tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88479905547248026292024-03-13T18:47:50.395-07:00Going SoloSidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-33065594754828149182010-08-28T11:53:00.000-07:002010-08-28T11:53:19.677-07:00GO <a href="http://suchanelf.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">HERE</span></strong></a> YOU GUYS!!! =o <br />
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lalalalalaaSidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-50089394659657738962010-07-13T11:06:00.001-07:002010-08-06T09:27:21.307-07:00My New BloggieGo here ----> <a href="http://suchanelf.blogspot.com/">Under The Magic Tree</a> ..My new blog! o(^_^)oSidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-9359871430374485172010-05-11T11:36:00.001-07:002010-05-11T12:16:22.936-07:00Happy n Tagged!<span style="color:#cc33cc;">I was tagged by</span><a href="http://blissbubbley.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#333399;"> Sarah</span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> =) <span style="font-size:85%;">... months ago.<br /></span></span><div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Anyway, this is <strong>fun!</strong><br /><br />The rules are<br /><br />1. Name a song that makes you happy - a song you would listen to if you needed a sudden injection of happiness<br /><br />2. Post an image that makes you smile. It can be anything - a silly photo, an image taken from the internet, anything at all that puts a smile on your face (and isn't too rude!).<br /><br />Soo..</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">There are so many songs i love to listen when am happy (not to mention singing, when am alone, in my <strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">special mouse-like voice</span></strong>)<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So, can i choose 2? *yes you can!* Yay!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Umm.. so they would be</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">You're the music in me =) from HSM2</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and..</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">David Cook's This Time Of My Life</span>.. It's a great song! Do listen to it (whoever bothers to read my blog)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And about the picture..<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Pon and Zi</strong></span> can always make me Smile with all their cuteness and dumbness =)<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470086600646479906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouaA5P9miXvAw-vR_CAuGKXvB_fq6K2gmsCcWc4HwrR52OdvRHSkZqCpZm3O1ft-pEnlFhMg2iqMXSnod92oBkhoVKAwobOGRIJdfCLh2WejPTabzxoEg8ps1LFQoM_4hbG0kSW9Zfww/s200/Favorite.jpg" /><br /><br />And.. This Graffiti by Sana =)</span><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089835395367058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW09BBTTjsisjHAFpDlXcryAggqq2pOGHefyzWKxjCsXOHvWDQ3tU7ZdjIAQvHl-MJ5ojtK3CGxSSARl-ALUh3Jkr2rT-qkUsVYCrCPKfBqQdSIH9eCcc6UNyxeQJPAvTIV5uiDKOekCQ/s200/app_full_proxy.png" /><br /></span><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">also Hafsah's Bikinied-nail picture would make me smile.. Would upload if i had it =P</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Other things would just complete my happiness:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Being an Elf</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Holidays</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A nice book to read</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">a nice movie to watch</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nice talkie with my friends</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yummy food</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Clothes n stuff!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And.. <strong>Yay!!</strong> Am a happy girl =D<br /><br /><br />Next I tag </span><a href="http://shipwrecklagoon.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sana</span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">, </span><a href="http://cozamcooler.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hafsah</span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> and </span><a href="http://mywaytohighway.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Coral</span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">!<br /></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You can break rules too =)</span></div></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-56856258605294253052010-05-10T11:46:00.000-07:002010-05-10T12:09:08.248-07:00Am still Alive! Yayie ^^<span style="color:#333399;">weeeee.. after 4 months! Or is it 5?? My poor bloggie! So sorry but have been so busy! Oh, I cleared my 1st year profs <span style="color:#ffcc33;">*happy dance*</span></span>
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<br /><span style="color:#333399;">Nothing has changed much except that am now <span style="color:#9999ff;"><strong>19 years old</strong></span>. I still feel 15, though. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#333399;">Umm.. have become a movie freak, which is affecting my studies n sleep very much. <strong>In love with Gerard Butler</strong>. <3><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*Sorry Zac Efron, but its all over now between us!*</span> </3<></strong>Its time to move on =P</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#333399;">Its so <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>hot hot</strong></span> these days.. Wanna move to <strong>Alaska </strong>and build a snowman and his family.. And make snow angels, Lying on Snow, Cool Cool snow on my face.. and.. umm.. and snow flakes on my tongue.. also playing with snow balls. Wishes and wishes *<span style="color:#ff0000;">sigh</span>* <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469719139507847666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdoXLNzUKkUE9WoIkmVNeEabFSFPbG5YHO_IbKOhyphenhyphenW1nsMwv1kcm-LdMGBYMoiVDe-An06tJFtvj3T-S4eQLYhkWAaw92up1WWVV_vR8RsY7qPLI60i2ByGliiz0khMygfELD6VpHSfY/s200/f+10.jpg" /></span>
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<br /><span style="color:#333399;">I live in such a <strong><span style="color:#000000;">BORING</span></strong> place!! *<span style="color:#006600;">tears</span>!!* But whatever. ='<</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#333399;">Do you know I have a viva tomorrow? Yes! Its my<strong> midterms</strong> =[</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#333399;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Holidays</span> </strong>from friday.. Yay!!! ^^</span>
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<br />Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-89455645766532987462010-01-15T07:54:00.000-08:002010-01-17T06:12:36.870-08:00Random Blah blah..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">What was it exactly when </span><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Sana</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;"> had said “Let’s go, Shakira” in front of couple of girls that they went dead still? I had made a poker face and replied in a serious tone ‘coming’. Yes I guess I would be surprised too if a girl in my uni would be called Shakira. Pretty unusual name, especially if you live in </span><st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Pakistan</span></span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">. Anyway am glad am not called Shakira or Rihanna or whatsoever. Talking of Rihanna, our oral anatomy teacher might be her brother. He looks like her (Good job, Hafsah for pointing that out, or I would have kept wondering why does he look so familiar.) </span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Wednesday. We went to our first community visit! It was a boys’ school. Cute cute boys had mouth like... Ugh! Never judge a human by his (or her) face, first examine his (or her!) mouth. Would you want to kiss a person who has ewwww teeth? Guess not. It won’t be difficult for me, though. To examine, I mean :s (not kiss, ugh!) </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427710358186824546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPIELMeUBFoE0BnezIYuuYA0Y1cmqX0tRxVwtoih4eQPNZe-1rleSIgyF-WC5BuScq3SLtmxWP40rGQhEUwV6sTNQJYpRTGwwaZAvzc2bw03iQU9azmjQ3NcJGKh5sd-5ndvrj0bH0SY/s200/the_monster_dentist____by_Natomi.png" /></span></o:p></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Hafsah’s hotty guy was 15 n didn’t start brushing his teeth until 2 months ago! Way to go.. =D</span></o:p></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">*applause*</span></o:p></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">I bought shoes which can kill *sniffs* they look so good, but i can't bear to wear them. </span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Yesterday, I found out one of the juniors in my van was also in the same college as </span><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">I.</span></span></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;"> It was pretty fun talking to her about our weird old teachers, yummy canteen and oh so God knows What girls! I do miss my college, I love my uni, its good fun, but college days were just something else. Not to sound corny but magical magical.. :s =]</span></span></span></o:p></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">After all Pill Zephron was discovered there.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Umm. Right now (like always) am fairyland-ing. Am so addicted to it that its almost scary! Oh I don't like water fights, people get nasty! =/</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">Am going to be 19 sooon.. =D </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">I love birthdays. I love surprises and gifts *hint hint* =P </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">I love eating treats =D</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc66cc;">*big Yay!*</span></p>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-62176073619543790672009-12-28T04:29:00.000-08:002009-12-28T05:47:16.757-08:00Red<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Princess lost her radiance, the doves lay dead on her feet.. The rose in her heart wilted and she screamed out in pain. Then there was silence. The wind stopped blowing, sun and moon went to hide, stars gave up hope, and they could no longer shine. The evil was set free, it flew freely around the Earth recruiting more and more hearts. It was in power, getting darker by seconds. It caused pain, it killed, it was cruel. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Princess took the dead doves in her lap, stood up unsteadily to get her revenge. She was shaking, not with fear but with anger. The evil laughed mockingly at her. It showed her the images of her parents being tortured, her friends being burned to dead, her prince was lying dead with a silver knife in his heart, a soft smile was still there on his face. Had he been thinking of her? She'll never know. Red was everywhere. Blood blood blood. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The images vanished and she was face to face with the evil.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'You can't defeat me, Princess,' the evil whispered softly 'Come join me, marry me.. Together we'll rule this world,' </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">How many times he had tried that, the Princess wondered. The evil was handsome but she could see its heart clearly. It was not. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'I am giving you a choice, consider yourself lucky,' evil threw a patronizing smile at her 'You will die if you wouldn't. And what good will it do, huh?' it raised its eyebrows 'You'll be dead, just like your kin. I'll live doing whatever I want to,' it was smiling, pleased with itself 'Why not join me?' </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Princess closed her eyes. The rose was dying now.. it didn't have enough strength. Princess sighed heavily, deciding something. Just then the doves came to life. They were soulless creatures. They shed their blooody white feathers and turned black.. The evil threw its head and laughed wildly. The creatures were its servants. They will kill the Princess.