO3dAWqt97s7-TRtkFVGxPS6CzuNjj32qFjXXw63PuzIJxqYcf-UVBfN9wh315HOJI9/s1600-h/green-tea-good-for-skin-1%5B3%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;green-tea-good-for-skin-1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;green-tea-good-for-skin-1&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZ5TXzUsDxBDIYYm_CE_fAcP_3FlLAV8-m1pG6zjXKcYdTnfo8Z5EhpoqPjmEpwz-6g6axJlJQ7mvaiho5OM85AK_QK5LUAmHzD8TMMkabZwHjUZ4Gzv0oWOwB5Alw_NmPjr5xc12HdGW/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;277&quot; height=&quot;331&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7JWDTezJvB0Q8lym_EgpGARFtaO1avImXZWeSqtHa0RvvrWSQlPJsPb5Dsr0AacvuMiI0kDcl_E1ByAnhyprar1h-SZAOUmxTTP-N_AHtBVDnAdnAcXbKyKifjXS2di-6vcDGjWsoRL8/s1600-h/Korean%20Ginseng%20Linchi%20Tea%5B3%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Korean Ginseng Linchi Tea&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Korean Ginseng Linchi Tea&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD1XY9TsnoJQH27_Tji56hXsJ7WkezgjpBimjfs1NSEC-pdAlaum0_-9aVQOm9dTqTeehs9XpQdDH_eIPe3TU3O8VAXREKSVw33xT34DmXqt3PDxgQ3qkviEX18obSB1wQuPl1mMCVxJk/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;277&quot; height=&quot;331&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hurm, I am just saying this because it has got to do with my interests which is skin&amp;amp;heights hehe.. maybe next time I’ll share with you more and more tips! Bye lovers~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see ya when I see ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-tea-ginseng-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZ5TXzUsDxBDIYYm_CE_fAcP_3FlLAV8-m1pG6zjXKcYdTnfo8Z5EhpoqPjmEpwz-6g6axJlJQ7mvaiho5OM85AK_QK5LUAmHzD8TMMkabZwHjUZ4Gzv0oWOwB5Alw_NmPjr5xc12HdGW/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-4641960733634278330</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:56:55.097+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World</category><title>Peace for Egypt</title><description>&lt;p&gt;To all my Muslim and Christian friends, please keep Egypt in your thoughts and prayers… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the sake of human right and world’s peace we need to pray for them together and lets make the world a better place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_XOXO_&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;wlWriterEditableSmartContent&quot; id=&quot;scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:3d3ee009-44eb-4d12-b4d9-23bfe051a9f2&quot; style=&quot;padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; width: 425px; padding-top: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;6ff59462-f057-405f-a4bc-8ddf67839a45&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkljWpKLXog&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2i8k-d97-L-H41OLxD7DrEx-_JYGfMyBYOTSag9Ffou3J4DmT8JJfzeDZ5eKIKmUxMELXybr5qki5PGntyB_WEv9u34W1dEiOyO-qKk-PFnXayVGa1yBb_bdv7DhaeYtVJj2wlolkrb4/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none&quot; galleryimg=&quot;no&quot; onload=&quot;var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById(&#39;6ff59462-f057-405f-a4bc-8ddf67839a45&#39;); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/AkljWpKLXog&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/AkljWpKLXog&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear:both;font-size:.8em;&quot;&gt;Another great piece from Sami Yusuf p.s: I don&#39;t own the video =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/02/peace-for-egypt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-5552124012283331911</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:56:34.527+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Songs/chants</category><title>Drama Queen</title><description>&lt;p&gt;V1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you ever try to understand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And have you ever got on your messy head,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All your dirty perseverate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All your bitchy billingsgate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can see the mask that you’re trying to put off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t you know the way you act is dose off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can see your own reflection,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m sure you will die in such infection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What will you say now to cover your dirty mouth,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this while you are showing that you are so proud,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wake up please before there’s no way out,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will give you some time to fix things out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chorus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When are you gonna start to realise,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That you’ve actually lost the main point of your life,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All your inappropriate lies,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All your facts of being wise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please stop treating people as if they have no clue,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t try to screw things and act like a fool,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause when you say things that is so aint cool,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It make us think-wow, this girl got issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;V4:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever learn to be sincere,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We knew that you talk behind us when we’re not