tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65383035456514338182024-02-20T10:41:51.387+08:00Uncut, Uncensored, Baresometimes you just need a place to rant and wrangleSyafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-16503384862141281822011-07-18T21:24:00.002+08:002011-07-18T21:25:36.328+08:00I'm just a wallflowerI’m just a wallflower,<br />Trapped inside a picture frame,<br />Behind glass and paint of silver,<br />Waiting for someone who never came.<br /><br />I’m just a wallflower,<br />An object to be ignored,<br />And tossed into the river,<br />And tussled with when bored.<br /><br />I’m just a wallflower,<br />Putting on an innocent smile,<br />To hide all the pain and anger,<br />That stretches further with each mile.<br /><br />I’m just a wallflower,<br />And I miss you,<br />Here, I am a prisoner,<br />I just want to come home to you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">if this doesn't get through your head then I don't know what will...</span>Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-4110253961183839472011-07-02T01:03:00.018+08:002011-07-02T01:13:21.047+08:00blogging with picturesthis is fun!<br /><br />1. The age you will be on your next birthday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5Bma4Nqx6MPtDcXUaGCk_kUbpJ65CdbjXLKMXPj16wmUtkRgvyl5WNud5-iGHa7EPP9rwsZg2FVsH-pvTwOL30Oa1mroavtZIapgtcStUE9gPyZ7QIy-T9dLpFH2yeP3vhr53te6mcsb/s1600/1.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5Bma4Nqx6MPtDcXUaGCk_kUbpJ65CdbjXLKMXPj16wmUtkRgvyl5WNud5-iGHa7EPP9rwsZg2FVsH-pvTwOL30Oa1mroavtZIapgtcStUE9gPyZ7QIy-T9dLpFH2yeP3vhr53te6mcsb/s400/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624430889157759890" /></a><br /><br />2. A place you’d like to travel to<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjJ0TxyTFuN_HfWxQalwstN5D_g5_qyHxZX06nl9TsFZ1gc3l5njiRlJ5WyFfHUpcs7CAtmzb6M1a55MKsjfcn4dddyFWrarpsRei_IPPkBJAHIVGAcNJhDXogkvEa2aEE9V-ERfAwB0D/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjJ0TxyTFuN_HfWxQalwstN5D_g5_qyHxZX06nl9TsFZ1gc3l5njiRlJ5WyFfHUpcs7CAtmzb6M1a55MKsjfcn4dddyFWrarpsRei_IPPkBJAHIVGAcNJhDXogkvEa2aEE9V-ERfAwB0D/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431073419002610" /></a><br /><br />3. Your favourite place<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZ1EnT1ViaktkQeeOkfwVt8FlPw2RpEs_I38XXk2LzIZXcozDY_7NUiEjIYC53PXfpVhowAodKf9q1mspX2NxqZGU8d1fkoH204SAdIWLqYMzVD0U0QcEcRTCN9OR8aZV7mxvUxpe48oF/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZ1EnT1ViaktkQeeOkfwVt8FlPw2RpEs_I38XXk2LzIZXcozDY_7NUiEjIYC53PXfpVhowAodKf9q1mspX2NxqZGU8d1fkoH204SAdIWLqYMzVD0U0QcEcRTCN9OR8aZV7mxvUxpe48oF/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431201707466082" /></a><br /><br />4. Your favourite food<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqHmGQrVqiagCcDx5QC6YXLepHfD7BWpG6qkR2kt_LVsd6CT8dwwszVL4boP5MwQavo1Q_HEiG4OzS6x6Re-DusnIYTUWuqxtVJXrtMEiHq7si40HDMlTXMRtX98yXpQfiyR6r0ldW5ZM/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqHmGQrVqiagCcDx5QC6YXLepHfD7BWpG6qkR2kt_LVsd6CT8dwwszVL4boP5MwQavo1Q_HEiG4OzS6x6Re-DusnIYTUWuqxtVJXrtMEiHq7si40HDMlTXMRtX98yXpQfiyR6r0ldW5ZM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431300818537458" /></a><br /><br />5. Your favourite pet<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUV3467wGMTJ-BuBdp4VzrCU2nbwSO1D5ZA_6pAr7lubdOysA5yL_yMFiHxd3_ILzQ7J5d2p741OUNnV-b1FnwHzj37L6m382KwT3O4Eb7METFElh1Y5sDL3iYJVnQzlHM5KPrqfNTgyxP/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUV3467wGMTJ-BuBdp4VzrCU2nbwSO1D5ZA_6pAr7lubdOysA5yL_yMFiHxd3_ILzQ7J5d2p741OUNnV-b1FnwHzj37L6m382KwT3O4Eb7METFElh1Y5sDL3iYJVnQzlHM5KPrqfNTgyxP/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431407687881698" /></a><br /><br />6. Your favourite colour combination<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiBQiIiDA_25bqLJif-5CeCJLk9vUHUtW-HpfmYz2sTPM4B9-sOa_Xje1DuLFVTcK7KmCTtnvpcOMor9KNaK_GUCH2oFtSh4TpiaMhUQmtmatG4FIUUBnYwfLL2h1mkrHxJOqe8nv_EmdP/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiBQiIiDA_25bqLJif-5CeCJLk9vUHUtW-HpfmYz2sTPM4B9-sOa_Xje1DuLFVTcK7KmCTtnvpcOMor9KNaK_GUCH2oFtSh4TpiaMhUQmtmatG4FIUUBnYwfLL2h1mkrHxJOqe8nv_EmdP/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431506854816402" /></a><br /><br />7. Your favourite piece of clothing<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrc3A3nMyuwkGGHEDbBCk_r9yJsNQyq7v3V4QGLuGB16XHpWUe7s5BbPMndg2nolTJ1_Ti-MuNKWrrduohYwi3fT-302UlVlnbGCi0Tqk10vQlRO-Z0Rn3IbyRqOz_BdFDzFXRiNSqj7Hx/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrc3A3nMyuwkGGHEDbBCk_r9yJsNQyq7v3V4QGLuGB16XHpWUe7s5BbPMndg2nolTJ1_Ti-MuNKWrrduohYwi3fT-302UlVlnbGCi0Tqk10vQlRO-Z0Rn3IbyRqOz_BdFDzFXRiNSqj7Hx/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431635666224738" /></a><br /><br />8. Your all time favourite song<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUOgIoTLG-VTn1cKzYSAC0BhhEChfHXR7LOZk7tnKIs_5hEbE6LV87ubGNmrkuIntHqXmSs_KVYA3zUGpWz7TZb4-yUmFdQQNkWXmIsw3cmNQFEPaq7dFN_j3ZT4oklX79sfwtv70txvV/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUOgIoTLG-VTn1cKzYSAC0BhhEChfHXR7LOZk7tnKIs_5hEbE6LV87ubGNmrkuIntHqXmSs_KVYA3zUGpWz7TZb4-yUmFdQQNkWXmIsw3cmNQFEPaq7dFN_j3ZT4oklX79sfwtv70txvV/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431722902429906" /></a><br /><br />9. Your favourite TV show<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xMDIQFq-ZO0l2XWExtTCBjXAgOh0FtYwrZCG8x_-28aZB6YxdEOUpNYE_Swt2sHl6ODU8FUfTdjf-vnAf_3WClGN6kpTUJrS8susx2ptI3lV0TP2oswxG82s26_Mq9YPcpTERvV2RP89/s1600/9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xMDIQFq-ZO0l2XWExtTCBjXAgOh0FtYwrZCG8x_-28aZB6YxdEOUpNYE_Swt2sHl6ODU8FUfTdjf-vnAf_3WClGN6kpTUJrS8susx2ptI3lV0TP2oswxG82s26_Mq9YPcpTERvV2RP89/s400/9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431817977715042" /></a><br /><br />10. First name of your significant other<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mLB2KSakkShfEwfxri2ehG5AKRRSypGcChkcdzwd3OBEAUvkufdSsPUFTH4B0S2D4jw8SVU0NTtX-PgZQNcEiI_CqIhW29M3sMod7zbZ-a9n47tfn0g8lzAOz4B5a75khH3P_hutOHQP/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mLB2KSakkShfEwfxri2ehG5AKRRSypGcChkcdzwd3OBEAUvkufdSsPUFTH4B0S2D4jw8SVU0NTtX-PgZQNcEiI_CqIhW29M3sMod7zbZ-a9n47tfn0g8lzAOz4B5a75khH3P_hutOHQP/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624431928944660722" /></a><br /><br />11. The town in which you live<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYw_8z_3HttJ3KNZybHp9A189rB1l1nWnhvH9J8x4_VICCRQuDEAYnLHDaRASTHpw5Rfx8MZBppeI_Smmx0FRLyRssJptzIpEEbid9eHrQP2006Gmeo7-PwRgAICmS6-T26ufl3TZtBbYB/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYw_8z_3HttJ3KNZybHp9A189rB1l1nWnhvH9J8x4_VICCRQuDEAYnLHDaRASTHpw5Rfx8MZBppeI_Smmx0FRLyRssJptzIpEEbid9eHrQP2006Gmeo7-PwRgAICmS6-T26ufl3TZtBbYB/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432024029703090" /></a><br /><br />12. Your nickname<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OUOREP2jCUvYMqh30Vmbc0EJKXw6-MXheKxxNihgmGSLeWxeSJcgBdlOO6ygL-cp5FTQ87ONaNlVVZr4TjCq91k-dt7nrYE1_M1w7N60B2ezXV8fPxrUolkhKU-WZwVlgJM0-Urhc4_s/s1600/12.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OUOREP2jCUvYMqh30Vmbc0EJKXw6-MXheKxxNihgmGSLeWxeSJcgBdlOO6ygL-cp5FTQ87ONaNlVVZr4TjCq91k-dt7nrYE1_M1w7N60B2ezXV8fPxrUolkhKU-WZwVlgJM0-Urhc4_s/s400/12.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432115186620930" /></a><br /><br />13. Your first job<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3mRV48DMNDSQ72xQ_AjyjRAjlL4-6FocR8RPFTlP2s9B8jvny2wBlJQDbUaL4nQXZTkWcZALB7nxNPeo5CYubtP9B2JjOXgrqlsRrkL8lvS-FjbN94M8ou2f-3TLfIPVrFtVdEXkQCVB/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3mRV48DMNDSQ72xQ_AjyjRAjlL4-6FocR8RPFTlP2s9B8jvny2wBlJQDbUaL4nQXZTkWcZALB7nxNPeo5CYubtP9B2JjOXgrqlsRrkL8lvS-FjbN94M8ou2f-3TLfIPVrFtVdEXkQCVB/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432202371796226" /></a><br /><br />14. Your dream job<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgxs8ULbzxy2eB56fyf8DkRl63L6ZiOEdeQ9Ga6XKjb8f2vpq8TU_jG6oyk1WRgMx2U6nbo5ovQlk0htKU44ulAFwxzFRiPfHtLsPF8igoOC8DAiwh1oKFQHeDdDzrmWfjO82k89bTBUE/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgxs8ULbzxy2eB56fyf8DkRl63L6ZiOEdeQ9Ga6XKjb8f2vpq8TU_jG6oyk1WRgMx2U6nbo5ovQlk0htKU44ulAFwxzFRiPfHtLsPF8igoOC8DAiwh1oKFQHeDdDzrmWfjO82k89bTBUE/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432299680985778" /></a><br /><br />15. A bad habit you have<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_z9BDtmMrnM8sZ2z83AkbDk4-h3I4fegitu3nxIboXUzsdXpygcZurmr1AdL_-7bbMwiza_ovBx4ao9tNjTqqlCqWR1j8Uo9hvSZiPdtZovS31wFJsmLKX3ff4qnPmTA3WKRxhRNUWGd/s1600/15.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh_z9BDtmMrnM8sZ2z83AkbDk4-h3I4fegitu3nxIboXUzsdXpygcZurmr1AdL_-7bbMwiza_ovBx4ao9tNjTqqlCqWR1j8Uo9hvSZiPdtZovS31wFJsmLKX3ff4qnPmTA3WKRxhRNUWGd/s400/15.