<br /><br />There was no hope now. She was defeated, she realized with despair, as the vultures attacked her. Hours went by and they flew away to their next prey. Princess was still breathing, but the rose has died. The pain was unbearable but still it wouldn't kill her. All she could see was red, the color of suffering. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*sidrah is sad n feeling stupid!*</span></span></b></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-87798224665568625232009-12-10T01:49:00.000-08:002012-01-01T09:03:21.838-08:00I have become a zombie.. and i blame medcine =[<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 85%;">In uni's cafe.. and you should see me right now.. zombie.. a total zombie. 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<span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 85%;">Anatomy viva.. It was pure torture.. Thry are trying to kill students, i think. I mean, you wait to get free, not really caring how your viva goes.. and those teachers ate biryani 3 times *no kidding* when poor students are dying of hunger and trying to retain all those stuff which passes through the foramen (who cares about those tiny pores and holes!!!!) and our lovely anterior and posteior surfaces.. also not to forget those beautiful nuclei. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 85%;">Just one viva to go.... and PURE BLISsssSs!!! ^^ Can't wait for tuesday. 10 days of freedom.. then 2nd year *mental torture restart* </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 85%;">Okay, evil vegetable sir shouting "Time over!!" in his broken english.. i think I will go and eat something! All i really want to do is hit the bed and ZzZzzzZzz!!</span><br />
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Sana and Hafsah (the only visitors of my blog), you can laugh, i did too, but tell me if this should go to recycle bin? =] *won't mind a bit*</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Weird MUSIC*</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix was on the stage with a huge smile pasted on his face. He blinked several times and laughed at the miracle. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His dream has come true. He was on the stage! On the stage!! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘It’s Showtime, Felix dear’ a beautiful lady dressed in purple smiled his way. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wow, Felix looked at her astounded, she just called him dear. He stared at her and she stared back at him.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Felix!’ a shout broke away their stare and they both glanced towards the source of the voice.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a pretty woman all shimmering pink and silver and seemed very angry. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Felix, what are you doing with her?’ she demanded.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Uh....’ Felix was confused. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Hey, I am his agent and his friend, I have every right to be here with him on his Big day,’ the purple lady took one of his arm and glared at the pink lady.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The pink lady growled and took his other arm. ‘Whatever. He was my friend first’</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Whoa! Felix couldn’t believe his luck. Two beautiful ladies were fighting over him. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BuzzzzzzZzzzz. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">buzzzzzzzz</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Buzzzzz…</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Huh? What’s this sound; Felix looked about him and was shocked to see the two ladies were emitting such a horrible sound. Just like mosquitoes. Suddenly a sharp pain pierced through his neck. The purple lady just bit him. Oh boy, she got such beautiful fangs…</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix shooed away the mosquitoes around him and turned to sleep on his shoulder.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just five minutes more.. five minutes.. five minutes… </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he told himself as he scratched his neck. He was having a nice little dream. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The sun had arisen a long time ago. Men kissed their wives and were working hard to earn bread. Mothers dropped their children at schools and were off to their daily chores. Children were busy scribbling down whatever their teachers were writing on the blackboard. A boy winked at a girl he fancied and she blushed a color of cherry. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But Felix was dreaming. Mosquitoes had turned into butterflies and he was singing a song in his pure crystal voice, all around him people were cheering for him, going crazy. He only had to smile at a girl and she would faint with happiness. Women were dying for his autographs and guys admired him. He was The Man in there! </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tringgggg… TrIiinnnng… TriiiinnnnnGgG…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix groaned. Yawning he looked at the watch. It read 9:30 AM. His interview was at 10:30. Loads of time to get ready, he said to himself. He forced himself out of the bed and took a long shower. He tried to sing the song he sang in the dream and sounded terrible but he didn’t know. He smiled, satisfied. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">9:50 AM</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix went through his cupboard. He was very tight fisted with money, he never buy clothes until he had just one set of clothes remaining, when it would get threadbare. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The green sweatshirt won’t look good… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His black t-shirt made him look very attractive but was kind of rough. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The red and white checkered shirt was the only shirt left, now. It would go with his black trousers. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He wished he had the suit he was wearing in his dream. He looked wistful for a moment. When the moment was gone, he was whistling happily. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">10:00 AM</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix thought he looked good as he checked his image in the mirror. The mirror had several cracks; if you close closely the cracks gave the mirror a shape of a sparrow. Felix knew that, and he was proud to own such a mirror. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was cute in a way pandas are cute. His slanted eyes were a color of a murky swamp, his jet black hairs were unruly and wavy, they never settle down giving him almost an untidy look and his dark lips, almost purple, were thin.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix gazed at the mirror while he ran the brush through his hair, praying all the time… “</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No, please God! Don’t force me to put hair gel on my cursed hair. No, I can’t take it. I had rather die. Hair Gel… Argh... I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” </span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As if God listened to him, his hair started to look peaceful on his head. A huge smile crinkled his eyes and the pearly teeth shone. He did a little dance and winked at the mirror... Alas, his hairs were unsettled once more. Sheer rage took over him and he threw the brush forcefully on the mirror, screaming at the top of his lungs. The mirror, frightened, shattered on the floor in million of tiny pieces….</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For a minute Felix wasn’t sure what had happened. His sparrow, the mirror sparrow... he killed it or it had just flew away? He was confused. He was full of regret, why did he have to lose his temper over such a small thing? He sobbed as he close his finger around the piece of mirror, and then he started to bleed. However, when he saw his tearful eye winking at him through the broken piece mirror, he cheered up. He was beautiful. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">10:10 AM</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was the dream come true. The purple lady was sitting beside him. Felix felt like he was in seventh heaven. His interview would start in five minutes but he had long forgotten about it, his eyes, his ears, his heart, his mind were just for this Dream Lady. He gazed at her with adoration, not noticing how she was feeling about it. Uneasy, uncomfortable and angry. How rude he was!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Purple “dream” Lady cringed as he sighed deeply. Felix misunderstood that she was just being shy. In his mind, Felix was already married with her and even had a few babies. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Mr. Felix Man??’ a cold voice broke into his mind. He opened his eyes and blinked. An old woman was looking at him reprovingly. What an ugly woman, Felix smirked.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Mr. Man, Ms. Buzzy would like to see you now,’ she told him sternly.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Oh, okay,’ he made no attempt to get up. How can he leave his Purple Lady. He hated being torn between the choices of life. Money or woman?<br /><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Mr. MAN!!!,’ the old woman yelled and stamped her foot loudly. She scared Felix; he got up and threw a glance over his purple lady. She sighed with relief. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He was going at last. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix’s heart made a funny thumping noise and butterflies seemed to be awake in his stomach. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh Man! She was going to miss him badly. But my dear lady, I’ll be back to get you.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> He entered the Room.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Interview</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The Room had a mirror… a Sparrow Mirror just like he had. Felix wanted it. Wanted it badly.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ms. Buzzy had a stern ‘no nuisance’ face and she was munching on a carrot. She smiled which showed her crooked teeth when Felix entered the Room. He was the most handsome person she had ever seen. It was Love at first sight… </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Mr. Man,’ she wanted to dance with happiness. Such a beautiful name. Man.. </span></span><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Man.</span></span></st1:place></st1:state><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> So manly. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix didn’t like her. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why is she whispering at him, why those wistful gazes and sighs? Very suspicious. Argh... He hated her. After hair gel, she was second on the list. No, he didn’t want this job. But the mirror, how could he leave it? There has to be a way. </span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Good morning, Ms. Buzzy,’ he shook her hand and settled down on the chair. Her name made him think of mosquitoes that always ruined his lovely dreams. He hated her even more. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Can I get you something?’ she almost added ‘dear’ but caught her tongue in time.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Yes?’ said Felix ‘This mirror’ he pointed at the wall.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘You wanted that broken Mirror?’ she raised an eyebrow.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Yes’ God! He disliked her more. He never wanted to see her again.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Sure,’ she smiled sweetly; she would do anything for him. For this Man, anything! ‘Go on. Take it, its all yours,’ </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix didn’t know how to react. What a generous woman! Giving away the sparrow mirror to an unknown person. Her generous act melted his heart and he couldn’t fathom why he hated her. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">…………………………………………………………………………………………</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ms. Buzzy fired the old woman and appointed Felix as her new secretary. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix didn’t see the purple lady again for six months. When he did he was greeted by a huge slap on his face and was called a creep. He was broken hearted. Just for a week.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The End... </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The New Start</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On Christmas Eve Felix and Ms. Buzzy were having a quiet dinner in a restaurant. Felix was happy and he liked Ms. Buzzy very much now. They were best of friends. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ms. Buzzy was going to propose him after dinner, if he said no, she’ll survive. At least she hoped so.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> ………………………………………………………………………………………………</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Felix said yes. He loved the little sparrow ring! </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On their wedding Felix wore a murky green tuxedo. Ms. Buzzy wore a pink and silver shimmering dress. She looked pretty enough (only if she kept her mouth shut, her teeth weren’t a pretty sight). She felt she was the luckiest person; at last she was </span></span><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mrs.</span></span></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><st1:state st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Man.</span></span></st1:state></st1:place><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> It was a dream come true.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> ................................................................................................................................................</span></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">LoL :P </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></span></span></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-38453377011470621592009-11-27T12:14:00.001-08:002009-12-05T12:19:42.118-08:00Jacob.. On sale<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdE2G5hlwfRIhZQjhQj2eodx1Xz8Fvug5_NKtDcX9GQ7iBgXRzoyPBJ5C7PvSyRh5gTfIQJ0NbwHtA1RARL2-gerG6I5_l-ZMjr3I4ARwip25-b-A4T6QtZl83LMYTM7pSvEQxH2oKgs/s1600/edward-fan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdE2G5hlwfRIhZQjhQj2eodx1Xz8Fvug5_NKtDcX9GQ7iBgXRzoyPBJ5C7PvSyRh5gTfIQJ0NbwHtA1RARL2-gerG6I5_l-ZMjr3I4ARwip25-b-A4T6QtZl83LMYTM7pSvEQxH2oKgs/s400/edward-fan.jpg" /></a><br /></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-565464753863165962009-11-27T12:06:00.000-08:002009-11-27T12:10:56.350-08:00Lala Land<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: #45818e;">Before Profs..</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">So it’s like 12:30 AM and am here reading about Fetus in Fetu instead of studying (Profs from next week *</span><span style="color: #990000;">dead</span><span style="color: magenta;">*)</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">Very fascinated by it, this fetus in fetu thingy, although is very creepy! </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Dr. Paul Grabb peered into the microscope at Sam Esquibel's 3-day-old brain, set on removing a tumor that threatened the infant's life.<br />
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What the pediatric neurosurgeon saw made him spring back in shock. <br />
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A foot!”</span> </span> <span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;">Creepy, right?</span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;">And some sever year old kid gave birth to its twin who had been growing inside him since his own birth! Gee, what if we are walking around with our twins inside us? *nooO, noo. Don’t even want to think!*</span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;">Anyway.</span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;">When studying I doodle and hum songs (usually making up own silly tunes), let my mind wander into my ‘Very Happy Sunny ‘So me’ imaginary Land’. Life’s easier there. I don’t study, still am considered the smartest person of the Land, I have written and published many novels, I float on water, sleep on fluffy white clouds and dance with the plants. Sometimes I even have met my charming man! Am always happy there, never ever a bad burny feeling! So this land is quite distracting, I forget that am supposed to study until mum yells at my brothers (or me), jerking me awake. </span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;">The </span><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on"><span style="color: magenta;">Lily</span></st1:placename><span style="color: magenta;"> </span><st1:placename w:st="on"><span style="color: magenta;">Theatre</span></st1:placename></st1:place><span style="color: magenta;"> is a great book, am halfway through it. The story is about a Chinese girl living in a re-education camp during cultural revolution and her friendship with a girl of third caste.</span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>……………….After profs……</b></span><span style="color: magenta;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="color: magenta;">At last am free, feels so weirdly nice. Having to do nothing (although my vivas are still left... but ^^)</span><span style="color: magenta;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">Anatomy went good, Physiology was weird *shivers*, Dental material went more than good, biochemistry just okay. Overall was all well. And everything’s well that ends well (huh?). </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">On my way, did book shopping (yayie), didn’t find some great colorful book (like Marian Keyes’) because mum was like hurry hurry! So there I was busy hurrying =/ instead of going through lovely books. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>One day later</b></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">First viva next Friday *running here and there* am sick of all this!!! </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #45818e;"><b>Two days later.. (Right now)</b></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">Yay! Eid tomorrow ^^ went shopping today, bought yummy clothes *happy*</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">Am chatting with </span><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on"><span style="color: magenta;">Sana</span></st1:city></st1:place><span style="color: magenta;">, (she’s watching <b>Juno</b>), listening to <b>Love Like Winter</b> (am in live with the song..), playing Fairyland and Monkey trouble on Facebook. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: magenta;">And it's winters.. ^^</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>Life’s good =]</b></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><b>Happy Eid! *mooooo-baaaarak* =D</b></span><br />
</div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-90665863619016382682009-09-25T09:45:00.000-07:002009-09-25T12:05:14.614-07:00Mirror Mirror On the Wall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNcCRemhFVsOUVnZ57S9VCGCLpdgLFnlSTBqpN3wxzDgW-sjcnPuO05mKxlUbn7EBfNJotImCkrVaOyKNp8oK0LWpS84CLdbwcfqVK3v13o6X-ZI1PrfwR2wrv7ngqtVI4XcVGgVrv3w/s1600-h/girl_reflective.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aUfnynAQdLK0zxRvb8fA0QIJNAdCNLTbYaROp4ybB6dLR9L3mFHtz4b0iq5agrueKPtxEznM6BvrlQ04bVxHYHuGF4l3vTTjxo-E6Gj-0j8tWSaBk1g7fsERJiHR4iERDDN6iL0ZCO4/s400/notamuggle.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385479202074631490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px; " /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Done with Harry Potter series for the fourth time now. Feeling quite empty. Happens every time! Have to wait for one whole year (at least six months) to read them again. I wonder how many times will I read them. Even when I have grandchildren? Probably. These books are magical! I was 11 when I read Philosopher's Stone, and was hooked! Was very fascinating, wished I would get a letter from Hogwarts. However, no scars or Voldemort for me please! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3naXo2kcPwwWcy0rX5K8S6fFu-iMpbsRUqufTLcUcDYnJu_fOHMkApGb5mGwoy_jXBj-5WXdiwe2R2YDEAJZsxSC-6luE_9CsjU_qP1zUuC25pJlH1VW2ADPl_sH1jKlmBgqB4yK3hSM/s400/Owl+HP.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385479196524005074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's kind of same with Enid Blyton's Malory towers, St. Clare, Naughtiest girl and Faraway tree... No matter how many I read them , don't get enough of it (haven't read them for about 2 years, though). You do miss the things you grew up with!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wish HP series hadn't ended, JK Rowling could have continued it like any Star Plus soap operas, couldn't she? (but those dramas are sooo..!! Dunno how people watch Star Plus, i can't =/). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyway.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Was wandering when I stumbled upon some site on superstitions (hey, I don't believe number 13 is unlucky, or black cats)... There were few on mirrors (I mean On MIRRORS?!) which are sort of interesting... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*If a couple's first sight of each other is their reflections in a mirror they will have a happy marriage </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Vampires and witches show no reflection in mirrors because they have no souls. </span></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(BUT Edward Cullen could see it, right?! And HE is The Vampire =]. Oh and so could Sabrina the Witch)</span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">* Some cultures believe that a baby who looks into a mirror during the first year of its life will die.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">* If a mirror falls from a wall it means someone is going to die.</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">* Ancient Chinese believed that mirrors frighten away evil spirits who get scared when they see themselves; and if the mirror was broken the protection was lost.</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">* It's considered bad luck to see your face in a mirror when sitting by candlelight. In your youth did you look at your faces in a mirror with a torch shining below your chin? That was a scary sight!</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Want to see what your future husband looks like? Sit down in front of a mirror and eat an apple befor</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e brushing your hair at midnight. An image of a man will appear behind your shoulder!</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was actually thinking of doing it!!! I mean 'me'! When i realized it was day time.. And there were no apples in the home. Felt quite foolish then.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNcCRemhFVsOUVnZ57S9VCGCLpdgLFnlSTBqpN3wxzDgW-sjcnPuO05mKxlUbn7EBfNJotImCkrVaOyKNp8oK0LWpS84CLdbwcfqVK3v13o6X-ZI1PrfwR2wrv7ngqtVI4XcVGgVrv3w/s1600-h/girl_reflective.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNcCRemhFVsOUVnZ57S9VCGCLpdgLFnlSTBqpN3wxzDgW-sjcnPuO05mKxlUbn7EBfNJotImCkrVaOyKNp8oK0LWpS84CLdbwcfqVK3v13o6X-ZI1PrfwR2wrv7ngqtVI4XcVGgVrv3w/s400/girl_reflective.