here,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop all this dirt before things gets more weird,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No more lame excuse no more twisting word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chorus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When are you gonna start to realise,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That you’ve actually lost the main point of your life,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All your inappropriate lies,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All your facts of being wise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please stop treating people as if they have no clue,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t try to screw things and act like a fool,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause when you say things that is so aint cool,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It make us think-wow, this girl got issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/02/drama-queen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-8462620505211639865</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:56:18.826+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Formspring</category><title>Your bf/gf leaves you for someone else, you do what?</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeAnswer&quot;&gt;slap myself for being such a moron thinking he would stay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;formspringmeFooter&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.formspring.me/sallyallysa?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer&quot;&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-bfgf-leaves-you-for-someone-else.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-9062229246859149013</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:55:29.126+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Songs/chants</category><title>What I hate about ‘U’</title><description>&lt;p&gt;1. ‘U’r insecure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. ‘U’r useless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. ‘U’ bite in the wrong place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. ‘U’ woke me up in the middle of the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. ‘U’r a monster in bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. ‘U’ make me sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Your voice suck. I hate the way you sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I don’t need ‘U’ at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. You’re a waste of my money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. You’re a waste of my time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. ‘U’ are so freaking ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Unfortunately ‘U’ are black and white(my favourite colour).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. I feel like smacking ‘U’ in the face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. You’ve made my back hurts so much that I fell down the bed every time I want to hit you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. ‘U’ ruin my skin condition,which is already in spoil state. I get red spots all week long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. You are more greedy than a Pig! U suck more than you’re supposed to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Your freaking saliva (liquid) is a fatal disease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. You are so ANNOYING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. You are so evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. ‘U’ are a stupid Mosquito! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*tribute to the stupid mosquitoes that I’ve killed successfully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: I WON’T STOP KILLING YOU! I HATE YOU! SOWWWW much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hurh..pheewh..! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Jklh14VcSjHcv2kv5CdnUmA5_2QHJgr-37i6t1CHbeTnDrOnGoutfFGt6zKrHUYlFdTak11st7vbTwLUGitiZo8YerZ1HxZHvmVxpjln8gIsqZoH2A-nRExWWXMp5yAK2hm2T_BFEQVQ/s1600-h/mosquito%5B6%5D.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;mosquito&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;338&quot; alt=&quot;mosquito&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4t-OyWPXpeB38lvs_whu0CZZQnjSnG8wbpbhOr04KWMHpPACgVPQvfGXgt3Dkq1mkuKdcmpG-xo4bhjYOy6sWHTFNnu1gQPa80eT_y4CmkxC3R0iXubNf2OWIja9j0qjXq6QUbYbl5h8/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;295&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-hate-about-u.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4t-OyWPXpeB38lvs_whu0CZZQnjSnG8wbpbhOr04KWMHpPACgVPQvfGXgt3Dkq1mkuKdcmpG-xo4bhjYOy6sWHTFNnu1gQPa80eT_y4CmkxC3R0iXubNf2OWIja9j0qjXq6QUbYbl5h8/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-5989022484986894596</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2011 07:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:55:12.094+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>The Return</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As I know I wasn’t being updating all sort of rants and complains in here for ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I come, starting to write again. Well as you know, it’s never too late for anything. Give me a second chance pls? =) Thanks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe the title is a little bit being too irony. Simply because, I don’t think that I really have anything good in mind to punch on the keyboard and serve it online for anyone to read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically my life in my new campus is cool. Not bad and I’m happy living in place that is not in deep jungle.oops..;p That’s my life in the general..In private? U don’t have to know! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have my new name, “sleeping not really beauty” cuz I love sleeping.. I can sleep like just anywhere when I want to..I sleep in a net,with a pink plush pillow,pink teddey..pink pink pink~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay2..I start to blabber again…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you’re getting older!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sooner to death, so repent! hehe..I’m saying this to myself also k! God, pls take me before the ‘end of the day’ Ameen~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2011/01/return.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-2903941923946833985</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:54:48.148+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Emotionally Rigid</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As far as I’m concern, education in UK is visibly not as affordable to just anyone. The rising of the education fees (for UK universities) has brought my dream to RIP by the time the government approved tripling over the&amp;#160; amount to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;£9,000 per annum from £3000.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My eyes roved away~ soul wanders just everywhere..ha ha..ruckus scene playing in my head. Until, I’ve also decided to voice out my rueful feelings towards the news. Felt like everything is ruin in a blink of an eye in light years.. awwh! Can’t help myself! *rumbles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sacred ambition really? as a friend of mine said, There&#39;s always USA. :d .. I wish I had&amp;#160; a subjective answer to that. But I was just tizzy. Didn’t know what to say really…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mind and heart is not yet in coherence state, (not like it is all the time,but at least most of the time). Most dominantly I’m just being, washed-out?&amp;#160; or like more to doomed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Katy Perry-Firework; making me feel better in the mean time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rejecting the bad feelings right now, and also think that I should stop whining. I’ll just let yall who are still weren&#39;t aware of the breaking news to READ this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.desiblitz.com/content/uk-student-fees-rise-and-foreigners-capped&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt; and I need to wiggle..huhu..not really..what ever, I need to go. Curtain calls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take care,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Baby you’re a firework..lalalalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/12/emotionally-rigid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-1001788732546209586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:54:06.015+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Just like everyday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRIl3hZN7CsQIkjP4P1tbHHAs0P0qhtc_patHkOnsw9rIO8W3L7czulasd86MNkgjAz3suYMSUFDjXE1diGNZZYHg6uBT66Fcpb6CBNaTnbMI9mQQ0QJEUyIEkqS5SzaLcn1rdoA1_hG3/s1600-h/blue-shorts_400%5B7%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;blue-shorts_400&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;351&quot; alt=&quot;blue-shorts_400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5WZrwoi6NbO190lMHeHCsYW739UYB7igeXoXp_jifrlI_gg7afcKGBP-Jb5HFtG4FOnjCthr4H3X2uErIIeusTbHmZTRYKQi51wrehGA4hglVldp2rKHp5udkxpPq7j7TaeM177XBFz_/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;187&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know all this while I’ve been abandoning my blog and act crazy in my own world. I have loads to write about. It begin to happen that once I open WLW my mind go blur..so maybe you are wondering why such a talkative human lost her expressions tho? It can be because of the spicy Kentucky chicken I had this evening. For the past years I’ve stopped eating spicy foods and I go for tomato sauce instead of chilli because I guess my body system can’t take spicy things anymore, not mentioning that I went under the knife for appendix problem six years back. Guess it’s because of my bad habit of eating over-spicy foods every time I eat. It’s a curse really… I suffered every time I ate spicy foods, I will not get stomach ache but just even worse than that! First I’ll get Sore throat,then lead to flu, HEADACHE and finally feverrrrrrrrrr~ not just normal fever…(try to understand k);p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPv-ZF9garG2l0bvK_ynOdDq3NEZI5wtH9tozfJk-Yzu-0aacOyQbmr9dDAkxQ7OW4PmiOQ0nUS17g_EcEeAZUorRPSldT9awFJBEftTNKlrBHrmz3qxRcJWNWZIhIkR9cklbfVNrSWvI/s1600-h/meow%20headache%5B13%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;meow headache&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px&quot; height=&quot;216&quot; alt=&quot;meow headache&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDatSnUPoLlqgxeoO7k4BEm6tf5MOg4F5PpnGqwzfo1I-RhmcfXvmCSS9PjAh3Uqr9Yft-xvSpuEdVDmxfe6d37obpmlu3Of9d1wkkH-UuuveAP0E6RGgSIRqYQKGy2py2ON8IDJF7CS8/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;267&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve learned a lesson today;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Never-ever-ever in your life let your sister order foods for you.”huhu..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve already told her I want the original chicken, but still she said she simply wanted me to try the new &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;crispy-whatever&lt;/font&gt; chicken and she claimed that original chicken don’t taste good and it’s salty. How could that be? I know that original chicken is better than spicy one because it’s &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fattening&lt;/strong&gt; than the spicy one! horhhhhhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just took zyrtec earlier to prevent flu from spreading..I might just want to cut off my freaking nose if it did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to bounce!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sallyallysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-like-everyday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5WZrwoi6NbO190lMHeHCsYW739UYB7igeXoXp_jifrlI_gg7afcKGBP-Jb5HFtG4FOnjCthr4H3X2uErIIeusTbHmZTRYKQi51wrehGA4hglVldp2rKHp5udkxpPq7j7TaeM177XBFz_/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-4864104960586367091</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:53:36.990+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Songs/chants</category><title>When that’s the feeling</title><description>This post maybe best describe how you feel rite now....&lt;br /&gt;