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432396637132786" /></a><br /><br />16. Your worst fear<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNj-5_JCx_rmLEGBMQYuzLL89PC7ClxVH8VzqQ4N1kab72ZVQ5VmyoXfvcaugZRMTuAIDhcOMCGyAebh1lfIZ2qqaeKXfRoLyHMvIhE_-69jJpkbFACnBLlb5VVb1OD34aK1VTyliNkf15/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNj-5_JCx_rmLEGBMQYuzLL89PC7ClxVH8VzqQ4N1kab72ZVQ5VmyoXfvcaugZRMTuAIDhcOMCGyAebh1lfIZ2qqaeKXfRoLyHMvIhE_-69jJpkbFACnBLlb5VVb1OD34aK1VTyliNkf15/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432965380306882" /></a><br /><br />17. The one thing you’d like to do before you die<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiVK8HDteBu78d2lTCCcsUBhv7EriPM75kVU9IwC9Rd48t4yRPXN4KBWR6zROEMRhwYyCHvWzqkobcvwXx7z_qeZEE5ou915rN3Q_d4dClesK_3uGdC7gnU5K0SISdmLAMFm1Rfn7434W/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiVK8HDteBu78d2lTCCcsUBhv7EriPM75kVU9IwC9Rd48t4yRPXN4KBWR6zROEMRhwYyCHvWzqkobcvwXx7z_qeZEE5ou915rN3Q_d4dClesK_3uGdC7gnU5K0SISdmLAMFm1Rfn7434W/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624432701928317362" /></a>Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-12115242909073875292011-04-27T23:50:00.002+08:002011-04-28T00:00:18.583+08:00ME!Oooooh just a little bit more about ME!<br /><br />I have lost interest in activities I once enjoyed.<br /><br />I think I'm losing interest in reading & writing *sigh* so sad :(<br /><br />and that whole chronic urticaria thing<br /><br />before I went to the specialist to get it tested,<br />I took other medications and from what I've been told all that meds I've been putting in my body (to help numb the pain) has a lot of side effects & are most probably triggering or even causing it to become worse :(<br /><br />talked to my brother about this,<br />you see I have this habit of throwing this beach ball around in my room at random times a day... say at 1 o'clock in the morning onwards :P<br /><br />so I told him what the specialist said and he said,<br />"you know why you like to play ball at 1am? it's the steroids"<br /><br />so yeah, I've been taking too much medication<br /><br />I'm currently in a steroid-free treatment now<br /><br />it doesn't help to numb the pain or make me woozy,<br />but it is the safest way to treat this ting.<br /><br />ONE MORE THING<br />It has been scientifically proven that giving me sweet stuff like candies or lollipops (ESPECIALLY COOKIES) will INSTANTLY turn me into a cheerful, positive person whenever I'm feeling down.<br />this study is a 100% valid because the results are the SAME every single time :DSyafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-41065607090050247992011-04-27T23:33:00.002+08:002011-04-27T23:38:36.422+08:00heaping updateIt’s called a <span style="font-style:italic;">‘heaping'</span> update because you’re about to get a lot thrown at your faces!!<br /><br />Well, a lot of things have happened since my last update. And by a lot I do mean A LOT!<br />I’ve been so preoccupied that I’ve become ignorant towards the changes around me.<br /><br />Like, while I sit writing in my boring, old blog, some of my friends now have tumblrs!<br />(I might conform soon, I can just feel it)<br /><br />But nonetheless, I will not abandon this blog.<br />Though it might feel like I don’t blog in here much,<br />When there is something big happening I always still feel obliged to write in THIS blog :)<br /><br />Now on to the ‘a lot of things have happened’ part,<br />I guess I should start from the beginning...<br /><br />I guess it started during last semester’s exams,<br />Towards the end of it I felt a huge change in the campus atmosphere,<br />I felt it socially, academically, psychologically...<br /><br />Socially, well that’s too personal to talk about here,<br />I’ve told some people about this,<br />About how lately the ones who were so close to me before are now not<br />And that makes me sad<br /><br />It’s certainly was not something I wanted to deal with especially during exams.<br /><br />But it affected me greatly,<br />I sometimes stayed up crying about this person,<br />About why things suddenly changed,<br />I searched for things I might’ve done wrong in the past<br /><br />Of course, in that state, I thought about LOADS,<br />But as I tried to make amends and the situation got better (in talking terms)<br />We are still far from what we were like before *sigh*<br /><br />Academically, I found myself unenthusiastic about papers which subjects I used to be so passionate about,<br />And I found myself being enthusiastic to answers papers which subjects I formerly detest so much :P<br /><br />Well I guess that’s about it academically,<br />I can’t really tell how well I performed until I see the results.<br /><br />Oh and now psychologically (more personal than psychological I think)<br />My mind was all over the place,<br />I was thinking too much (as I always do)<br />My emotions were a roller coaster<br />And my rationality had left the building completely<br /><br />To sum it all,<br />I was in a really bad state by the end of the semester,<br />It was definitely not how I wanted to end things.<br /><br />One thing that really affected me – that may seem harmless to the outside eye – was saying goodbye to a loved one :(<br /><br />Not for good but because I was saying goodbye to THIS person, it kind of made me feel down<br /><br />And it was raining when we had to say goodbye!<br /><br />As I sat on the driver’s seat & waved goodbye,<br />He stood outside in the pouring rain holding my umbrella (which btw, he still hasn’t returned yet!)<br />I think I waved goodbye for 1 whole minute before the mirror got foggy and it became too hard to see his face through the heavy rain.<br /><br />I kind of almost cried while driving back... almost.<br /><br />So I came back home on the same day that my grandma had to be admitted to the hospital,<br />And that has been just another round of an emotional ride.<br /><br />She was admitted for one week and then brought back home and then a few days later (a few days ago) had to be admitted again.<br /><br />This is like the first time ever that my holiday doesn’t feel much like a holiday,<br />I have never spent a holiday taking care of another person,<br />Not that it’s a bad thing.<br />It’s definitely a new way of spending the holidays, it’s different.<br /><br />But it’s been tough,<br />There was this one point when things got so hard to do I actually thought that my head would explode!<br /><br />And I can’t believe I’m about to say this,<br />Screw assignments & exams,<br />This is the hardest, most stressful thing I have ever had to do!<br /><br />There’s only one thing that keeps me going nowadays,<br />This piece of advice that was given to me by a certain someone,<br />“Be patient, there’s always a rainbow after the storm”<br />Which means, sometimes the best things can happen in the midst of misery.<br /><br />At times I feel like I’m not strong enough to go through something like this,<br />I feel like I’m not good or righteous enough to be the best,<br />That I am not the best so stop trying to force me to become the best<br /><br />I am not a noble person,<br />I cannot act like I am,<br />I cannot act like I have endless patience & positivity,<br />But I know I have to,<br />Even if I can’t be the best then at least I can try to be the best that I can be<br /><br />So it’s been hard, really, really hard,<br />I’ve been told to do this & that,<br />Putting my own needs & wants to the side,<br />Feeling like nobody gives a damn about me,<br />One time I even labelled myself as “the slave”<br /><br />Oh and on top of all that<br />During the holidays I went to the ER<br />And the doctor sent me to a specialist and I found out that I have chronic urticaria (Google it)<br /><br />But really, nobody gives a damn about that because apparently<br />I’m not the sickest among the sick ;)Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-16729989817826896902011-04-02T23:12:00.008+08:002011-04-02T23:21:45.182+08:00late late latehaven't updated for nearly TWO MONTHS!<br />been very busy, busy, busy...<br />but no worries, I'm back with GIFTS for the EYES!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Q1HL_CVbSPUpndBmU9SFvew-rIVCAg9-N7WDIx_MsZIej1_Esiqkor0trMaQzindqjyITVRWttLgYmgaB_hRxF_oUZLJ_aNfbUQ4l3C0rbPgkZisfA745ySVBm3yPe6fipjdUg2ZgSSQ/s1600/tumblr_liggaxRvB21qbhni6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvDGHXDAplAw69Y0vcZ6maVJr8ha2G_1KbwTw-Iw_JQDO8ChKvNiFf5ccEnzxmwXY7VAESp-uGUOfGosrbJzP8pryIfVyzBghZMtaWTz5irPHc4HprN4nruPzescsWCToxsPtdx4fMpq2/s400/tumblr_lj0b1sjTe21qdrtb4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591005041652423282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDX8Rrjrjaml_FXt535Z0DNj-CeoB3kwfR8ewMpu7NBYlAhBNUaccUDNSUqQAZgepf-JxENQJ29th1IBY5NpFBzulALt_f2QfTd4ALYIGnHBm-y91K521damRAFNwIdnmRo1UT4ma8QqP/s1600/tumblr_lisak9wKam1qg1luco1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDX8Rrjrjaml_FXt535Z0DNj-CeoB3kwfR8ewMpu7NBYlAhBNUaccUDNSUqQAZgepf-JxENQJ29th1IBY5NpFBzulALt_f2QfTd4ALYIGnHBm-y91K521damRAFNwIdnmRo1UT4ma8QqP/s400/tumblr_lisak9wKam1qg1luco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591005053620821890" /></a><br /><br />as you may have guessed, gifts for MY eyes obviously<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ib3IJ34lOFL5OJHs3HHp56naCGiVWxN_27D3b1jdkioGfCILupy-Bxh0DOXMaRQtmahe7Hrgt9MSYC98ub4myPM6FpkfRm-vq1o1Qk-k8FughDKsHOZqfYsxHhHxNJAdGoFBRHTaoF5P/s1600/tumblr_lizfc7Mpet1qccxfoo1_500.