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385482050566262114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 72px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay okay, should go offline now. Exams on head *sniffs* but am not going to study like </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">NOW! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Will read</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"This Charming Man"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">by Marian Keyes.. its fun! ^^</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cya!</span></span></div></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-6027669238998682392009-09-23T03:55:00.001-07:002009-09-25T09:20:47.512-07:00Misty Blue - Another Monday Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7NLX63GnCOGfj6pw5hKlhSLKkiU-fTexGdsjHkfsmHWuF_AXXqm5scDqaKLqmdt586106n5ApqPw1JT-fNZgLRfB0bALIt1wYxeKf9oKf1g90zCzD2BmYEDTTAMZXNwUZKMb6yb0Pz4/s1600-h/gif_bday2005_bag.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7NLX63GnCOGfj6pw5hKlhSLKkiU-fTexGdsjHkfsmHWuF_AXXqm5scDqaKLqmdt586106n5ApqPw1JT-fNZgLRfB0bALIt1wYxeKf9oKf1g90zCzD2BmYEDTTAMZXNwUZKMb6yb0Pz4/s400/gif_bday2005_bag.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384630492364562882" /></a><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Misty on one Monday morning wrote this note to God</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Dear God, it seems you’ve forgotten me. But that cannot be as you’re the God. Aren’t you simply ignoring me? Am I not right? Please, you can ignore me for the rest of my life however, not now. I need your utmost attention, you see. Tell me, where do I find a 14 years old boy with a wife and baby AND a respectable job? Nowhere? I think so, too. Try telling that to Helmet! He thinks every impossible thing is possible. Doesn’t he always say his motto of life is ‘Nothing is impossible’? Like duh!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, anyway, I was just wondering, could you wave that magic wand of yours and provide Springborn with few such boys? Oh yes, they can be younger than 14. I’ll ever be grateful. Of course, I’ll be a good girl, too! That’s a promise. Thanks in advance! See you.’</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Misty Blue.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After re-reading the note she erased ‘see you’ and wrote ‘bye’ instead because you never know. She folded the note neatly and tucked it in a lavender colored envelope which surprisingly smelled of lavenders, too. No need of stamps or addresses, it’s for God after all. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The pigeon whom Misty befriended 10 months ago stood on the window sill, silently. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Good morning, my dear John!’ She rubbed his tiny head and put the letter towards it beak. John nipped Misty’s hand affectionately, and blinked his beady eyes several times. It was John’s way of saying Good morning. He took the note in his beak, flap open his wings and flew away. Misty waved, smiling widely. She watched him soaring above the clouds till he become a tiny dot. To her, John is more than a postman (and a pigeon, of course.). Misty thinks of him as a friend. Her heart fills with affection whenever she sees him on her window, serving her dutifully. She believes God once listened to her and provided her a faithful friend (and a postman. A bonus). Her lovely John is mute. The secrets she whispers to him everyday were safe.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia;"><img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e275/anna_marek/Cute/RedHead/1706f.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px; " /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e275/anna_marek/Cute/RedHead/1706f.gif"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Being 20 wasn’t easy for Misty. Especially when you are trying to study the subject you hate the most (in Misty’s case, it is history), have about thousands of weirdest jobs [like writing for Helmet’s magazine, an article a week, crazy impossible stuff, providing lyrics to a band called Banana Life (I mean Banana Life? What the...), being the babysitter to most the horrible child of most horrible people on Earth], having an eccentric 70 years old grandmother who recently divorced her eleventh husband and is supposed to be heartbroken and at last but not the least having a boyfriend who usually tends to forget you. Since if you ask him ‘Do you love Misty Blue?’ He’ll go blank, scratch his head, raise his eyebrows and ask, ‘Misty Who?!”</span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You get the point.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mondays are sunny and beautiful. For Misty they were cloudy and bleak because on Mondays she had to see Helmet’s poker face. Hell, she was already late.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Getting ready for work is another boring task for Misty. She isn’t one of those girls who fuss greatly about their appearance. Although, she can’t help wishing she was. She is sure Helmet would respect her more then. Doesn’t he simply adore that blonde dumb-head who wears only pink? Misty is smarter than her and less pretty. She is also sure if she dressed more appealingly her boyfriend wouldn’t forget her. If then you ask him ‘Do you love Misty Blue?’ he’ll smile and say ‘Oh yes... I do! I do!’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But Misty is Misty. She can never be like that blonde dumb-head (How can she?! She’s a red head)</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wrapped in a towel, she scrutinized her wardrobe. Her granny was right; she doesn’t own a single Prada. How on earth could she? Misty is poor! </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her eyes fell on a baby pink top she bought few months ago, and liked it so much she was afraid she would spoil it if she wore it. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Won’t it look lovely with your white lace skirt?’ said a tiny voice in her head.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Yes, it will…,’ says Misty, slowly eyeing her skirt now, a smile spreading on her face. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘You wear it then! Add a bit of color to this gloomy Monday, will you?’ the voice in her head was excited now…..</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Yes. Why not?’ Misty grabbed the top and skirt from her closet before the voice could change its mind. Humming softy she went to get ready, her spirits raised.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After 10 minutes…</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Shit’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was all Misty could say when she looked at the mirror. Curls are sexy, but definitely not for her. Half of her tiny heart shaped face was hidden beneath the frizzy wild curls. Red is hot and in, although her so red hair were clashing horribly with her beloved top.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Why can’t I have straight shiny brown hair!’ she moaned to herself as she tried to settle down her curls.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well. No point in changing the dress now, Misty told herself, she was already running late. Her boyfriend once told her ‘You look really, you know, sorta, you know, kinda, nice in black’. Should she turn into a Goth then? Misty fumed silently. Still she’ll have to die her hair jet black.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She walks slowly out of her tiny flat, kicking the tin that lied across the porch. As soon as she had turned the lock, the old-ish lady on the top threw open her window, craning her neck she squinted down at Misty. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Good morning, Lady Meddler!’ Misty yelled cheerfully.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Hello, my dear. You look lovely today. Pink really suits you,’ Lady Meddler smiled broadly, her gold teeth glinting too brightly. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Umm. Thanks!’ Misty tried to smile’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It wasn’t a real comfort hearing she looked lovely from her because Lady Meddler had no sense of fashion or whatsoever. She was one good spy, though. Desperate men and women came to her when they suspected their partners. Lady Meddler never failed, she always caught someone with ‘other’ someone. Misty found it quite fishy. How come </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">every </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">suspect has really been cheating? Misty liked to believe Lady Meddler was a witch.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lady Meddler continued to smile at Misty, as if expecting something.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Okay. So, see you!’ Misty waved both of her hands enthusiastically, ‘Have a nice day’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Oh,’ Lady Meddler looked taken aback for a second, ‘Yes dear. Have a lovely day’ and with that she shut her window with a loud bang.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Imagine someone paying Lady Meddler to spy on her? Misty thought as she jogged along the footpath. She couldn’t help sniggering. Her boyfriend wouldn’t care less if she cheated on him. Funnily enough, she never had a chance to cheat on him! </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The snow was melting, and the sun was shining brightly. It was a pretty day. Misty had to smile when she saw a white puppy trying to lick the ice cream cone its owner was carrying. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Why don’t you buy yourself ice cream cone?’ the voice suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Why not!’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She bought a vanilla cone topped with chocolate syrup. She was happy to see that the puppy now had its own cone too. It was having quite a time trying to eat it. She began to hum her favorite song, making her way to the work. All of a sudden the world seemed a better place to live. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/lenamit/bird.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 45px; height: 49px; " /></span></a> </span></span></p></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-84727321052314725042009-09-16T10:09:00.000-07:002009-09-16T11:15:08.672-07:00Shoes... Colorful n Perfect?<img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h187/StabArtToDeath1/SHOES.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 44px; " /><br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h187/StabArtToDeath1/SHOES.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Again. </span></b><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Eid is just around the corner. Like last year am shoe-less. Mum keeps saying we’ll go, we’ll go. But when?! I whine. Soon, she says. Hope so. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shoes, for me, are a real problem. I can’t choose. They all look same to me in the store, and I always end up buying boring colors (brown/black/silver/white) *sniffs*. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">No nice blue</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">no cute pink</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"> no hot red</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">no royal purple</span>. Only<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> plain plain plain</span>…. God knows why! Let’s pray I will get colorful shoes for Eid. ^^ </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At last am watching <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b>Confessions of a Shopaholic</b></span>. Hugh Dancy looks cute *crushing* although he looked weird in Ella Enchanted *confused*. Oh thank you Hafsah! for the movies! ^^</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Few days back I was listening to a song which reminded me of Harry Potter series. At 2 AM, I was lost in my cupboard trying to reach Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone; it was under all the heavy books. Got it, happily went back to my bed, read a page or two and then <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">zZzzZz</span>. Later when I was supposed to study anatomy, I was having Harry potter attacks (still having them!) Now I so want to see the sixth part. I keep discussing HP with my brothers (as they are the only one who would listen to my stupid chatter). Sirius rocks but he’s going to die, soon =(</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sana</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, I don’t know why you don’t like Harry Potter series. It’s so awesome *<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">dazzled</span>* </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Way better than twilight! *no offense, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Edward</span>!