and me,this is exactly how I feel..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When U just want to keep quiet,&lt;br /&gt;
and let yourself think so deep;ignorantly, &lt;br /&gt;
although there is nothing in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN THAT’S THE FEELING…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When U have just everyone around,&lt;br /&gt;
all the crowds holding you down,&lt;br /&gt;
and yet U still feel so alone as if you are stuck in another world,&lt;br /&gt;
that your heart feel so hollow,and enclosed.&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN THAT’S THE FEELING…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a picture explains more than thousand words can say,&lt;br /&gt;
It’s also when U feel there is no need to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN THAT’S THE FEELING…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When crying is the best remedy but U can’t cry,&lt;br /&gt;
and U feel that your eyes has so much burden,&lt;br /&gt;
it’s like the tears just accumulating in it’s duct,&lt;br /&gt;
and started to fall back to your lungs and heart,&lt;br /&gt;
instead of falling down your cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;
WHEN THAT’S THE FEELING…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When U feel like U can’t laugh anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Until you’ve tried so hard; U laughed at the lamest joke ever.&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN THAT’S THE FEELING…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When U feel like U just want to lie down, &lt;br /&gt;
and pretend to the world that U are dead,HOPEFULLY dead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN THAT’S THE FEELING…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SALLYALLYSA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-thats-feeling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMTEkIkouqr6eIkUkUBSSgYkPicDTMkgkWGtOUSjgin0GrRIPOcQP8jz0qDw2atjrte02gW1cj1RknZtUgakq54pJIPFPyYgevfoZjvEojtcivm_YiLUh_xt76NlpEv8W6BOlEH7bpckf5/s72-c/889011.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-7702732766792531262</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:53:15.992+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Be careful of what you wish for</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Coz you just might get it.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height=&quot;445&quot; width=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/MCd-Z353ZCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/MCd-Z353ZCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-careful-of-what-you-wish-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-3879736904115345679</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2010 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:52:56.219+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Step Up 3D</title><description>&lt;p&gt;-Directed by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.google.com.my/url?q=http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0160840/&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=zfqITLeMHYWGvgObu5GsBA&amp;amp;ved=0CCUQggkoADAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNGRZKomuyTXLeynXySCTXjMwn67Hw&quot;&gt;Jon Chu&lt;/a&gt;. Starring &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.google.com.my/url?q=http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2463696/&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=zfqITLeMHYWGvgObu5GsBA&amp;amp;ved=0CCYQggkoADAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNE-QXy9zaDZobRaL7nE4xbMjGEbHw&quot;&gt;Rick Malambri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.google.com.my/url?q=http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2735044/&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=zfqITLeMHYWGvgObu5GsBA&amp;amp;ved=0CCcQggkoATAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG2zpba_euUhW1V1iNLQhUnrK3agA&quot;&gt;Adam G. Sevani&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.google.com.my/url?q=http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1801800/&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=zfqITLeMHYWGvgObu5GsBA&amp;amp;ved=0CCgQggkoAjAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHbPeypI5Fpi-ucoOSf5Il0wssQYQ&quot;&gt;Sharni Vinson&lt;/a&gt;.