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D7Bfv2tAhCg-sj1WwAY39HXbE_two2aJj6QU2w4tPk2X5DlfYKOiQ9Uj8FD1vvADWIIUF-3H806viulvk7NRAbFqNXbwYHRkoOdWlggEHXo_FYJL1g3zXZP2-Ze_xZiPCbE-n8CKm6YC/s400/tumblr_lizsfbCBZ41qc9g29o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591005543779747666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsu3J0jYDEZwQUzGwcBmBQCzVfrpzX4LLT-fQ5vvtEyabx5GIVvuQT2xMWQvIDRD57X9Ozu2zhnzOqISGjWluROZmqSj05ZuI0jkaftIvnuAm9z3Cifx_IpyAWP-gztEZ91hi0OfoGdoS/s1600/tumblr_lj154t1hea1qftohgo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsu3J0jYDEZwQUzGwcBmBQCzVfrpzX4LLT-fQ5vvtEyabx5GIVvuQT2xMWQvIDRD57X9Ozu2zhnzOqISGjWluROZmqSj05ZuI0jkaftIvnuAm9z3Cifx_IpyAWP-gztEZ91hi0OfoGdoS/s400/tumblr_lj154t1hea1qftohgo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591005784824935730" /></a><br /><br />these are two completely different people of course<br /><br />oh and also, I'm addicted to this new series called:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxa4NIQkL6r88xWeQZ5VPLs5vcWqM8sI-tFsE7cZSwkWB9MzgDEp37WlDrc3wGpEB9fQ8JiEuLEfCa9mQPFKkrOyFHcHkxgOXPcxVylm77Sh_aKB4v1vdlWpl_aaRd5pOeP8cm8l_7BM2T/s1600/tumblr_lj14irVjZx1qhu03h.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxa4NIQkL6r88xWeQZ5VPLs5vcWqM8sI-tFsE7cZSwkWB9MzgDEp37WlDrc3wGpEB9fQ8JiEuLEfCa9mQPFKkrOyFHcHkxgOXPcxVylm77Sh_aKB4v1vdlWpl_aaRd5pOeP8cm8l_7BM2T/s400/tumblr_lj14irVjZx1qhu03h.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591006152250973090" /></a><br /><br />which stars this boy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i1WLc1V63ppb-r_wohOyjl2Av_hOZiiN2UU1scO5mICOCr1NPWVQd1v-WX6ekbvxu9hHy0-Mw_6jfmlGbh4zinVRSf8ZaMhCGAaSvG8chyphenhyphentscMzFl1Hjcs7YHU1p1YcIfYx6feXpCUGI/s1600/tumblr_lj15wcQomx1qan32io1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7i1WLc1V63ppb-r_wohOyjl2Av_hOZiiN2UU1scO5mICOCr1NPWVQd1v-WX6ekbvxu9hHy0-Mw_6jfmlGbh4zinVRSf8ZaMhCGAaSvG8chyphenhyphentscMzFl1Hjcs7YHU1p1YcIfYx6feXpCUGI/s400/tumblr_lj15wcQomx1qan32io1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591006288905808514" /></a><br /><br />okay, another one :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bTwMeC5FTlPZtc8qHqq73NX53BoQJNgUWZiaGGagFM_hWiuWNo-3kBN9Zo6svE3Cdb9JCOfsxrBv_tuvAj4EjO0o3_6yA8nBM_zuD_vZsCEAvFZKcKMxGOHceQ60QxExgqwjWqxqdN_1/s1600/tumblr_lj1115eEAB1qaybgdo1_500.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bTwMeC5FTlPZtc8qHqq73NX53BoQJNgUWZiaGGagFM_hWiuWNo-3kBN9Zo6svE3Cdb9JCOfsxrBv_tuvAj4EjO0o3_6yA8nBM_zuD_vZsCEAvFZKcKMxGOHceQ60QxExgqwjWqxqdN_1/s400/tumblr_lj1115eEAB1qaybgdo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591006446535178770" /></a><br /><br />hehehehehehehe!<br />okay, see you after the finals!Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-58063574072816313512011-01-24T21:25:00.001+08:002011-01-24T21:25:51.535+08:00first post of the yearFirst post of the year.<br />Why did it take me so long to post?<br />Well to be honest, there was really nothing for me to blog about.<br />I mean a lot has happened, a lot has changed, some still haven’t changed and others are still in between.<br />But I didn’t just want to blog about something too blah like “Oh today I did this and bla bla bla” or “I’m so happy today because bla bla bla mushy mushy mushy eww eww eww double the eww”<br />I remember when I first started this blog, it used to be about my opinions and views and how neutral I tried to be about certain stuff. I used t give indirect settings/objects/situations about what I was talking about so that I didn’t have to be censored (hence, the blog title) or have to limit myself about what I meant to say and just say it the way I wanted to say it without giving a damn :)<br />I was able to express myself.<br />But then I got too used to saying whatever crap I wanted to say and expressing myself too often – got too cheery, giddy, over the top, sometimes depressed posts and so on – and it just lost all its meaning to me.<br />Yet they were memories nonetheless.<br />For now, I’d rather limit myself and only post stuff that really means something instead of just putting up ‘crap’ :p<br />Now I wanted to say I’ve realized that my thoughts have become irrational lately.<br />My decisions are hasty.<br />My opinions and views are biased (OMG! I’m turning into the thing I hate most!)<br />Like this semester,<br />I’ve always had an ongoing need for balance.<br />To find it, to have it and to keep it.<br />I lost that in the beginning of the semester.<br />So I felt horrible for not carrying out my duty as a student (gosh, I feel like such a nerd :p)<br />To ease myself I became an LMS freak.<br />I kept myself updated with the lecture notes, downloaded them, complied them until I had one big file.<br />It was no use because I had the material but I never used it.<br />Never read them so the notes are still clean and safe from my doodles.<br />Well, I’ve doodled on some of them but they’re pretty useless doodles of a daydreamer in class hehehe!<br />Most of my presentations for this semester are done and it’s only the first half of the semester<br />*whoa this semester is going by so fast :(*<br />And I can honestly say that I’ve only given 50% to each of them. And I bet presentations are pretty important if you want the marks.<br />But all I did was read from the slides, from extra short slides made by yours truly, and I was spontaneous and just said what came to my mind.<br />At times I didn’t even know what I was talking about.<br />That’s okay. Cause since I didn’t know what I was talking about I didn’t really expect anybody else to understand me either.<br />Then there are midterms this Wednesday.<br />*again, I should be studying for them but instead I’m PROCRASTINATING*<br />At first, I had 3 midterms this Wednesday.<br />Then one of them got postponed so now I only have to study for two papers.<br />I didn’t know if I was too happy about the postponed paper, in fact I much prefer to just get it over with and just answer whatever the hell I want and regret the results later.<br />But the postponed paper will give me more time to reflect now :)<br />So since I only have 2 papers to focus on, what shall I do?<br />Do I hit the books right away?<br />I doubt that.<br />I can feel my progression slipping.<br />I am fully UNprepared for midterms!<br />Hello 2nd year.Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-4532815421996859292010-12-08T21:56:00.006+08:002010-12-08T22:09:05.143+08:00my 100th postwelcome to my official 100th post<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">RAIN</span><br /><br />I have experienced a kind of beauty that I have never noticed before.<br /><br />that sound the rain makes when it trickles down my windowpane =)<br /><br />there was a storm just now and as I look out... I never noticed the view like this before.<br /><br />yes it's the city, more specifically the highway just beside my building.<br /><br />an annoyance I always complained about because of the constant honking I hear at night during traffic<br /><br />but now as I look at it, despite the storm, there are no traffic jams.<br /><br />which means no honking which pleases me greatly hehe!<br /><br />and this beauty does come in stages.<br /><br />first there was natural sunlight in my room, lighting every corner.<br /><br />(a good thing since I never ever once opened my curtains at my old house, now I can have some sun in my room!)<br /><br />makes me a sunny person :D<br /><br />then all of a sudden it starts to get darker and darker,<br /><br />and the rain begins softly<br /><br />every time it rains I think of you<br /><br />and then finally the storm.<br /><br />rain, rain trickling down my window, keeping my room cool and calm.<br /><br />my window gets foggy and the world disappears.<br /><br />I open the window and my face gets wet and it makes me feel alive!<br /><br />the wind blows me away and think oh God, life is great!<br /><br />I just can't notice it sometimes.<br /><br />funny how the smallest of things can give you the biggest impact.<br /><br />the best part is,<br /><br />I feel like Rapunzel (long hair on the way) all the way up here.<br /><br />now I just have to wait for Prince Charming to come rescue me ;)<br /><br />and I know I'll be alright<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXHA7GWrQAzuy1oKo4P11UsYE1TftoFVx9bKQriX0EUO0IU1Za0Del6FxawZrr99L0i1z9IcM35BVedm_6EUWYB_dhPt8boSUFM7cA5V43VFvHxLUO9XA5oy7Se-u9FzK4uqvt-DoZvgx/s1600/01122010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXHA7GWrQAzuy1oKo4P11UsYE1TftoFVx9bKQriX0EUO0IU1Za0Del6FxawZrr99L0i1z9IcM35BVedm_6EUWYB_dhPt8boSUFM7cA5V43VFvHxLUO9XA5oy7Se-u9FzK4uqvt-DoZvgx/s400/01122010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548310538864326434" /></a><br /><br />this is the view from my room when it first started to rain<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9pkV4zvhKeMbAQCIKekzTXUeTBUKMndAZ9ikzuwxKdjjftNQZDLjylo4ltQMPpT1NAU0iyZRlXS0-Aonn-vPAcRYLrLm-fFfS-cMYCotncusrHcCLLLm_IxcHRhzjVYWuMvhXNivFS7t/s1600/08122010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9pkV4zvhKeMbAQCIKekzTXUeTBUKMndAZ9ikzuwxKdjjftNQZDLjylo4ltQMPpT1NAU0iyZRlXS0-Aonn-vPAcRYLrLm-fFfS-cMYCotncusrHcCLLLm_IxcHRhzjVYWuMvhXNivFS7t/s400/08122010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548312750711668754" /></a><br /><br /><br />and this was during the storm<br /><br />ooooh and... ONE MORE THING<br /><br />omg omg omg I must watch this! I MUST! I MUST!