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> *<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12HJInqS610hk6wPMPGJ1cAuRqorvSLy3BzxG_HCyebOOzB841CJy28hOtRIudHkG4GyizEHgdnzItqmhVzP0fbuAJsIfHo0vReARSyHHGDn2V62pAoX2T1o7UW2N0ciU27okKuMikJg/s1600-h/potter.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi12HJInqS610hk6wPMPGJ1cAuRqorvSLy3BzxG_HCyebOOzB841CJy28hOtRIudHkG4GyizEHgdnzItqmhVzP0fbuAJsIfHo0vReARSyHHGDn2V62pAoX2T1o7UW2N0ciU27okKuMikJg/s400/potter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382126502908494482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px; " /></a></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here am trying to win a lost battle because </span></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sana</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> will never like these books =D</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyways.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Written a few stories, incomplete. I get bored of them and start a new one. Should I post the incomplete ones? =s</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh about my Eid dresses… I bought Weird colors. A <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;"><b>muddy brow</b><b>n</b></span> with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><b>turquoise</b></span>, a polka dot shirt and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999900;">Mehndi</span> colored suit. They look nice, though! How about a pair of turquoise colored shoes this year? </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX06IEWdn41NFX_3EM3casevohohwqqu5IN-BPxujUf4wuwP8SQL1LpuQncvOqwvmlxDZIRWS-DNManLWvuREmM-Z2LzqFcjpdhSKTaAilHYFXf_oA7GIiXPER0DvJ9Mjx692zpOhmNAk/s1600-h/shoes.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX06IEWdn41NFX_3EM3casevohohwqqu5IN-BPxujUf4wuwP8SQL1LpuQncvOqwvmlxDZIRWS-DNManLWvuREmM-Z2LzqFcjpdhSKTaAilHYFXf_oA7GIiXPER0DvJ9Mjx692zpOhmNAk/s400/shoes.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382126498148393666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 20px; height: 20px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "> </span></span></span></p></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-48051591154506094912009-09-09T10:32:00.000-07:002009-09-09T11:31:57.380-07:00Magical Creatures Go Out! =)<div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Yay ^-^</strong></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>*Happy Happy Dance*</strong></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo40/XxEmo-GingerxX/Decorated%20images/emotes_brother_dancing_.gif" /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Magical Creatures' timetable</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BFG comes to Elf's before 5:45</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BFG and Elf leave for Vamp 545</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Magical creatures at Vamp at 6!</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BFG prays =D Elf and Vamp, too?</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Magical creatures begin their journey at 6:15</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's fun, sun, car, directions and signals =D</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At nandos 6:45</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">:D Yayayaya</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We order! We eat! We talk, juicy gossips :P Lalala! Yum yum!</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And Pictures! ^-^</span></span></div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And then.. :D</span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">So at last Vamp, BFG and i went out yesterday at nandos for iftari. We had been planning for ages (like two years) and had gone out just once (now twice!). It was really fun even when BFG got a bit emotional over a piece of chicken. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">Then there we were crushing on liberty bookshop (Vamp and I. BFG urging us to get out of the shop). We wish we own it. Ice cream cones and Swiss rolls are yum yum. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">Car rides and pictures don't gel but you get to have awesome fun and scary vampire-ish pictures! </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And I Love Vamp's</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong> <span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">c</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">o</span>l<span style="color:#ff6600;">o</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">r</span><span style="color:#009900;">f</span></span><span style="color:#993300;">u</span><span style="color:#993399;">l <span style="color:#ffcccc;">r</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">o</span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">m</span><span style="color:#339999;">!</span></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Anyways.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Book shopping on saturday! ^-^</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></span><div><span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Oh i love those peribites.. *drools* and potato wedges rock!</span></span></em></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>And so does </b></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ZAC EFRON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <b>!!</b></span></span></div><br /> <a href="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt172/beltran_2011/Zac%20Efron/14166102.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt172/beltran_2011/Zac%20Efron/14166102.jpg" style="width: 100px; height: 100px; cursor: pointer; " /></a> <img src="http://i609.photobucket.com/albums/tt172/beltran_2011/Zac%20Efron/032.png" border="0" alt="" style="width: 100px; height: 100px; cursor: pointer; " /> <a href="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq159/Sjann96/Huh.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="http://i443.photobucket.com/albums/qq159/Sjann96/Huh.jpg" style="width: 100px; height: 100px; cursor: pointer; " /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div></div></div></div></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-39541420493443129172009-09-09T10:26:00.001-07:002009-09-09T11:04:09.079-07:00Dentures Don't Rock<span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"><b>What was I thinking when i said 'I want to be a dentist'?</b></span><b><br /></b><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"><b>I hate being covered in gypsum and acrylic. Dentures are yucky. Especially partial dentures.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"><b>You don't rock *sigh* =(</b><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379521039520225938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTOSa4-0ygWrGg6j2BiW_EW_l5wP2KCRUc4HhbCqYDvgR4kDZE89hnIQLKvKPX7278h7I5SF1nYq9fr4wnXIgaql-TVJjRVvl_1-TWgXbbXOpecs46XerBcbxZzguXsz7C0PgvZXw-zI/s400/Partial+denture.jpg" /></span></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-36656381850504942002009-08-29T03:30:00.000-07:002009-08-29T03:58:58.025-07:00Vapours<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She walks on a never ending path, unknown of her destination. It’s like a narrow tunnel where darkness prevails yet there is something which lightens her way. There are tiny doors leading to different worlds, they are colorful... Red, yellow, purple, orange, blue... You name it, however they are all locked. And she never tries to open them, she doesn’t want to. She waits for times when a particular feeling engulfs her, a nice warm feeling of someone she has gotten and lost. It whispers in her ears, strokes her hairs and kisses her cheeks. When it is chilly it surrounds her like a lover’s arms, she takes in the warmth hungrily. When it’s hot it becomes her cool breeze. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She wants to hold it. She needs it so badly. She reaches out for it only to find nothing… Oh it never wipes away her tears</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Then it goes away leaving her alone. Her body and her mind scream for it, begging it to come back. It never listens to her. She stops walking, drops down on the ground, eyes soulless, face drawn. Her light goes out. Silently she prays. Wishes there will be a monster lurking in the darkness which could eat her up. Let there be a school of bats which could suck on her blood. Or all the walls will come tumbling down crushing her bones. She wishes to die. She doesn’t. Frustrated she cries and cries, not knowing what to do, where to go, where to find peace. Her wings of freedom are ripped off; she is trapped forever for she has lost her heart… the command. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The false words she believed are the cause. A tingling touch, a smile, a whisper... You are mine</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yes. She is someone else’s, not hers. She lost herself a long ago. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So there are bridges of sighs and oceans of tears she has created...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It has come back. It laughs playfully and teases her. She smiles a little and dries her eyes. It circles around her making her feel loved and alive. The twinkle is back in her eyes and she stands up. Strong… It flies away from her. She runs after it. Stumbling, falling laughing, crying, screaming. Intoxicated. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She believes she will have it one day. This makes her move on. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It laughs at her foolishness, for it’ll never be hers. It is like a vapour, it scatters. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3mOosIyzf3x2Uz-5EFg0T7aISE_ETxh9taCh3_jUDCL1JkahSNY8lxdscS-jkS60AJbR4rV7c1WiZI-J8IzivkQfFB7bHkO4OWNyUIx0VovgAt-P5JQU06GGIrY2lh0EapweB7S5PZM/s1600-h/sad-emo-girl.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3mOosIyzf3x2Uz-5EFg0T7aISE_ETxh9taCh3_jUDCL1JkahSNY8lxdscS-jkS60AJbR4rV7c1WiZI-J8IzivkQfFB7bHkO4OWNyUIx0VovgAt-P5JQU06GGIrY2lh0EapweB7S5PZM/s320/sad-emo-girl.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375331474879616114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " /></a>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-4588932989057113502009-08-21T10:38:00.000-07:002009-08-21T10:56:26.698-07:00<3<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoF6jCs7A33PcKOLTZtocIil8u5BCoojNvBOesJgWhJ3fZ9hGnRGlEm2nF3kpYlua8WyknuSj9qr5T1U-Tjw0_y9TJ0M_Q0RODN2S_OFSMxoSnHozDS7__fMyMO8qO38-60P0n7Smm-8I/s1600-h/pink+hug.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoF6jCs7A33PcKOLTZtocIil8u5BCoojNvBOesJgWhJ3fZ9hGnRGlEm2nF3kpYlua8WyknuSj9qr5T1U-Tjw0_y9TJ0M_Q0RODN2S_OFSMxoSnHozDS7__fMyMO8qO38-60P0n7Smm-8I/s320/pink+hug.