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day before yesterday, I and my friend(just the two of us) went to watch Step Up 3D!! yeay!! I’m totally a fan of the series, besides Pirates of the Caribbean, Twilight this movie is also one of my favourite. ::REVIEW----&amp;gt;”It was really awesome,the Hero’s sizzling Hot,Great choreographs,great Soundtracks,Superb Talented Dancers,makes me wanna join dancing class again like last time”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a dancer before, I’ve joined Gymrama(Rhythmic Gymnastic),Ballet School,Modern Dance(halfway) and a few short experience in dance performance back in school. I really missed that memories A LOT. It’s been a long time since I had danced before. Mostly,all dancers will have the same reasons why they dance? Because for me dancing is the only time that I am completely being myself. Feel free to move and express my feeling;such happy,sad,angry so forth… Hence usually, dancers have good figures what I mean is their body shape okay. It’s not that they won’t get fat at all, they will but in a ‘decent way’ haha…They won’t get inappropriate flab everywhere like normal lazy-to-move-or-exercise-people. No offence,I am not mocking anyone. Just expressing my thoughts hehe ;) And dancing will keep you fit and energetic,helps your brain develop too! That’s why people who dance a lot mostly intelligent an smart-ass..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once a dancer, Always a dancer&lt;/u&gt;. A person can stop dancing like 10 years but the rhythm in their blood and veins won’t stop just that easily, like we’re born from a boombox. LOL dancing has been our mother tongue-and how easy that is to understand-well it depends on your IQ level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every steps that we take are dance moves,air that we breath are rhythms,words that we speak are songs,food that we eat are music, water that we drink are combination of all moves,rhythms,music. We appreciate everything that’s connected to music and rhythm. We can’t live without music. Just can’t. oh,one more interesting fact -We are a passionate,romantic,loyal lovers- Call yourselves lucky if you get a partner like that. We don’t fall in love easily though, because we need a person that is the same like us. Then only things will work out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough elaborations bout that. hehe. Here are some pictures…=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrn3HV15oSLKcXvVWvR5y8whwH-xS5Hch6o6fr4fS2jk2mdY3yR1TOtDekSOf3K6FCzyzGyOvJClq83EPGIBvwZRrqVqHc2qp8dkr2PG_SKTLdhfReuzmohzMq-TqwAHpjyMwz6G1laom/s1600-h/Step-Up-3D%5B8%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;Step-Up-3D&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Step-Up-3D&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nkeD5rGgXBQYhWqKM6sAFVFaaJrhm5MGK9PIhIEPT2M3BSZsUsE4hHFVxr2knVCpBUl1spCuE_XHpTxUg_tOOv0bcvmf3BNPWO9ao5kNRcGhrQKkG_Trcz-cR6J9jRqt1Gp1A8QODIVV/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;366&quot; height=&quot;603&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; The movie Poster =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rj3Z8X9dcSqrVvqb3iBlFo1K4XBPtjxYThDgl6ytMF9SmAFo6QPN8s9RYkTZ1-oWbYobBQv5ptujKBHGMdA_JuOQWqTe4yCdl-9F8JSxCBwlKvOStk0zzXFOhhV4f4Mv9cRhhxXCOarS/s1600-h/stepup3%5B8%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;stepup3&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;stepup3&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnZcXL5fBLXZCwLp2st9V_oLQr9PjKXZ5iak7HjonDci3vFuT3yz3GMMjALKpaYgTTWTBTcfZlY9y3ItPcR3UDfoYb1EEYzB_D6JcDuio15iNJYaXRZ9svojkO6sYtpG78_5q7qLtPDmI/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;372&quot; height=&quot;322&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They look so cute together…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNXfz1udOg1iANcvlNBU1NWeaqDwkAhnNh1N5dTNaJj8-8IanPNFrYF_BdRMzXj3W_88REIlSKsHzXthJpojiiNVitni9AK2yI4qtixzL9tIDmNz_4q44bsCAQHKxBytDS8OCmFa9CEmM/s1600-h/step-up-3d-first-movie-stills%5B5%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;step-up-3d-first-movie-stills&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;step-up-3d-first-movie-stills&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdgXkVWnlR6n2KfLZxe9x3cNj7CCGVr7o_9cqrw54WyzX-ATsNUuOzAClkCNxm_bjL5H75uQwPhlGaWu3Dul84LlP0YVtT5ag8M1BMR0xDrlc-IiK1QTW2pmaacrR11YGjlujjmrSo-LmZ/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;364&quot; height=&quot;371&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;See that? I wished it was me..hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsf0MYF-4becUkAVKAUqLxKkFE2fz95ufdxKuwLDYZFFmaGD_dsXSVIiVpwJTmrkPwIXaDXjlLssXZOxZzY1LkEKhe2Izc6e9WeYlz6K446Ng0YZUMsWMHc-JcU5L1Tt3kPV8TXBp9x7IL/s1600-h/step-up-3d-first-movie-stills-01%5B6%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px&quot; title=&quot;step-up-3d-first-movie-stills-01&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;step-up-3d-first-movie-stills-01&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUnCwY0jLDD5moV9Xk3eu5GAQDFMFZafjiK5crj_bUFBoX1zuE6pqKRkkqeC3I_66AmpGaWX32qQLs9X-L_4S-VLDHVWrqJn2DAnUliuloPhOjofdUa-eWcOLtLRM11pg_lHg4pM8Mj18/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;368&quot; height=&quot;485&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HE IS SO EFFIN’ CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till I write again!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/09/step-up-3d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nkeD5rGgXBQYhWqKM6sAFVFaaJrhm5MGK9PIhIEPT2M3BSZsUsE4hHFVxr2knVCpBUl1spCuE_XHpTxUg_tOOv0bcvmf3BNPWO9ao5kNRcGhrQKkG_Trcz-cR6J9jRqt1Gp1A8QODIVV/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-2097806166304833606</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:52:36.588+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebration</category><title>Holidays!</title><description>*clap clap clap clap* my period of being a junior has ended…(hunggah hunggah)hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
It was really fun being one though; we get to explore things, ask as many questions to the seniors around,act like stupid,look like one,and etc. Okay lets move on with life now. Holidays! it starts today and ends by the 3rd of September 2010. Meaning, our lecture will start again on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;A-Little-Plan-for-The-Holidays:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1. Sneak out as much as I can (travel)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Casting…Got a job for a mag and a tv advert (not sure if I’m really going)&lt;br /&gt;