<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP6zhpST3Ro?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP6zhpST3Ro?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I really don't want this to be one of those situations where the trailer explodes but the movie just... doesn't.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbvqdUzXY06EGhVmd1uhhVhJ2XBsOA1lPayLNpiHG7Zn-9ioFnNFtL4GwUJ2GtiImjz1y6z6GX1bxLGFgPkGKbI8MJa8JqW9U2DRavUBgp64Xa5pneeRH2ehBkUqwavAX6EetMons-etd/s1600/150865_10150090646225891_378168545890_7573680_466538_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbvqdUzXY06EGhVmd1uhhVhJ2XBsOA1lPayLNpiHG7Zn-9ioFnNFtL4GwUJ2GtiImjz1y6z6GX1bxLGFgPkGKbI8MJa8JqW9U2DRavUBgp64Xa5pneeRH2ehBkUqwavAX6EetMons-etd/s400/150865_10150090646225891_378168545890_7573680_466538_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548311740067940338" /></a><br /><br />oh how I've missed you Alex (the yummy) Pettyfer a.k.a abs of a sexgod ;)Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-30022801855456333112010-12-03T21:45:00.009+08:002010-12-03T21:55:38.658+08:00chocolate mousseI have stitches in my gums, I can't eat my favorite type of food which is everything chew-able hehe!<br />so I decided to make something just as yummy the easy way :)<br /><br />CHOCOLATE MOUSSE<br /><br />1. combine marshmallows, chocolate chips, butter and water<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ksjju7w2w8CfQv0Q3J3c8TgLvqGaJwsQAUoqRx1W6LkNVYCyVyvLFR65OjQNZ6XO9oZEwswParzfn3Ji9-agGhV8NrlX0TIfxoCeVyVbc8eTAX_lkFy8dXCIBe0JL_h9uEP4weS5qLka/s1600/01122010%2528002%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ksjju7w2w8CfQv0Q3J3c8TgLvqGaJwsQAUoqRx1W6LkNVYCyVyvLFR65OjQNZ6XO9oZEwswParzfn3Ji9-agGhV8NrlX0TIfxoCeVyVbc8eTAX_lkFy8dXCIBe0JL_h9uEP4weS5qLka/s400/01122010%2528002%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453083846852066" /></a><br /><br />2. cook until melted<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfbPihUCFRvlPDTRIKCza5oxOkf798lw-T7W5KFu6U1LDO_-2b37HsEXlq-IlgKyysb7Pj8XA835YNJld8hTGB27KbhU9pTiylvWJcErmrNF3sIZbR1f1jjMgcWiLBii-1mJ5l5FDkwtQ/s1600/01122010%2528004%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfbPihUCFRvlPDTRIKCza5oxOkf798lw-T7W5KFu6U1LDO_-2b37HsEXlq-IlgKyysb7Pj8XA835YNJld8hTGB27KbhU9pTiylvWJcErmrNF3sIZbR1f1jjMgcWiLBii-1mJ5l5FDkwtQ/s400/01122010%2528004%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453241961509010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrC2vW-fi8_vG8eDtcuktjzdx0hOOz8LtMWetWBTZVk7e7dHx4MHnc8gLwi1KYVah36EaFwzKI8Zb24KSU8ta778zeY830DcCurpVwGskpq8WVqbR3b3VOobDZKmGIL3mlXko_qjzELEK/s1600/01122010%2528005%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrC2vW-fi8_vG8eDtcuktjzdx0hOOz8LtMWetWBTZVk7e7dHx4MHnc8gLwi1KYVah36EaFwzKI8Zb24KSU8ta778zeY830DcCurpVwGskpq8WVqbR3b3VOobDZKmGIL3mlXko_qjzELEK/s400/01122010%2528005%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453252088996946" /></a><br /><br />3. whisk cream until fluffy<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O0ZRy6u_FtlfFP1QWN8ejR0ruJ0z5qfDte8Ir2dEv6g_RxgDGx9BSwckFUwcYFGSh4olSXp8DJI5PnQTPpCem4oVXMzt1flXJMsOSCNf3_IBdIWBTchZ-OT70y7x0TbIIf-glmWwfrID/s1600/01122010%2528008%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O0ZRy6u_FtlfFP1QWN8ejR0ruJ0z5qfDte8Ir2dEv6g_RxgDGx9BSwckFUwcYFGSh4olSXp8DJI5PnQTPpCem4oVXMzt1flXJMsOSCNf3_IBdIWBTchZ-OT70y7x0TbIIf-glmWwfrID/s400/01122010%2528008%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453387515120114" /></a><br /><br />4. combine both mixtures and stir evenly<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzamSSO0R58FLrRxq2Wl-HE8T7U9NKrJl8iOmdcJbhyphenhyphenOclcMHoKFAvKO0hefZy6adhWWdvc7tgBdpLoTnDGQwsiZoHWUk9oCgU15404I4eWRoisXEvMlEL5YeOOqwwvnaP76GDY_e8Mkxi/s1600/01122010%2528009%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzamSSO0R58FLrRxq2Wl-HE8T7U9NKrJl8iOmdcJbhyphenhyphenOclcMHoKFAvKO0hefZy6adhWWdvc7tgBdpLoTnDGQwsiZoHWUk9oCgU15404I4eWRoisXEvMlEL5YeOOqwwvnaP76GDY_e8Mkxi/s400/01122010%2528009%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453517988176290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8NRFsd8xkVjbpN_vlk9kyo2Vd6p6qZIry2r8ge_GAdcRMbYmJ4-1egjZA5S_hkizmG5OJ0iJuPiPFSlNqNSD5bF3nxAUItsJRFDGkBcjyZhaTcZur4IQFJrihoMJ9mN-NOz99klk6wZiu/s1600/01122010%2528010%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8NRFsd8xkVjbpN_vlk9kyo2Vd6p6qZIry2r8ge_GAdcRMbYmJ4-1egjZA5S_hkizmG5OJ0iJuPiPFSlNqNSD5bF3nxAUItsJRFDGkBcjyZhaTcZur4IQFJrihoMJ9mN-NOz99klk6wZiu/s400/01122010%2528010%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453519828290114" /></a><br /><br />5. pour mousse mixture into serving bowls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-7nhKcnJ0OOFidvzZyU20gsPbX62xVo8AyNOV9Rk4Q7ukej9OG1scfK7Y5IzuavH73t_v7dnRBAxUzsgLEKxx1H_ijY8mEP4iG5F-9y-gb5XdM2YVngEShqlVrmW_S3j1fk6xaeTxsN2/s1600/01122010%2528011%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-7nhKcnJ0OOFidvzZyU20gsPbX62xVo8AyNOV9Rk4Q7ukej9OG1scfK7Y5IzuavH73t_v7dnRBAxUzsgLEKxx1H_ijY8mEP4iG5F-9y-gb5XdM2YVngEShqlVrmW_S3j1fk6xaeTxsN2/s400/01122010%2528011%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453637722986178" /></a><br /><br />6. refrigerate for about an hour or more<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGKlI5TVNbw7sNYIJFx92widA_U8ixw_jALFriBxipAWQvMVTax3AUwlDqM341QCcFFIVookkdz7wmeY7JC3G2mvQJVYOZqxB6Vi7LgJR1-MqJNslw3GZbe26ET9oBAiWYLtKRvT5f4J_/s1600/01122010%2528014%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGKlI5TVNbw7sNYIJFx92widA_U8ixw_jALFriBxipAWQvMVTax3AUwlDqM341QCcFFIVookkdz7wmeY7JC3G2mvQJVYOZqxB6Vi7LgJR1-MqJNslw3GZbe26ET9oBAiWYLtKRvT5f4J_/s400/01122010%2528014%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453733462405538" /></a><br /><br />DONE!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWDoDC8lg2g4wK7O9DausziTw8MLaimtJmhxDyu1QzfaQ1q6629HyqhTtRHffBgtGLNlBNlZzjFWdkZfNagZ3Iz3GhUhj7AFM_6o5y9Yz_Giq2DfLNDOmSlufUfb2yCrHTdbTOg-oLyV7/s1600/02122010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWDoDC8lg2g4wK7O9DausziTw8MLaimtJmhxDyu1QzfaQ1q6629HyqhTtRHffBgtGLNlBNlZzjFWdkZfNagZ3Iz3GhUhj7AFM_6o5y9Yz_Giq2DfLNDOmSlufUfb2yCrHTdbTOg-oLyV7/s400/02122010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546453919493279458" /></a><br /><br />~ makes for 2 bowls which is perfect for a romantic evening for two ~ :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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this pencil <br />Sweet words that I want to give you <br />And I can't sleep <br />I need to tell you <br />Goodnight <br /><br />When we're together, I feel perfect <br />When I'm pulled away from you, I fall apart <br />All you say is sacred to me <br />Your eyes are so blue <br />I can't look away <br />As we lay in the stillness <br />You whisper to me <br /><br />Amy, marry me <br />Promise you'll stay with me <br />Oh you don't have to ask me <br />You know you're all that I live for <br />You know I'd die just to hold you <br />Stay with you <br />Somehow I'll show you <br />That you are my night sky <br />I've always been right behind you <br />Now I'll always be right beside you <br /><br />So many nights I cried myself to sleep <br />Now that you love me, I love myself <br />I never thought I would say this <br />I never thought there'd be <br />You</span>Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-17617275423659604042010-11-30T00:17:00.007+08:002010-11-30T00:26:57.181+08:00my missionmy mission is to complete the following tasks before the next semester starts ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lV4uhU6dT4cXLmtPA69i27jhxBJpnT1DhkiDAdL2TYoaUAVF1Sei4g7nasIjm9hXgY39zo8rsYU92a-MLKikbI0Ukov44AJEjKT9rV7e-1t2V8K_O1jvV8SeGXITcCTOo-FWozqU3AR0/s1600/True_Blood_by_Momokochan007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lV4uhU6dT4cXLmtPA69i27jhxBJpnT1DhkiDAdL2TYoaUAVF1Sei4g7nasIjm9hXgY39zo8rsYU92a-MLKikbI0Ukov44AJEjKT9rV7e-1t2V8K_O1jvV8SeGXITcCTOo-FWozqU3AR0/s400/True_Blood_by_Momokochan007.jpg" 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1s081oDFolvrXVKVir6kC5G8mV8lvdeUaTpzAfCruR8Vho4kSXQ1WsgN89kXQCnBx-HXyr3xuM7HcuTyTPKkO0keZEFiaHbjbx993fMr6KnZdA6yJ1q15NHtZKYfPM9_-ovqpskuNmf3u/s400/Gossip_Girl_Wall_by_kateno4ek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545008892049482386" /></a><br /><br />I shall own all of you soon! hahahahahahahaha!Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-5560463185987476442010-11-26T23:54:00.001+08:002010-11-26T23:54:21.800+08:00hehWhat is on your desktop wallpaper?