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474870839161682" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6y6dXG3dd16j69mhuFaBrUupDsfKBDLPgPtvFmN1j3if7olP6QVPeGQrjvLuP-PPqjddjNYWvXKjV23blX5Rx8xoLPkohYDcCYs_SteUo-IVNE61Srya4pJ5K4Of0Tl4lc9XWXg7Fgo/s320/emo_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474080230271458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">laugh</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">love</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">hope</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">try</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">hurt</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">need</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, I </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">fear</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">, I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">cry</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">.<br /></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And I know you do the same things too,</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br />So we're really not </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">that </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">different, </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">me and you</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0y7FOPqqfemH78wA3ZRwKxXTItXCdU04z0n6j3q5g-5MOaslYjIgWlghmxHriWXeZjqUOgxUt1H5Xl4klexXhS2cxmDADx1Lbui0pXsYLj6kVtuG5ovEJpgxXjGe7kdqctuI-Qi4mXA/s400/Hug+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476057845834194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px; " /></span></b></span></div></span></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-45655325933746928352009-08-21T10:15:00.000-07:002009-08-21T10:20:59.207-07:00Cause Am Cooler than the Black Cat<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I don't hate cat, i think they are soft, cute and cuddly. Am a cat-less person, and i want one very badly. I squeal when i see little balls of furs, the cats. I want to hold them and play with them. Aren't they just like babies?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x287/vickyngkiki/Animals%20icons/cat.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 60px;" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x287/vickyngkiki/Animals%20icons/cat.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">But am not going to be an old woman with 27 cats. No way. Because they can be annoying as hell.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">This hungry weird black cat and I hate each other. We first met during my mid terms, It was 3 AM and I was about to fall asleep on the physio book, flat, when I heard a swishing voice, I looked about myself and saw the black cat. With the speed of light, from the floor I was on the bed, under the covers shivering like a mouse.. Screaming "mummy, mummy'. You see i was shocked. Where on earth did this cat come from? I was sure it was a witch in disguise. No one came to my help, and I drifted off to sleep in just a few minutes. Physio was long forgotten. In the morning the large loaf of bread was lying injured on the floor.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Since then I often 'feel' and see the cat wandering around my house in the darkest hours of night. I know it's not a witch, still it's quite creepy catching a cat on your dining table nibbling on a banana at 4 in the morning eying me like I am trespassing on her property. Occasionally it brings some stuff (very gross stuff, I should say) as a gift and I just wish it would stop visiting my home like some queen of a faraway land.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i435.photobucket.com/albums/qq78/rockrockthehula/ellastasia.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i435.photobucket.com/albums/qq78/rockrockthehula/ellastasia.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Okay so this was quite stupid.. But i had nothing else in mind. </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /><br />I wonder why it never miaows...</span>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-67654117587136351522009-08-14T11:01:00.000-07:002009-08-14T12:14:08.832-07:00Elf Who Disappears<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vamp Gir</span>l</span> has been wondering about the<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Elf</span>. Why does she often disappear? Too bad she's not the Real magical creature. The Elf is no Eragon out to kill the evil king. She's not working in any factory making shoes for human. Nor her songs make the plant dance and grow. She just happen to be an 18 years old girlie with a heartless computer<br /><br />*elf is disappointed*<br /><br />Btw there's to used be my special plant in college. Am sure it'd have danced if i sang to it. I never did. Oh well.<br /><br />Okay,so this month my PC was hospitalized about 5 times. The stupid doctor format all the drives and I lost all the stuff I've been saving for about four years! The anime wallpaper I loved has now been replaced by XP's boring one. My stories (so what if they were incomplete!) are gone. And I know i cannot write them again *sniffles*<br /><br />Anyway.<br /><br />*elf wants to be cheerful*<br /><br />Talking of stories I wrote one today. Kind of sad (and weird). I might post it, soon. Then there's this funky Miss Misty Blue, her story am sure I will never be able to complete!<br /><br />Got two months till papers *screams. Want to run away* and am not studying. I hate DM, physio is scary, anatomy bores me and biochemistry.. Don't talk about it.<br /><br />The Elf wants to meet Vamp Girl and BFG soon before she drowns in the sea of books!<br /><br />This is just a short boring post, I know I will vanish now for quite a time *hope not* but i will be back too!<br /><br />Whoa.. BFG calling ^^<br />Cya!!</span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-24237951561000914352009-07-30T10:36:00.000-07:002009-07-30T11:11:23.482-07:00The Pool Of Love<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Grey </span>was born to spread hatred. He hated everything single thing in this universe. He hated to see the sun rising, making the world bright and sunny, and leaving him exposed. He hated to see rain pouring from the sky, making cheerful drip drop sounds, shunning away his own sounds of cries. He hated the sea when waves would come splashing on the shore, striking the rocks and going back taking away the sand and erasing his name he had so painfully written. He hated the stars when they twinkle and sparkle in the darkness of night. He hated the moon’s round shiny face, always so cheerful unlike him who was always angry and violent. He hated himself...Hating it when he’d make someone cry, hating it when he snatched away the love from someone, hating it when he’d to face his father, the king of hatred. He hated his purpose of life. He hated his life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But that was his past. Now Grey isn’t like that. He doesn’t hate anything now, except hatred itself. Grey is now happy. He is loved by all and he loves others around him. Now he loves the Sun and Sea. Often you’ll find him talking to them. He rides on moonbeams at night and enjoys dancing in the rain. He swims with the fishes and when the stars twinkle, he flies towards them and twinkles brightly. Surrounded by thousands of stars, he becomes the brightest star.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">His life changed paths when he was given a mission to remove all the love from the universe.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">His father had said in loud and pure evil voice of his, ‘Go, my son, and kill all the love that is resting in the hearts of the beings …enhance the wars which are now taking place in this world. This is the perfect chance. They’re weak at this moment and we’re powerful. Make them hate each other …Go, my son, go …And make us proud.’</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Grey’s mother, resting her head on his father’s shoulder had smiled lazily, nodding her head, making it clear not to disappoint them. Grey bowed and went to start his mission full of spirits. Now, Grey was smart but this time he couldn’t come up with a clever scheme. He stole some sun rays and rode on them to find the pool of love. He could see it, beating in the sky, all colorful and happy. That was the problem; he couldn’t bear the pain when he flied towards the pool of love. All the love made him weak. He decided that he couldn’t go home defeated. He sat on a star unaware that it was broken, and began to think. With a sudden jolt the star turned upside down making him fall …...he glanced downwards and saw a brownish and bluish planet, which was also green at some places. It was Earth, he remembered, his father had took him to Earth once when he was young. He’d told him most of the love was found here. It was Earth who had made them weaker. An evil smile flickered across his face. He let himself fall, thinking at the same time. He landed with a bump on the grass. He looked around and saw beautiful flowers blooming, dancing slightly due to the cool breeze. The sky was the mixture of orange and purple, it was twilight, he realized. Soon it’ll be dark and then he’ll begin to work. He looked at the little red rose, swaying dangerously. It was pleading him to go away, leaving the world as it is. He touched it softly whispering the words …the little rose withered and died. Grey smiled satisfyingly and stood up. He found himself in front of a door. He turned the knob, trying to open it. It was locked. He moved around the house and saw a window which stood open, a white silk curtain fluttering in the wind. He walked to the window and climbed inside into a room. It was a small room, too comfortable for him, he thought as he looked at colorful cushions on an orange sofa. The fragrance of flowers was suffocating him; he glared at the flowers in the vase making them wither. The pictures that were hanging on the walls were the reminders of happy moments. He quickly walked to another room, which was dark except for the moonlight coming from the window. A little boy of about 3 sleeping in the bed, his hand held by a young woman who was weeping softly. The boy’s face looked pale and lifeless. His face was full of innocence and love, Grey felt something he’d never felt before. He felt sad. He quietly sat on the bed and touched the boy’s skin. He trailed his finger on his cheek. It was soft but cold. Grey, for the first time, wished that he could do something to help this little boy. He wanted him to live happily, not die so young. The boy’s breathing was short and rasp. The woman wept harder as the boy shivered in his sleep. Grey reached for his other hand and clasped it with his palms. He uttered the magic words …for the first time using it for someone else not for himself. He fixed his eyes on the boy’s face and kept saying the words again and again. The words which had never failed him before were now looking useless. He’d healed severe injuries several times with them in seconds, but why couldn’t they help this boy? He cursed silently as nothing happened. He got up; taking one last look on the woman and the boy he left the bleak home.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">He was tired and was sure he didn’t want to go back home to face his parents again. He lay under the tree and closed his eyes and slept restlessly, dreaming of all the evil deeds he’d done all his life...Never giving a toss what he was doing. He saw the boy being buried in the ground by the black hooded men, the red rose clutched in the boy’s hand. The mother cried as they covered the boy’s face with dirt, she screamed telling them to stop. They were closing the lid of the coffin, when the boy opened his eyes. Smiling sadly, he threw the rose in the air. Her mother caught it, suddenly looking old and tired. The hooded men closed the lid hiding the boy’s white face and blue helpless eyes from the view. The boy couldn’t breathe. He gasped for air, but there was no air. What was happening to him? Slowly he closed his eyes and never opened them again.