3. Learn how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Go for skin treatment. (crucial,if I want to resume my no.2 career)&lt;br /&gt;
5. SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;
6. Drive my mother to Melaka(Cuti-cuti Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;
7. Exercise every weekend at the park.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Shopping(long time never do that for myself,always for other people and usually for the house)sobsss..&lt;br /&gt;
9. Movies…hek hek..&lt;br /&gt;
10. Meet up with long-lost friend.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Lastly, eat chocolate !!!! yeay!&lt;br /&gt;
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-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;
SallyAllysa&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m bored,so I started to edit a few pictures of me n my ring here is one of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLC5FHdtyMSFSPXcSZL88cBuIVMi0MrTda5AvhyTKy5MPynxCG2llSftRypwcQA60y3CZXKshfO8j0osCng8tmPAMCKcbGnwsZnB1QyHR0krBkeJiuchzad9Ho_NbTq3k8o5LjgqmF7Qpi/s1600-h/Image012%20copy%5B6%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Image012 copy&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;727&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUBzEtgC3IwIpIvlgvSbRAbx-lB7R51d5xK8q2YAC3llelDiYyPSCGpSmToD1iDieMCq3lm8RLGfGk9KE_WAxU9S-ysaLpINnxULxwM9wn5LV5gecrozNvvAWqWLaqcrksDCwCfBBuBKk/?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; title=&quot;Image012 copy&quot; width=&quot;410&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/09/holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUBzEtgC3IwIpIvlgvSbRAbx-lB7R51d5xK8q2YAC3llelDiYyPSCGpSmToD1iDieMCq3lm8RLGfGk9KE_WAxU9S-ysaLpINnxULxwM9wn5LV5gecrozNvvAWqWLaqcrksDCwCfBBuBKk/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-7488643737367991716</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:52:12.169+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Semester end</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hey world, approximately my first semester in college will end very soon from now. This week will be the last lecturing week, awwww So Sad!!! Next week will be a ‘break week’ for us to study or in another&amp;#160; word “study week” Well I’m going to use it wisely by heading back to my home sweet home =) teheee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered, miracle of time starts when you first start to forget about it, the time when you enjoy everything around you and has ‘become part of the&amp;#160; club’ right? At first,when I first joined here I was so reluctant and restless. I feel like I have been thrown to a trash bin filled with tons of rare stuff that I would not even imagine to see or feel! –Scene from Alice in wonderland playing in my mind- I felt so lost. I did not know what to do. Yes, got to blame on my fate why I did not grow in such deserted mangrove swamp area. Fewhhhh.. I am just exaggerating! hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was not that bad though, I had friends whom are close to me and really perky all around. Cheerful classmates (except for the annoying ones and drama kings and queens) who gave me funny-funny names as though their parent laid eggs for delivering me alive {puhlessss}. I had to pretend that I’m dumb so I can live happily without even thinking on what other creatures might say about me behind my back. CHILL ME. Ooops… Don’t trust me on that, I can be hot-tempered at times. It depends on your luck,see me when I’m cool then I’m cool. Bumped into me when I’m emo then apology for such metaphorical behaviour!(peace no war)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to research, I will be happy and extra-hyperactive when I see someone that can make me happy. Let it be a person from the past, Albert Einstein? no way! Elvis, yes Elvis! he can make me jump high up higher than the first layer of the sky(will it be heaven?) Oh, crap! Just stick to the first sentence, that is my thesis statement =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About my finals, yeah… I was aware that I could not find my matrix card yet! great the finals is in two weeks time and I’m jingle-ing around with no student ID. 4.0????? anything near to that? please God light my way,open the path for us and I’m trying hard make myself embolden. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; will be my Basic writing skills Test 2, I can not really rely on myself to produce such an encomium essay or what so ever. Just pray for me to past the paper with honour. cewwah…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will write again on the next post in the future(trust me,FUTURE) lol… :FYI lol is:-Laugh Out Loud- hihi..=p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQG3YwKodFOuHVdI4mu8xjz5vJ5I_WsdTgJDYh2n7PQ0GptfHCWa82keCsyga0rl9CupZYx-3glpCqzuJHTXObV9QSlMo8sqhxzu-zKh2uI_LaKM2ysRfMMY_w0uDp7KEiXIZr4Rs5hLi4/s1600-h/37677_140104939344602_100000352895003_275154_301189_n%5B9%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto&quot; title=&quot;37677_140104939344602_100000352895003_275154_301189_n&quot; alt=&quot;37677_140104939344602_100000352895003_275154_301189_n&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM59DPKnYcbosOfkmBwG10JWb0gIbBsW0wPw5HHQKZqLUsw-OfWLfoEsH51AttkqMiOpdKwASwr0jTnR_2lxfBpoTo8h4N2qktFhQ4gWxavXk8RSSXQ72Pn9WSikYMXOPdjsf1xMhJsRmR/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;363&quot; height=&quot;280&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s------&amp;gt; I’m so going to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;VAGRounded BT&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step Up 3D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! ~(^0^)~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-xoxo-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/08/semester-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM59DPKnYcbosOfkmBwG10JWb0gIbBsW0wPw5HHQKZqLUsw-OfWLfoEsH51AttkqMiOpdKwASwr0jTnR_2lxfBpoTo8h4N2qktFhQ4gWxavXk8RSSXQ72Pn9WSikYMXOPdjsf1xMhJsRmR/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-3899700750797612040</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 09:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:59:22.488+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Welcome Ramadhan Kareem.