<br />“Daddy thinks I’m good for nothing, mama says that it’s from him, manic sister thinks I’m cracking, brother says it’s in my genes. =’(“<br /><br />What is your favorite zoo animal?<br />The tiger<br /><br />What was your favorite toy as a child?<br />Barbie<br /><br />What food do you eat too much of?<br />Chicken<br /><br />What kind of hairstyle do you have?<br />Wavy curls<br /><br />What was your favorite activity in gym class?<br />Sitting down<br /><br />What is on the shirt you're wearing right now?<br />Nothing<br /><br />What is the picture nearest to you of?<br />Me as a baby wearing a shirt that says “WORLD’S GREATEST DAD”<br /><br />What kind of salad dressing do you like?<br />Caesar<br /><br />Whats your least favorite food?<br />Veggies<br /><br />What do you do on a Sunday night?<br />Watch movies<br /><br />What color are your sheets?<br />Red<br /><br />How big is your computer display?<br />Normal<br /><br />What pair of shoes do you wear most often?<br />Sneakers<br /><br />What is your favorite game?<br />Games that make me hungry<br /><br />What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?<br />Turkey?<br /><br />What is your favorite pizza topping?<br />Cheeeeese!<br /><br />What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow?<br />No plans haha!<br /><br />What is your favorite day of the year?<br />My bday =)Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-65117534938597406352010-11-25T22:05:00.003+08:002010-11-25T22:22:05.678+08:00I don't know whyI don't know how I'm suppose to feel right now.<br /><br />bottling it up makes me feel like breaking down.<br />but letting it all out will risk too much exposure,<br />to the deepest core of my feelings.<br /><br />I don't like sharing everything that I am,<br />it scares the hell out of me.<br /><br />How am I suppose to open up?<br /><br />I don't know how.<br />It's hard for me to trust.<br /><br />I'm holding back,<br />I'm afraid of baring it all because I might be left with nothing,<br />I'm scared of giving it all because I might lose everything.<br /><br />Trust is about not being afraid to lose everything.<br /><br />How can I love if I'm not willing to give it all?<br />How can I love if I can't trust?<br /><br />*It's not that I can't, I can but I'm too afraid to.*Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-69698056197486483332010-11-22T00:39:00.001+08:002010-11-22T00:41:57.443+08:00please proceed herewww.syafiqahamir-blablabla.tumblr.com<br /><br />I AM NOT CONVERTING!<br /><br />this is just the blog that is NOT for the public<br /><br />warning: beware of random, inappropriate, boring, short or long, insightful, unlikely, 'to your liking or not' posts :DSyafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-87475121467910420842010-11-19T23:07:00.003+08:002010-11-19T23:15:54.689+08:00today, the 19th, is a special dayone month ago today,<br />we sat in my car listening to your CD,<br />you asked me the big question and I said yes.<br /><br />it was the happiest I've ever felt in ages,<br />& it was the best decision I've ever made.<br /><br />thank you for bringing meaning to my life.<br />I sayang you!<br />you changed my whole life :DD<br /><br />there are so many more things I want to say but I just don't know how to say it,<br />I can't express/explain/describe it.<br /><br />the only way I can try to put it,<br />30 days = joy, laughter, happiness and everything!<br /><br />I laughed a lot more these past 30 days than I used to.<br /><br />so thank you very much for making me the happiest I've ever been :DD<br /><br />p/s: I wish I could say/tell you more but I ran out of wordsSyafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-32515858935296062010-11-06T02:30:00.000+08:002010-11-06T02:31:25.446+08:00can't sleepOkay, so I’m 20,<br />How do I feel about it?<br />Pretty blank I guess.<br /><br />Well, that’s only part of it.<br /><br />The other part is full of mixed up emotions,<br />Too overwhelming, too strong, too FAST!!!<br /><br />I can feel myself slipping to this haze-like phase,<br />My progression dropping,<br />My rationality drifting away,<br />Until nothing else matters but...<br /><br />Urgh! Have you ever felt something so strong for a person that you, yourself can’t control it?<br />Even if you wanted to?<br />Even if every aching bone in your body is screaming at you but you still find yourself helpless and unable to do a thing?!<br /><br />The more I care about a person, the more I worry about them<br /><br />And what am I even doing blogging at this hour?<br /><br />Truth is, I can’t sleep.<br /><br />I haven’t been able to <span style="font-style:italic;">really </span>sleep these past few nights.<br /><br />I’m too stressed out by these expectations that certain people expect from me.<br /><br />I think too much.<br /><br />This is <span style="font-style:italic;">so </span>not how I should be posting as my official birthday post,<br />There’s nothing happy about it at all.<br /><br />I know it’s kind of late,<br />And we’re already in the middle of it,<br />But better late than never right?<br />Just wanted to wish good luck to everyone for the finals!Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-57223042662236056802010-10-28T16:10:00.002+08:002010-10-28T16:28:03.995+08:00headache*headache*<br /><br />I just wanna sit in my room and study till my senses stop recognizing other needs and the only time I'll stop is when I'm trully, pain-riddenly exhausted!<br />fall flat and sleep!<br /><br />the reason I'm stressing about this is because if I don't do well this semester,<br />I'm pretty much screwed.<br />and I'll be blamed on in all shapes and sizes in every way possible.<br /><br />trust me,<br />it'll be from the second I wake up in the morning<br />to the tiniest detail of my lifestyle.<br /><br />if this goes wrong,<br />EVERY SINGLE THING I did before will be at fault.<br /><br />but nooo!<br />apparently I can't sit peacefully in my room surrounded happily by books,<br />no, I must be interrupted,<br />I must be bombarded with all sorts of probs.<br /><br />there had been a situation when I was sitting with a book and I was literally yelled at as if I was doing something wrong!<br /><br />If I don't study it's a crime,<br />if I DO study its also a crime!<br /><br />so to simplify this, basically this is what I have to do in order:<br />1. listen<br />2. study<br />3. get good results<br /><br />I can't always listen and when I don't,<br />studying is also used as an excuse to yell at me...<br /><br />I'm stressed out,<br />my heart is not completely it in,<br />and I'm being forced into directions I don't wanna go regardless of how I feel about it.<br /><br />my opinion is not needed,<br />I only exist to respect not to speak,<br />if I speak I'm being rude.<br /><br />if I keep being forced to go to ways I don't wanna go,<br />without even asking me how I feel about it<br />or even wondering if I'm okay with it in the first place,<br />I think I'm gonna lose it.<br /><br />so onto the bright side,<br />I've never been this happy :)<br />but happiness comes with a price of course.<br /><br />and I'm sad because I just started to feel happy<br />and it's like there are a hundred things trying to snatch that happiness away from me :(<br /><br />why won't they just let me be?<br />why do they have to feel threatened by my happiness?<br />are they afraid that I might forget about them?<br />why is my happiness being used as a punching bag that they can use to blame me for everything I lack?<br /><br />they don't even look at me in the eye to see if I'm alright.<br />they act like they care when I'm happy but when I stop paying attention to them for a second, they drill me to the bone and all sorts of accusations are thrown to me.<br /><br />*bright note*<br />I wake up happily every morning to you wishing me good morning :)<br />I fall asleep happily every night to you wishing me good night<br />I like it that way,<br />it makes me feel needed instead of needy for once<br />it's just the rest of the day that I have to face,<br />I can only be distracted for so long but the probs in reality still remain.<br /><br />:(Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-76145514425673816792010-10-10T14:36:00.002+08:002010-10-10T14:43:19.382+08:00this is how I feel nowWOW! I haven't updated in a very long, long, looooong time!<br /><br />Haven't been able to go online these past few weeks,<br />been busy with studies, family, friends & special person <3<br /><br />nonetheless, though not much was typed I did get a lot written on paper,<br />I wish they were assignments but sadly, they were only doodles...<br /><br />this one piece I wrote while I was in one of my irk classes,<br />forgive me because I couldn't pay attention,<br />part of it was because of you, another part of it was because I was scared.<br /><br />so this one sort of has a sombre feeling to it,<br />it was inspired by Colbie Calliat's "I Never Told You"<br /><br />it's still in its original raw form,<br />I really didn't feel like editing it much because well, I wrote it while I was in class but my heart was obviously elsewhere...