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">When the sun rose, Grey opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light. He tried to recall the dream but couldn’t seem to remember it. He felt something new in himself. He couldn’t tell what but it was good, whatever it was, it was really good. He smiled at the sight of colorful flowers. He was loving the damp grass beneath him. What’s happening? He asked himself, sitting up suddenly. He sighed happily. He lay back on the grass and looked at the sky. Faraway his parents would be wondering where he’d gone. But now he’d escaped. He’s not going to go back. He heard someone laughing. It was a beautiful sound, tinkling like jingle bells. It was the boy. He was laughing and running away from his mother. The boy couldn’t see him. Grey’s heart swelled with happiness as he saw the boy bouncing, full of live. He’d helped the boy …His words had failed him but not his love. He could love, he realized. Grey smiled widely.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">‘Come here, Charlie,’ he watched as the young woman ran and caught the boy in her arms and swung him around. They giggled as they both fell on the grass. Grey laughed with them; he felt he was the part of them.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">‘Charlie boy, go inside,’ the mother tried to sound stern but laughed as Charlie flung his little arms around her neck and hugged her. She took Charlie in her arms and went inside, closing the door behind her. Grey waited for them to come back. He was enjoying their laughter. But the time passed and they remained inside. He saw the woman through the sheer curtain coking the food. He saw them eating, and then later the woman sang lorry in her sweet voice and the boy felt asleep in her arms. She put her son in the cot, kissed his cheeks and left the room. Grey sat back again. His eyes fell on the dead rose he’d killed last night. He took it gently in his hands and whispered the magic words. It bloomed at once, and smiling at Grey, it said thanks.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">‘No, thanks to you’ Grey kissed the flower and got up to leave. He was about to fly when he saw the young woman again, this time she was putting the food for the stray cats. She was closing the door when their eyes met. The woman was startled as Grey made himself visible to her. He smiled softly and walked towards her, the little red rose in his hand. The woman didn’t move but looked fearful as he approached her. He handed the rose to her and kissed her hand gently. With happy tears in his eyes, he flapped open his wings and flew away. The woman stood at the doorway looking bewildered and surprised watching him flying away to the moon…</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Grey lives everywhere. Helping everyone. Sometimes he fails and sometimes he wins...but he has hope. He wishes that his parents and all the evil being would also become like him...full of love.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsljhv_Hxi7DE6AQETsnHHZu6vFchLy9JNt0eVzPSCoYnarToiKC3OjyrmHbxMvgYlp9bYiZqsBhL_m_8Vv-vprfs4Ng2wjUo-P8wXv4qPXWTH8_DlIOrpPvrw1vyoucjEDGZ2wqRSlPw/s1600-h/Dark_rose_by_lostknightkg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsljhv_Hxi7DE6AQETsnHHZu6vFchLy9JNt0eVzPSCoYnarToiKC3OjyrmHbxMvgYlp9bYiZqsBhL_m_8Vv-vprfs4Ng2wjUo-P8wXv4qPXWTH8_DlIOrpPvrw1vyoucjEDGZ2wqRSlPw/s200/Dark_rose_by_lostknightkg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364317137372142098" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ok, so that was weird!</span></span>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-17125227757329017962009-06-04T09:30:00.000-07:002009-06-12T06:14:46.181-07:00Stupefy!<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" ><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Gee.</span></b>. I so not feel like blogging *<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >guilty</span>*<br />I so not want to clean my room *<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" >which has gone veryyy messy and dusty</span>*</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJc39_d8Ihe9skRYO52_r9LUnsI9QMi3k9Os3IfGEPf-M6G28WYZi6XasJcWSYOhZ9ip3SQjFqMSLLePEnb99UXAdhdVdiErm00u_aIznkSa_1GFt_QTK6hFJiBoXNNFpxmwM12ZaJRg/s1600-h/Kyle-wryistherumgone.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJc39_d8Ihe9skRYO52_r9LUnsI9QMi3k9Os3IfGEPf-M6G28WYZi6XasJcWSYOhZ9ip3SQjFqMSLLePEnb99UXAdhdVdiErm00u_aIznkSa_1GFt_QTK6hFJiBoXNNFpxmwM12ZaJRg/s200/Kyle-wryistherumgone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346426436418736882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not want to scan my PC *<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >which i SHOULD</span>*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not want to oil my hair *<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" >dry...dry..NO! dry!</span>*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not want to upload pictures and songs *or download</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > them*<br />I so not want to try on my new dress *<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Why not!</span> :s*<br />I so not wanna go shopping and get some new shoes *<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" >Hafsah will tell you I really should be buying shoes</span>*<br />I so not want to read books *Vamp-Girl, i read all th</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >e books you lent me, though*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >want to</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > have my bag mended *<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" >it's still broken.. b</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" >ut it's new and expensive</span>* <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><b>[sigh]</b></span><br />I so not </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >want to</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > take stupid quizzes on Facebook *<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >why do i?! What's the point!</span>*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >want to</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> send futures emails to Myself and vamp Girl *<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" >again, what's the point?! But t's just fun!</span>*<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >want to</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> text and read forwards.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZXOTY325FsuMp2f36nUJzEWkyddG_PZn5rimo-Uxd5Z1jlkPfVpS0hJmjSRPGvsYMPrE2ZFq40oHUYU9ajR__9hS_owB_257ZVUbj_MdTsZpPad8F1ZzeNt-TfLDiXfF8pjeCXHuODw/s1600-h/getsbad.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZXOTY325FsuMp2f36nUJzEWkyddG_PZn5rimo-Uxd5Z1jlkPfVpS0hJmjSRPGvsYMPrE2ZFq40oHUYU9ajR__9hS_owB_257ZVUbj_MdTsZpPad8F1ZzeNt-TfLDiXfF8pjeCXHuODw/s200/getsbad.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346427452401146322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >I so not </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >want to</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> change my MSN status to <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Online</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I so want these holidays to end.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I so not want to see <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The Vulture</span> on Monday.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I so not want to be Me *<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >just a human</span>*</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" ><br /><b>Oh My! Am feeling Super-lazy! =o</b></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWKy3GvcktwrLnYiYcPROHq840T9COooAO4g226a_NU6HGPPAx_2-Pyu6QuXCNQ4_d2De4Dpanm96LWyaFU48tNcWwnG2uHRySWkbCbTAL03DY-DD7L_eSN6cyAZOtEe7Cv0LXGNfjPI/s1600-h/lazytype.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtWKy3GvcktwrLnYiYcPROHq840T9COooAO4g226a_NU6HGPPAx_2-Pyu6QuXCNQ4_d2De4Dpanm96LWyaFU48tNcWwnG2uHRySWkbCbTAL03DY-DD7L_eSN6cyAZOtEe7Cv0LXGNfjPI/s200/lazytype.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346427722358765554" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><b><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really<br />really really wanna zigazig ha... *Nah!* ><</span></i></span></span></b></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /> *<span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Stupefy!</b></span>*</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-2080251990502272952009-05-25T12:02:00.000-07:002009-07-26T08:12:53.294-07:00Something Good, Something Not<p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Even when you know that everything around you is and will be going wrong, you just have faith and you hold on.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cause maybe after this storm, your </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">r</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">a</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">i</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">n</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">b</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">o</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">w</span> will smile. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">And one day it would.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">I hope mine would, soon. =). </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jokes are good, stupid senseless jokes are even better! A silly little joke among your friends could make you laugh for hours... (</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" >Anonymous post,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <st1:city><st1:place>Sana</st1:place></st1:city>!) </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Horse tails, a boy living on a horse tail (</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">if only that boy knows!</span>) And now a </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >vampire</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> =D *don’t wonder, it’s an inside joke*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">I want to visit </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Elvenland</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, sOoooon. ^^</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">And the</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Green Gang</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">. God knows what’s so fascinating about them. Nothing is, actually. Their hair, their walking style, talking style.. Eating habits.. And their attire is… Just so</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Ha-Ha! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Gee, would it sound weird if I say I feel </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >old</span><span style="font-size:85%;">? Yes, it does. It’s wrong, so what if I do, right now! Am not (it’s just coz of my bad bad PC!) There’s so much to do, I want to, I have to! </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" >Something good</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >something fun</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> something not =]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Watching my brother playing some</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" > monstrous</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> game, I wondered what if some monster attacks our city,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk79/sweet_chick123/icon-4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 100px; cursor: pointer; height: 100px;" alt="" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk79/sweet_chick123/icon-4.jpg" border="0" /></a> and I will be the one saving everyone from it I'd have super powers.. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(You know, I might have! *wink* I do read minds :P)</span>. Or am the monster myself! That would be better than being the super hero. Coz I will be the nice monster.. No! say, a dragon, like</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" > Saphira</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> =] I will let people ride on me and I could </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" >fly</span><span style="font-size:85%;">! I wish I could fly to my favorite planet </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Jupiter! </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Humans should have wings = </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ahem. Yeah, I still day dream of such stuff! =o</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Although, I no longer like</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> Power- Puff Girls </span>that much (they strike me </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >evil!</span><span style="font-size:85%;">) but still I have hanged them on my room. EEE... They are staring at me *-* </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVuRd_SRAONWbXSc_Lh9SQ-H6ukQIXd57KdXDGdLVQY4fYbo_hnQatnBJ5mA-WZoFi3I0GytysmZ6_N-E_pvMgR7BSLsWVn8yurbfLFQV-7dnTVlxzEcMGfAu86SfXE1jFNw-XqpMaDs/s1600-h/stare+ppg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339865601478168018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 100px; cursor: pointer; height: 144px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVuRd_SRAONWbXSc_Lh9SQ-H6ukQIXd57KdXDGdLVQY4fYbo_hnQatnBJ5mA-WZoFi3I0GytysmZ6_N-E_pvMgR7BSLsWVn8yurbfLFQV-7dnTVlxzEcMGfAu86SfXE1jFNw-XqpMaDs/s200/stare+ppg.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s kinda late, now. No, am not sleepy, but my eyes are watering. I will read Brisingr. Yay! Nighty Night! Cya!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. I watched HSM 3! At last. Only half of it. Rest I will later =D</span></p>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-6988467271530887602009-05-16T08:51:00.000-07:002009-05-17T07:23:35.501-07:00What's Going on These Days..<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">My computer… It’s so very bad! It freezes like every 10 minutes. I wish I could throw it out of the window.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">But, forget it. Somewhere in the corner of my hear</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">t, I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">love</span> it very much. Ahem.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Am loving holidays, although am dreading the moment when the result will arrive on the doorstep. I hope I’ll be the one receiving it, not mum or my brothers! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">So I wake up late, like 2 in the afternoon and do <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;">NOTHING</span> useful! And it is fun. Don’t I love it! Not having to do </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3656287/2/istockphoto_3656287-elf-cartoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3656287/2/istockphoto_3656287-elf-cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">anything. Not preparing for the tutorials. Or having to decide what to wear next day, or say which pair of shoes will look best with what. And waking up at 6:30 AM! All day yawning and yawning. No time to do anything else beside studying. Well. After those horrendous seven months of medical college, it’s a relief. Which is not everlasting. I still have to spend 4 years. Full of torture. *sigh* But I can do it! ^^ And I </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">do love my uni! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Nowadays, reading <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Brisingr</span>. Loving it. I’ll scry, rea</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">d minds, be an <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >elf</span> and do the impossible. All in my dreams!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br /><br />It’s so <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >hot-hot</span> nowadays. Am afraid I’ll melt. The <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">sun</span></span> is being unnaturally <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">cruel</span> *scowl*</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i309.photobucket.com/albums/kk391/vikingmaid/hotsunshine.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 138px;" src="http://i309.photobucket.com/albums/kk391/vikingmaid/hotsunshine.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Whatever. This is just a small update. Will be post</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">ing sOoooon. Cya!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">P.S. I haven’t seen any movies yet =D ...didn’t feel like watching.</span></span>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-91108230150237400102009-04-30T05:03:00.000-07:002009-05-01T02:21:32.603-07:00Freedom.. Postponed.<span style="color:#6600cc;">What should I call it? Bad luck? Not really. Today was supposed to be my last paper but as luck would have it.. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">TADA</span>.. something HAD to happen in our oh-so-peaceful Karachi. Strikes and hungamas and what not! *<span style="color:#cc33cc;">scowl</span>* Last night when I heard these chutti wale rumours, I closed the books and went to bed with a good fun novel. I couldn't read it because my eyes began to droop as soon as my head touched the fluffly pillow.<span style="color:#ff6600;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Heaven</span></span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">zZzZZZZzzzzz</span>. I did manage to madden some people. But not my fault! I was sleepy, couldnt stay awake. Well, I was about to say that it was a good thing that paper was postponed as i didn't study. It's on tuesday now. And my poor friends! Some of them were flying to their homes today! They'll have to wait another week.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Anyways.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Today I really wanted to watch some movie and what I got? "Lady In The Water" Didn't even see it... But I'll tomorrow. The list "<span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">movies i SHOULD watch</span>" is getting bigger and bigger. The thing is am not a movie person. Am a music person. If you ask me about some song,I'll tell you ALL about it (ok, am exaggerating a bit) but you get my point? And a movie.. you get a Blank me!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330782607050408018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9EfRC4WWh69L-P8-8RhwW5hlZd_wCN7t8DXkV-cE59bmOrCIyZjMOfHNVFKslXmIZKn5iO6jGs1DH_-Lu3utLnb2AmQ5GHzpaTMkvZpWHzpCtzBusEjFe6gzTB2zouauUOFmYnrfkDA/s200/cute-cartoon-girl-thinking-thumb1739858.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">Movies I'll watch this month (And I'll! I'll! I'llll!) </span><br /></p><ul><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">High School Musical 3 </span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A Walk to Remember</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Legally Blonde</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Interview with the Vampire</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The Notebook (eeee!)</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">First Daughter</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Confessions of The shopaholic</span></em></li><li><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Devil wears prada *i just loved the book*</span></em></li></ul><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">And at last and the Least.. <strong><span style="color:#333399;">Lady in the WATER!</span></strong> =D</span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ahem. That's quite a long list.. </span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">Whatever.</span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">My theory papers went just OKAY! Not GOOD. I'll pass, hopefully. Not so sure about the viva, they went BAD. Especially anatomy, the <strong>Vulture</strong></span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">wanted to do us rattafication, but HOW can You learn the whole book?! Word to Word! So he ran away, failing us all. Cant wait to be a dentist. I'll pull out all his teeth ;(</span><br /></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">It's so frustrating.. So so soooooo frustrating. Am sOooo frustrated. Ok, I'll tell you what is! My PC! I wish I could just throw it out of the window and get a new one. Everything sucks! Keyboard, speaker, mouse, monitor and CPU suck! Oh well. Am going to sleep now.. With a good fun novel. Hope i don't fall asleep. *yawn*</span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">Good Night! ^^</span></p><p><span style="color:#6600cc;">Cya</span></p><p><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>P.S. Why doesn't anyone comment on my blog anymore?? Except a few people.. *sob sob*</strong></span></p>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847990554724802629.post-53641225770895465622009-04-07T10:39:00.000-07:002009-04-07T11:16:53.659-07:00I'll Study... I'll Not.. I'll..Not<span style="color:#993399;"><strong>What's the date today?</strong></span><br /><div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">7th April...</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">NOOO</span>! Which means I've got only <span style="font-size:180%;">10</span> days to prepare for my midterms. Sadly enough, I've done nothing. <span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;">Nada</span>. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">But still, being me, am not really worried *<span style="font-size:130%;">i SHOULD be</span>*.. I still sleep after uni for about 4 hours, still watch TV (even boring news), I still come online, take stupid quizzes on Facebook.. and blogging (hey, that's ok!). And instead of studying at night, i read a novel [<em>nowadays: LOLA COMES HOME. It's a real fun book. Full of stupid and funny bits. And I love the name Lola, it's kinda cute.</em>] </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQ3OzgtJGKMk_ZtZXHZD_cB59gHjHyxyQS3Pe0PGlalAHBVh1AVisYnvVouM-iPkqGeWd3p-nHzA-3BLKEKWJpqC7u7MeeRmEDzKI-HvLPp2rCNxRkQWax4w3PDFDu0-YsKvOAZdsA38/s1600-h/exams.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Am smiling widely, crackiong jokes. I take a HUGE book along with me to study in uni, but i hide it away in a locker. <span style="color:#6633ff;">[today i had Guyton, the heaviest of them all, in my poor hands. I didn't even bother to open it. Tomorrow, it'll be Netter's atlas. *sigh*]</span> I wish i were a nerd! I should be like this cartoon:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322014775216763154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmf1gfoZVkqurRNYwrEZ43mUMoR2ebmBmSRGuXVGprLBJ_3s4A18XJRpMJfnJhh-r5xfHiHpXn3F4GnXM8PX_khDARY8CyCvVa1hPlJyg03ipIqGgcUj9GdgBmbaP8i8sVxfTtJ-Vy4g/s320/exams.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">[am a watermelon =s ... Quiz: Which friut are you??'.. oh well]</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My soul is<span style="color:#3333ff;"> </span><span style="color:#000099;">blue</span>! (<span style="font-size:85%;">Your soul colour is - <span style="color:#000099;">Blue</span>! You are loving life and definetly do not want to give it up...you look at the positive side of things and your friends think you are fun. You usually care about others as much as yourself, but at times can be moody</span>) </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">See how I waste my precious time!!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Anyways.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">First paper on 20th... Last on 30th.Then <span style="font-size:130%;">*<span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>HOLIDAYS</strong></span>* ..Yay!!!</span> For a <span style="color:#009900;">WHOLE</span> month.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Oki, so this was a really boring post. Took 6 minutes. Should do Connective Tissue now.. Cya on 1st May! ^^</span></div></div>Sidrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07649841349110280755noreply@blogger.com4