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcg42m88cozKVa035OOSiHkClUcu5Kt8-Xke6kRNOAQrsi4hjV2naI0QtcFeqh6dj_7fs2fJ9yiF4spH8qM1Nc6PFkWU22tFsh56mFlbfIXjxbEiKF3u23HIZIcUSxJh7jpOHQwxn5tEW0/s1600-h/images%5B15%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;images&quot; style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px&quot; height=&quot;455&quot; alt=&quot;images&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74ke0JPdKBR1HhJ2-8tNE1N8ix02NQzG7pmLTTW6htzclBus9mMMHvJbfGwkc46nQa6z1X0xuwVP8rLwK67HspE6uty3D9uXoxiFXyID6Hc_4S0mfbPYP_hFPIMYdP33-OFoQ45JyIUPn/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;251&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: &amp;#39;Missy BT&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: olive&quot;&gt;Ramadan Kareem, ninth month of Islamic Lunar Calendar is very dear to Allah (SWT). It is the most august of all months, pure, generous and merciful. Do not let its nights go waste in slumber, its days in careless omission or loss of remembrance of Allah (SWT).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
Yes dear friends,it’s here..=) may all of us get grants of victory going through this year’s ramadhan insyaallah~&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;
This month (Ramadan Kareem) means for the Muslims, the triumph of the spiritual and the pure in his nature over all the gross and carnal desires which are an inevitable component of our human structure. The proper observance of the fast is beautifully explained by the Holy Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) in the following words: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: green&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;One who, while fasting, does not guard his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ezsoftech.com/stories/mis34.asp&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: green&quot;&gt;tongue from telling lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: green&quot;&gt;, does not refrain from doing bad deeds, is not respecting his fast and Allah does not approve of mere abstention from food.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Before that, here is only a few (yet to be forgotten by some people) knowledge I would kindly share with you:&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
1. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;When you are fasting you should not speak ill of anybody, nor should you be boisterous and noisy. If anybody, speaks ill of you or tries to pick a quarrel with you, return him not, but say unto him that you are fasting.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
2. The fact that great spiritual benefit is derived from the reading of the Glorious Qur&#39;an in this month can be seen in the following saying of the Holy Prophet Muhammad (PBUH): &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: navy&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;A man gets the same reward by reading in this month one verse of the Glorious Qur&#39;an as others do by reading the whole of the Glorious Qur&#39;an in other months.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;
3. The Glorious Qur&#39;an says &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find peace&amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sura 13 verse 28. Peace of mind that passes understanding can only be attained by sincere and continuous remembrance of Allah.    &lt;br /&gt;
4. When a man fasts and prays in this holy month of Ramadan Kareem as thought and practiced by the Holy Prophet Muhammad (PBUH), he can truly say, as stated in the Glorious Qur&#39;an, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small; color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Say, lo! My worship and my sacrifice and my living and my dying are for Allah, Lord of the worlds&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sura 6 verse 162, and when a good Muslim reaches this stage, he gets into divine circuits and he can exclaim along with the holy men of Islam as follows: &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;We take our colour from Allah and who is better than Allah at colouring. We are His worshippers&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sura 2 verse 138.    &lt;br /&gt;
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Till here then people,I hope tomorrow will be a better day for me and I will try my best to control my anger and tongue(especially) NO MORE SWEARING!! I’ll update more in the next free time if I have any because my finals coming!! Wish me luck!! thanks..mmuaxx    &lt;br /&gt;