<br /><br />It's called "I Should Have Known."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">My heart beats though it bleeds,<br />And it’s your fault,<br />Oh, it’s your fault.<br /><br />I don’t know who to blame for this letdown,<br />But maybe,<br />Just maybe I’m not ready.<br /><br />Oh, I’m expressively happy when I’m with you,<br />Yet it’s taking too much of me.<br /><br />I should have known,<br />I should have known better,<br />Then to let you drag my heart away,<br />Was it you,<br />Or was it just me?<br />I just want us to be ‘we’<br /><br />I should have known...<br /><br />Your eyes smile and it takes away the pain,<br />I go blind,<br />Yeah, I go blind for you.<br /><br />Crying won’t solve, life continues,<br />But my life can never be,<br />Without you<br /><br />Oh, the world fades away when it’s just you and me,,<br />Yet it’s taken a hold of me.<br /><br />I’ve fallen a victim,<br />Into this helplessness that I can’t help,<br />Knocking the breath out of me,<br />No, I don’t want you to stop,<br />But maybe I just don’t know what I want,<br />I should have known that I can never stop ‘we’<br /><br />I’m so scared,<br />I’m so scared,<br />I’m so scared to fall<br /><br />I have to give up,<br />Either on you or the rest,<br />This choice I have to make,<br />Can one possibly live without breathing?<br /></span><br /><br />now this next one,<br />yes this one is new,<br />this one is definitely happier,<br />happier because the one up there is the scary version,<br />this one is the "I'm so sure" version =)<br /><br />which basically killed all my doubts and fears<br /><br />this one is called "This is How I Feel Now."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">It was like a metaphor,<br />Rainy days and lonely nights with no one to confide,<br />It was unexpected, this change of heart,<br />Felt clueless and confused, couldn’t see it from the start.<br /><br />You came in a flash of light,<br />My head screamed, slow down this dream,<br />Yet my heart triumphed, I stopped listening,<br />All I could hear was you whispering.<br /><br />And I asked you what made you come,<br />And you said it was everything, everything...<br /><br />The first time I met you,<br />I had no idea that you’d be so important to me,<br />Push a couple of weeks,<br />That felt like eternity,<br />Nothing could explain, except,<br />This is how I feel now.<br /><br />I was perfectly content,<br />I thought you were too,<br />I didn’t see that it was right around the corner,<br />That it was you.<br /><br />Then you asked me what I liked about you,<br />And I was speechless, speechless about you...<br /><br />And now I like everything about you,<br />Your laughter, your smile,<br />This change, at every end of the day,<br />There you are, maybe you’ve been there all the while,<br />I didn’t see it, I couldn’t believe it,<br />But this is how I feel now.<br /><br />Under the tree, on the damp grass as we lay<br />I realized you make me happier with each passing day,<br />So let’s just let our hearts lead the way,<br />In fact, I don’t care, I like us this way.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hVW5GiuxlsWRRfmCfR1rsHIFwvCz7Z2I7b09kHqkV1GdP1rdVAGJTfnnggkl2vrFTLEF5QtOyCbuwnCJj25_63poLl4wZUxOzQWWxlP-yt5YKVYxUBGjQ8ToJi4ADHr3uEQ4ZyQDqQDN/s1600/tumblr_la1vnytCKD1qbkqi8o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hVW5GiuxlsWRRfmCfR1rsHIFwvCz7Z2I7b09kHqkV1GdP1rdVAGJTfnnggkl2vrFTLEF5QtOyCbuwnCJj25_63poLl4wZUxOzQWWxlP-yt5YKVYxUBGjQ8ToJi4ADHr3uEQ4ZyQDqQDN/s400/tumblr_la1vnytCKD1qbkqi8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526304234870371586" /></a>Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-50002817864397609912010-09-22T23:02:00.006+08:002010-09-22T23:07:04.001+08:00updateI feel vigorously satisfied tonight!<br />Part of it is because I finally got to engage myself in writing once more : )<br /><br />I always feel so de-waitforit-lightful every time I get to write something so wholesome.<br />It feels emotionally satisfying to me.<br /><br />Although this is not my own original work,<br />It’s an adaptation of the play titled “The Dollhouse” (The play my group has been assigned to perform this semester)<br />And I wasn’t the one who adapted it from the actual play,<br />That would be a very murderous attempt,<br />My other group mates went about doing that.<br />I only had to edit it.<br /><br />But it feels just as good to know that the final product is finally finish and ready for production!<br /><br />Other study updates have been the usual routine,<br />As usual I need a little push to get enthusiastic about the other subjects.<br /><br />I can specifically count how many times I was able to pay attention in Mass Com class.<br />Most of the time I’d be sleepy, drowsing off, yawning, trying so hard to keep my eyes open.<br /><br />I literally stopped caring about keeping up with two of my other classes just because I know that I’ve already presented.<br />The assignment for one of those subjects in nearly done, just need a final group discussion and briefing on topics we need to present. <br />The other class assignment I can pin down that it’s only 30% done. And that’s only on my part, I don’t know about the rest of my group members.<br /><br />Both of these assignments need to be submitted two weeks before the semester ends and as usual, what goes through our heads is...”oh that’s a looooong time ahead of us, chill first.”<br /><br />And then, do the work last minute.<br /><br />Haish, when is there ever going to be a change in my attitude?<br />I always need that extra pressure to push me off the edge,<br />I can never do something just because I want to.<br /><br />Maybe it’s because I’m not into some of these subjects.<br /><br />Oh and Phonetics & Phonology,<br />I recently found out that I wasn’t the only one who is blur in this class!<br />Is that a good thing or a bad thing?<br />For this one, I definitely need a push. <br />I can’t frigging get it through my head, can’t understand a single damn thing!<br /><br />So while I feel absolutely unenthusiastic about all my other works,<br />All I can do is focus all my effort, energy and attention to the drama production.<br /><br />I usually need more time to get into things, learn to know them and to love them.<br />I do have a passion for this.<br />Hope all goes well =D<br /><br />*this is coming from a literature person, not linguistics person. So you do the math.*<br /><br />And my romantic side has been called into duty,<br />Why is it so hard to explain love?<br />People can express it in many different ways and words which can instantly make you go “awww!”<br /><br />For me,<br />This is as close as I can relate it to.<br />I think this song is what love really feels like.<br />It’s by Evenscence, I forgot what the song is called :p<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I can’t run anymore,<br />I fall before you,<br />Here I am,<br />I have nothing left,<br />Though I try to forget you’re all that I am,<br />Take me home, <br />I’m through fighting it.<br /><br />Broken,<br />Lifeless,<br />I give up,<br />You’re my only strength.<br /><br />Without you,<br />I can’t go on anymore.<br /><br />My only hope,<br />My only peace,<br />My only joy,<br />My only strength,<br />My only home,<br />My only light,<br />My only love.<br /><br />I can’t run anymore,<br />I give myself to you,<br />I’m sorry,<br />I’m sorry.<br />In all my bitterness,<br />I ignored all that’s real and true,<br />When all I need is you.<br /><br />When night falls on me,<br />I’ll not close my eyes,<br />I’m too alive,<br />And you’re too strong,<br />I can’t lie anymore,<br />I fall down before you,<br />I’m sorry,<br />I’m sorry.<br /><br />Constantly ignoring the pain consuming me,<br />But this time it’s gotten too deep,<br />I’ll never stray again.<br /></span>Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-73838337325796538022010-09-19T00:18:00.000+08:002010-09-19T00:20:03.377+08:00quote"it is hard but I guess in some ways being away from someone is always... if you really like them it makes... in a strange way makes it better because the more time you spend away, the more you're thinking about them, the more you want to see them again. I guess being away... leaving... not spending too much time together is always a good thing to do." - Robert Pattinson =DSyafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-84762701008248269532010-09-08T22:15:00.006+08:002010-09-08T22:29:19.295+08:00scarya lot of scary things have been happening since I moved into my new place.<br /><br />stuff like broken windows,<br />literally they were fine when I got here,<br />then the locks broke n net thing that catches all the flies broke into two and whenever there're strong winds my window can easily be pushed open... yikes!<br /><br />other stuff like my closet doors can open all by itself,<br />I swore whenever I leave my room I lock every thing up,<br />when I return I find things like that opened (when I know I closed 'em!)<br />and my other belongings suddenly being in random places where I never left 'em.<br /><br />and don't start thinking that my mom might've walked in while I was away,<br />I lock my room every time I leave... I'm an extremely private person & I don't like people going through my stuff.<br /><br />and I'm the only one who owns the key to my room,<br />unlike my old house there were copies,<br />for now, I'm the only one who gets a say in who enters and who doesn't.<br /><br />like seriously,<br />I pile clothes in one corner and leave for the day,<br />I come back and suddenly they're scattered all over the place,<br />my window can open and close by itself whenever it feels like it.<br /><br />and oh yeah, my toilet seat broke =(<br /><br />huh... haven't settled in this new place just yet.<br /><br />but on the bright side,<br />my days haven't been perfect (I'm getting to the bright side)<br />they're only okay,<br />some are even crappy,<br />but I'm very glad that I get to wake up happy every morning and go to bed happy =D every night hehe!<br /><br />you are the best thing that's ever been mine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0ueoHGnP_eKV48UenDsMAqFXwld-SEeacgbFO79hNNoqmCul2GlLXiQ6HkeJYomHmy1ep01zWLl-yZ5gY5EXBzx-rWInD9cgs8HEq08oQmYgYusi-oJGHz6T7Jxcy1nrNbftAqC42JOD/s1600/046.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonUUkfE4qQvE2odK9k4QMwiWwzooD1lWgOyrxVt9cwjim8TvI0bZB3VxjiAtmytDc6Mg2P6u9hrHXwBdqrl6aK8p3oA5Oi3FPNovkwd8TEoksFq3nA2t6BG8pC1rkV-2Yjg7hIk0cUOIT/s400/214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514549190723086386" /></a><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />you're my favorite song ;)Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-46812636927550571462010-09-03T23:38:00.002+08:002010-09-03T23:42:40.391+08:00moneyI have A LOT of things to pay for:<br /><br />1.Phone bill – rm150++<br />2.Internet bill – only God knows how much it is, I haven’t received the bill yet but I’ve already exceeded my limit.<br />3.Uni fees – whoa! This one is a lot. Let’s just say education costs more than half of my savings.<br /><br />And I’m sure there are plenty of more bills to come plus other things that I have to pay but the news has not reached me yet.<br />As if I’m not as shocked as it is,<br />I guess it’s what you get as you get older,<br />More responsibilities,<br />More things that you need to carry on your shoulder.<br /><br />I expected that if I was going to be independent, I was bound to face this kind of stuff.<br />Little did I know that they were going to come so sudden and the amount nearly made me scream.<br /><br />I hate this money-oriented society but I can’t help but accept the fact that we need money to live.<br /><br />A few days ago I was having an argument about money,<br />(Yeah, it’s always an argument with me)<br />I was talking about how people shouldn’t make such a big deal about money and that money doesn’t mean everything etc.<br /><br />Basically, I asked the parents for money to pay uni fees.<br />And I’m sure not everyone is as lucky as I am that I get to ask for this large amount on the spot.<br /><br />But I had my reasons,<br />It was mostly because I knew we’re going through a smooth-sailing time right now,<br />Better than we usually are; better than we used to be,<br />Financially, we were doing well thank God.<br /><br />So naturally I put up a fight when Mom told me she couldn’t give me the money at the time that I needed it.<br /><br />I was like “What?”<br />I couldn’t believe she gave me that excuse,<br />All I could think about was why in the world was it so difficult to draw money out of the ATM and have it sent to me.<br />I thought about possible, RELIABLE transportation that could get that money to me.<br /><br />But no,<br />No time... this is too last minute,<br />Mom told me if I wanted to settle it on my own I had to use my own money.<br /><br />Fine,<br />I could do just that,<br />I had enough in my savings,<br />But it’s called savings so that I can save it for the future and not spend that large amount right now.<br />Guess I had no choice though.<br /><br />That’s cool,<br />I was climbing the steps into independence.<br /><br />Haven’t paid the fees yet but if worse comes to worse I don’t mind if I have to use my own cash,<br />How long am I going to keep asking for money?<br />I’m at the right age to start being responsible for my own being and financial matters, aren’t I?<br /><br />Yeah, so that’s what I told her,<br />I could handle it, I’ll get it settled.<br /><br />Then the first bomb hit,<br />BOOM! Phone bill!<br />Second bomb,<br />BOOM! Internet has exceeded usage.<br /><br />The phone bill confused me for the longest of time,<br />Why, why did it reach that much during this time?<br />Did I overspend?<br />Did I even notice my phone activity changing from normal?<br />Even Celcom texted me with a warning.<br /><br />Wow,<br />For the first time I’m having real-life money issues that I have to handle on my own,<br />That does not have anything to do with shopping :P<br /><br />As for the internet,<br />It exceeded during merdeka night,<br />So I was left without internet (life) for a very long and torturous time.<br /><br />Another thing that bothered me,<br />All my bills for this month (phone, internet etc) should reach my new house,<br />If it doesn’t then the people living at my old house will get my bills & letters sent to them.<br /><br />Why, why does it have to happen this month?<br />Why do my bills decide to go crazy on the month that I’m moving?<br />When I don’t even know if the bills will reach me or someone else??<br /><br />This is so frustrating,<br />I need to know how much I’m suppose to pay,<br />To do that I need to get my bills,<br />This has to be mailed to me TO MY NEW HOUSE.<br /><br />Or else I’m just going to stay in the foreign, strange place and worry about money issues all day!<br /><br />Remember, a house is not a home.<br />And I haven’t even slept there yet.<br />Dealing with money issues when I don’t even have a home can be a pain.<br /><br />But hey, it’s something we all have to go through right?<br />Grow up,<br />Take care of yourself,<br />Be responsible for yourself,<br />Panic, freak out and then get yourself settled.<br /><br />Hope all goes well :)<br /><br />ps: tonight's my first night in this new house, new room, new apartment in Mont Kiara *winkwink*Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-91847092304752875062010-08-27T23:33:00.002+08:002010-08-27T23:57:09.938+08:00twist it here, twist it therelet's talk about love.<br />confessions of love are so dramatic right?<br /><br />I don't love you though. love is such a strong word and I think it should be saved until I truly feel it.<br />but I like you. in fact, I really, really, really like you. and I'll continue to like you.<br />that will eventually lead to love, I hope.<br /><br />but I have to get my priorities straight,<br />don't get me wrong, you are important,<br />and this isn't an excuse,<br />but I'm not even sure of my own feelings,<br />I'm not in the right place yet,<br />I'm not the right person yet.<br /><br />I can tell you this though,<br />I'm not going to wander elsewhere,<br />I'll stay true and loyal,<br />honest from my heart, I'm pining for no one else but you.<br /><br />it might look like... well, like there are others,<br />and this is when I start to hate myself,<br />if they are not you, I become such a bitch.<br /><br />I get so frustrated when others come and they are NOT you.<br />and sometimes I wonder if it's fair that I'm saying "no" to them when I'm not necessarily saying "yes" to you either.<br /><br />does that make me such a horrible, terrible person?<br /><br />the whole excuse, "I'm not ready to be in a relationship" or "I have other things going on in my life right now."<br /><br />when it's not that I'm not ready,<br />if it were you, I won't hesitate a second to say that I am ready!<br /><br />but in the end, studies comes first.<br /><br />so have I really become a cruel, cold, heartless person?<br />I can't help it,<br />I say things to avoid from getting myself into a sticky situation,<br />or I'll just put on a cold shoulder so that I don't lead them on anymore...<br /><br />I've never done anything like this before,<br />I'm starting to question myself and my morality,<br />I don't want to become everything I hate just because I'm not interested in someone.<br /><br />bright note,<br />I love my friends <3<br />I love them because they make me feel at home when I currently don't even have a home.<br /><br />And I love these kind of friends who I don't see too often anymore,<br />it's not a sad thing,<br />because I spend days missing them and wishing I could meet up with them,<br />and when I do get to see them it's so worth it.