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SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-ramadhan-kareem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74ke0JPdKBR1HhJ2-8tNE1N8ix02NQzG7pmLTTW6htzclBus9mMMHvJbfGwkc46nQa6z1X0xuwVP8rLwK67HspE6uty3D9uXoxiFXyID6Hc_4S0mfbPYP_hFPIMYdP33-OFoQ45JyIUPn/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-2615816079725669927</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:51:36.202+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Everyday</category><title>Old to New</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, today is the day! I’ve moved out of my hostel in KP to in-campus hostel… Basically I’m happy cause I don’t have to get ready to go to class one hour in advance. Hence, I don’t have to wander around campus to wait for the freaking bus to fetch all of us if yet so the class is cancelled at the last minute. In the other hand, I felt sad also thinking that I’d be far away from my former housemates –love U guys lotsa-lotsa hehe- you people had filled my last days with laughter and has enchanted my days with your perky attitudes! Thank you a zillion =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In here, only four of us in the house, meaning two rooms(two person per room) two washrooms,a kitchen,living room, and a yard to to our laundry business hekhek :p At first,no one was at home. So, I went up to my niece’s room just at the block beside me *COOL* ha ha ha… We watched a Japanese drama, forgotten the title already (clears throat) =.= But all I knew is,the Hero’s hot! nyahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Housemates are awesome, very friendly and kind~ Well I hope I can fit in and get along with all of them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till here then! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-to-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926543820042894885.post-2790107836781192741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T11:51:08.518+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Songs/chants</category><title>Your eyes</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m feeling the shivers down my feet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s me right now baby I’m alone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop staring Lets walk this bridge together,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s like an angel sent you by,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m pleased baby don’t be shy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come here and hold me in your arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are still watching me and I can see,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuz when and stare in your eyes it could’ve be better,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this moment I’ve caught you red-handed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stealing my heart at a sight,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t be scared cuz I’m here,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ll never go till you orders me so,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, lets do this dance together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chorus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s just the weather,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or it’s your wild eyes stealing a look,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you won’t come here till the rain stops,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want you to go just stay,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, it’s your eyes…your eyes…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart is fragile when you are around me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop staring at me baby it&#39;s breaking, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take my hand lets just dance, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cuz It&#39;s you I&#39;m waiting all night, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this pain won&#39;t go away, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till you come here and whisper to my ear, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby you are the one…you are the one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bridge:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my tears fall down my cheeks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;holding your picture you’re not here,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the rain has stopped and your eyes disappeared~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;repeat chorus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it’s just the weather,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or it’s your wild eyes stealing a look,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you won’t come here till the rain stops,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t want you to go just stay,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, it’s your eyes…your eyes…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart is fragile when you are around me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop staring at me baby it&#39;s breaking, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take my hand lets just dance, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cuz It&#39;s you I&#39;m waiting all night, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this pain won&#39;t go away, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till you come here and whisper to my ear, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby you are the one…you are the one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now that you that had left me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my heart is not open,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;an angel came by and took me to heaven,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there I saw you smiling at me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it’s not the way you look at me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s your eyes,your eyes…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song by;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SallyAllysa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S copyright reserved kay! haha=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m bored,so decided to write some stuff. It just happened to be a song tho~ so, hope U enjoy it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SALLYALLYSA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sallyallysa.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>