<br /><br />sometimes when you spend time away from someone you'll realize how much they mean to you and you'll cherish every short moment you get with them :)<br /><br />twist it here, twist it there,<br />wherever my heart goes,<br />it will lead straight to you,<br />so enjoy the ride.Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-66468414334412076642010-08-25T22:55:00.001+08:002010-08-25T22:56:57.727+08:00smile =)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriwYatkhipzcl0Rv1GL4dLPl2ZMR1_kzjOVWX6AHvS9y_wqoyLG4fXfiJpjnZC8O0vNIRqv20spoK6epKCPSpUDpVPS4FlHhBiiwkVxj9fLqR_tu5EGGy2BJC-FUoVo-x_BDrQVWG_Dkb/s1600/tumblr_l7ijc4TIRH1qabohs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriwYatkhipzcl0Rv1GL4dLPl2ZMR1_kzjOVWX6AHvS9y_wqoyLG4fXfiJpjnZC8O0vNIRqv20spoK6epKCPSpUDpVPS4FlHhBiiwkVxj9fLqR_tu5EGGy2BJC-FUoVo-x_BDrQVWG_Dkb/s400/tumblr_l7ijc4TIRH1qabohs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509361563250650386" /></a><br /><br />a picture of Tim Urban a day keeps the doctor away =)Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-54723714905628847622010-08-23T22:28:00.003+08:002010-08-23T22:46:34.244+08:00I miss...I miss this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFuGbbiBwyHRVLbClP0g6ygqFtdbLwC8U2VQ0VFUG-yq3Ep5-DuXTsBQS6qKu-6e8Lo8N_TvERmns_i9hbBX9VZWgTlDnggXyOhKoKRTyCM_7YgaNMvt53Uwf_gBWvJOUWOSWAqM2aDGY/s1600/SELECTEDx2_26dd056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFuGbbiBwyHRVLbClP0g6ygqFtdbLwC8U2VQ0VFUG-yq3Ep5-DuXTsBQS6qKu-6e8Lo8N_TvERmns_i9hbBX9VZWgTlDnggXyOhKoKRTyCM_7YgaNMvt53Uwf_gBWvJOUWOSWAqM2aDGY/s400/SELECTEDx2_26dd056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508611524135511602" /></a><br /><br />and this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDl02e2nyHxtGB81rjWhOTeDuVJtb7sGqpZlpDJMVTS-2KuXFJ6gwWYOgy6ubaq9pqXvJQqP_UsU-8CRyj0QESw7b_PpWPFAwKIBOoNlP9Lxm2MNZPGY9Aqzz9sQceEHZX8_4AJru6FUi/s1600/SELECTEDtumblr_l7ijbf3TsL1qabohs.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDl02e2nyHxtGB81rjWhOTeDuVJtb7sGqpZlpDJMVTS-2KuXFJ6gwWYOgy6ubaq9pqXvJQqP_UsU-8CRyj0QESw7b_PpWPFAwKIBOoNlP9Lxm2MNZPGY9Aqzz9sQceEHZX8_4AJru6FUi/s400/SELECTEDtumblr_l7ijbf3TsL1qabohs.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508611682824569842" /></a><br /><br />and these...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPg6r92EittzPgh7q_ev0BuCZZNp10JuSuLDie_FbwMssSnJErCETEnFetKxf0h08srjt1PieXtnlLkCOdKyxalGy02kIEYntClRzLWbMJfOwEgq2EjSbJxxzQTGDocFpZuzBHoDfVX7MQ/s1600/SELECTEDtumblr_l7lb3rz55r1qzgwino1_500.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPg6r92EittzPgh7q_ev0BuCZZNp10JuSuLDie_FbwMssSnJErCETEnFetKxf0h08srjt1PieXtnlLkCOdKyxalGy02kIEYntClRzLWbMJfOwEgq2EjSbJxxzQTGDocFpZuzBHoDfVX7MQ/s400/SELECTEDtumblr_l7lb3rz55r1qzgwino1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508610911172268594" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOObM2zqyHWu13O_BK1yGYEKOMXYUWqi-VhIcaNzN8TSkGZqaea8ranLh2jZzKXeyj6AvsFbTuFhI_4iVcD7XY_aIJ0gcPHxDcPjvPXDocUkPL3kibwH1aBkQ3vOY_EnH0eGeKwX5q8b8/s1600/SELECTEDtumblr_l7ijh9q6rZ1qabohs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOObM2zqyHWu13O_BK1yGYEKOMXYUWqi-VhIcaNzN8TSkGZqaea8ranLh2jZzKXeyj6AvsFbTuFhI_4iVcD7XY_aIJ0gcPHxDcPjvPXDocUkPL3kibwH1aBkQ3vOY_EnH0eGeKwX5q8b8/s400/SELECTEDtumblr_l7ijh9q6rZ1qabohs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508611023181303746" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpx9pCAhv2O1Kgbv4VhaTLbT_dOen_tI8XvXa9R1Yip0_Y5QPIa7sDxiT2NfJBNNilD75pMPb4rI8tTU_mZv37LJ_v29UbnOYdqeajyLnBaGVtOJyqSM-XINsfqx3NG1HCdkM5r4tMe99/s1600/SELECTEDtumblr_l7ijax3Ikk1qabohs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpx9pCAhv2O1Kgbv4VhaTLbT_dOen_tI8XvXa9R1Yip0_Y5QPIa7sDxiT2NfJBNNilD75pMPb4rI8tTU_mZv37LJ_v29UbnOYdqeajyLnBaGVtOJyqSM-XINsfqx3NG1HCdkM5r4tMe99/s400/SELECTEDtumblr_l7ijax3Ikk1qabohs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508611264655000562" /></a><br /><br />especially this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYRDKx3SUpRgRullpiUJz43pvZyREdW9BcfG9qWS8UhNq6OunmTzP2wAsbAsqDxoQ9RtV0INK7uLYl8anSaB3hA3O4lwLtpg-3Gv4bYYThnieb3sMqZOX2En71eDKSVp1YnrBf7XVQonP/s1600/tumblr_l7ezxmTBeF1qdnsgxo1_1280.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYRDKx3SUpRgRullpiUJz43pvZyREdW9BcfG9qWS8UhNq6OunmTzP2wAsbAsqDxoQ9RtV0INK7uLYl8anSaB3hA3O4lwLtpg-3Gv4bYYThnieb3sMqZOX2En71eDKSVp1YnrBf7XVQonP/s400/tumblr_l7ezxmTBeF1qdnsgxo1_1280.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508612551184142786" /></a><br /><br />I think the world needs more of this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l0wgf6iLAwkeAEShZsBqqQeulINsHSRcG8U5j4GDsGqtMuF4o1ggURUPe4XDLfMsOkZC07f6_f6hh443qvfyMRSj9yhJTfy9V6aqdaSmG29VI0LXiU-Zi5iv2auPtaJXG-1kIRzGSba2/s1600/tumblr_l7ijciQsuK1qabohs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l0wgf6iLAwkeAEShZsBqqQeulINsHSRcG8U5j4GDsGqtMuF4o1ggURUPe4XDLfMsOkZC07f6_f6hh443qvfyMRSj9yhJTfy9V6aqdaSmG29VI0LXiU-Zi5iv2auPtaJXG-1kIRzGSba2/s400/tumblr_l7ijciQsuK1qabohs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508612933142770002" /></a><br /><br />"it's easy to make your face smile, the hard part is getting your heart to match" - Tim UrbanSyafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538303545651433818.post-2728053756696628222010-08-22T23:21:00.003+08:002010-08-22T23:30:28.335+08:00I don't want to go but if I die young, fill my empty room with the sunpeople are asking...<br />no that statement is too general,<br />certain people are hassling why I''m making such a big fuss about moving.<br /><br />they say things like how I'm no where near into becoming an adult because I'm acting so immature,<br />well let me tell you this,<br />I'm doing it aren't I?<br /><br />I'm packing up my stuff and moving even though I'm only doing it halfheartedly.<br /><br />I'm doing this for the people I love,<br />I'm giving in and sacrificing my need for comfort because I know they need me to be there for them.<br /><br />isn't that the adult thing to do?<br /><br />so yeah, I'm complaining<br />that's so teenage like,<br />well nobody's perfect.<br /><br />it's not the new house,<br />really it's not.<br /><br />it's my old house,<br />the one I just officially said goodbye to,<br />only a few hours ago.<br /><br />this is my childhood home,<br />I spent years growing up there.<br />that was the only house I remember.<br /><br />I had toys, got rid of them as I got old, bought new things, put them into my spaces, moved them within my familiar spaces.<br /><br />I also spent my teenage years there,<br />I drew angry drawings and pasted them all over the wall,<br />then tore them up when I realized I was getting too old for them.<br /><br />that was the only home I've ever known,<br />I build memories there.<br /><br />I've had this song for awhile but I only started to <span style="font-style:italic;">really</span> listen to it now,<br />because now is the only time I feel like I can relate to it<br /><br />Empty Room by Marjorie Fair<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I'm so tired of learning to talk<br />Building fences on the wall<br />In this state, I shall not remain<br /><br />I don't want to go, but if I die young<br />Fill my empty room with the sun<br />Fill my empty room with the sun<br /><br />This Doesn't matter like it did before<br />This doesn't matter much anymore<br /><br />Change my mind or help me to try<br />Im afraid and I'm not satisfied<br />In this state I shall not remain<br /><br />I don't want to go, but if I die young<br />Fill my empty room with the sun<br />Fill my empty room with the sun<br /><br />This doesn't matter like it did before<br />This doesn't matter much anymore<br />This doesn't matter like it did before<br />This doesn't matter much anymore<br /><br />Daylight is not the same<br />When your stabbing at the stars<br />In your eyes, and bleeding<br />Is what you see<br /><br />This doesn't matter like it did before<br />This doesn't matter much anymore<br />This doesn't matter like it did before<br />This doesn't matter much anymore<br /><br />This doesn't matter much anymore</span><br /><br />as of now I've said my final farewells to the walls I grew up in, to the wallpaper I tore when I was so angry,<br />I hugged those walls and felt like so little time was on our side as I rushed back out into the world<br /><br />so I'm back in uni now,<br />I had to leave home early to be here...<br />and after these past few days of hectic packing and stressing/freaking out,<br />all my workload piled up to the max.<br /><br />but what do I do once I got to uni,<br />I didn't touch a single thing related to my academic life (which is the purpose of why I'm here)<br />instead I thought I'd do something related to my social life since I felt like I deserved a little fun after all this moving sh*t<br /><br />it was only a little bit of fun of course,<br />I spent tonight hanging out with ct orange and the night was full of donuts and vampire diaries and facebooking from the same laptop and making more plans for tomorrow :)<br /><br />which is exactly what I need after the week I've had.Syafiqah Amirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06359182670891321953noreply@blogger.com