<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:36:55.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- i n s i d e -</title><subtitle type='html'>what you see is not what you get, inside there's more. so go on, take a look</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-116081812353144270</id><published>2006-10-14T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:28:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Abode..</title><content type='html'>this blog has now MOVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/tgsherilamirah"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never come here again!!! go see the new "house"!! go, shooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-116081812353144270?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/116081812353144270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=116081812353144270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116081812353144270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116081812353144270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-abode.html' title='New Abode..'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-116073427257398350</id><published>2006-10-13T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:11:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stab Stab Stab</title><content type='html'>to all the people that insisted I update my MSN Space, curse you. and to all the people that told me to update my MySpace, curse you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent a whole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO HOURS&lt;/span&gt; trying to type out a post on MSN Space, and the stupid thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;REFUSED &lt;/span&gt;to publish..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*curse curse curse, stab stab stab*&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Oh yes, notice to all the people that read my blog, I might be moving it to Xanga because Xanga's way easier to handle and I love it so much. But I'm not sure yet. I might, and I might not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been doing anything after the exam, except playing the piano for three days straight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(practically)&lt;/span&gt; and lazing around. I went to school on Wednesday and boy was it a bundle of laughs. Christina and I have yet to get started on the Jazz Chant thingie...whatever it is. Everyone seems to be spending a large amount of the six hours in the toilet. tee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practice is very hectic now. We have three hours of Mr. Mark Beau de Silva, our director for the upcoming musical, and he really knows how to work all of us out. I don't even need to go to the gym for a workout now. Despite the fact that the main characters are supposed to be doing all the acting, Mr Mark has managed to get all the choir members involved in the acting stuff too. So far, my roles consist of choir member,scary tree trunk, townsperson, scullery maid, and the ever famous goblin. Working with Mr Mark has been a whole new experience and I'm glad that we've been given the opportunity. He makes us do loads of stupid stuff, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;we're not allowed to laugh. Did i mention we're supposed to sing as well as do the stupid stuff? yeah. its challenging but good training. not to mention good workout. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaanyway, its nearly breaking fast time (what am I talking about, there's a whole hour to go)...so I'm going to ciau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-116073427257398350?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/116073427257398350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=116073427257398350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116073427257398350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116073427257398350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/10/stab-stab-stab.html' title='Stab Stab Stab'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-116049396305362326</id><published>2006-10-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:26:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent - Draft One.</title><content type='html'>I was busy swooning over &lt;a href="http://ianchow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ian Chow&lt;/a&gt;'s songs Don't Say(I'll Be There) and It's Okie a while ago, and then I decided to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent by TSAB 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only count on you for so long,&lt;br /&gt;And after that I will have to be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Far and away to start my own life,&lt;br /&gt;To face all the hardship and strife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only care for me for a while,&lt;br /&gt;And then we will have to be separated by a mile,&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how much you may sigh,&lt;br /&gt;The time will come for us to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't think of anything after that. so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-116049396305362326?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/116049396305362326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=116049396305362326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116049396305362326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116049396305362326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/10/independent-draft-one.html' title='Independent - Draft One.'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-116013648045159606</id><published>2006-10-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:08:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>its over its over its over!!! lalalalalalallalalaalallala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went around shouting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ITS OVER!!"&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "FREEDOM!!"&lt;/span&gt; at the top of our lungs and then strode across the field singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(out of tune and very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; loudly)&lt;/span&gt; We Are The Champions, guitar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng &lt;/span&gt;and all..*sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, it feel sso goooood.. WOOO HOOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-116013648045159606?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/116013648045159606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=116013648045159606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116013648045159606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/116013648045159606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/10/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115996004727419249</id><published>2006-10-04T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:07:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Now Officially Safe. Kinda.</title><content type='html'>woo hoo~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, if you think the exam is over, you are SO wrong...=P. I've sat for the "crucial" papers already (Maths, Science, Agama, History) which are the ones that I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(am)&lt;/span&gt; most worried about, so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yay yay dah habis...wheee~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only two more papers to go, Living Skills - Home Economics and Geography and I can do the whole laungan merdeka thing with my friends. In fact, we're already planning on standing in the middle of our school field and throwing our hands up and surrendering to God. Provided it doesn't rain. And the haze clears up. And we remember. And the field isn't too muddy so we don't ruin our "very clean and sparkly" school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory that I'm going to ponder on now - the "haze" that is literally fogging up KL is actually laughing gas. Honestly, after my friends and I inhaled it today, we couldn't stop laughing and goofing around. It was so funny yet so not funny at the same time. We even stifled a couple of giggles during the exam. Or are we just slowly slipping into insanity?? To those of you who are worrying that I didn't give my 100% focus in the exam, quit worrying. The stifling of giggles only commenced 15 minutes before the exam ended, after I checked, double-checked and triple-checked my paper. Ok!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kak Lisa(in reply to your comment on the breadsters' blog) - I HAVE BEEN STUDYING! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the breadster - well considering I never actually did any of the soalan ramalan I wouldn't know, but I know that whatever I studied thoroughly(read - SIRAH) and all the "ramalan PMR" thingies that I have been reading did NOT come out. Zilch. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt; - I am definitely going to call you up, and for some reason I predict something more than just free makan &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*heavy heavy hint...*&lt;/span&gt; muahahahhaa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case anyone is wondering, the "haze" effect hasn't worn off yet. So I'm still a bit mad. or insane. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned! (next predicted blog post - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, the day it ALL ends!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;......muahahahahahahhahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115996004727419249?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115996004727419249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115996004727419249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115996004727419249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115996004727419249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-now-officially-safe-kinda.html' title='It Is Now Officially Safe. Kinda.'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115978144727947748</id><published>2006-10-02T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:30:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>well, i'm back from day one of PMR. I'm starting to wonder, what's the point of making us study and re-study 3 years worth of work if you are only gonna pick a couple of topics to test us on?? and what in the world does Soalan Ramalan PMR exist for if they aren't even accurate(half the time)?? I tell you, when today ended, i felt like a complete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idioto&lt;/span&gt;...honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; fatal accident during Bahasa Melayu Paper 2 today. The tip of my correction tape(which is the most important part...because its the roller, so without it the whole gadget is practically useless) decided to part with the rest of the correction tape. Or maybe it was just me applying too much pressure on it. Anyway, I had to quickly (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; quickly) re-assemble the whole thing back together again, and thankfully I managed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Thank You God..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know sister in law, orang miskin didn't come out for Agama. tee hee hee. Actually, I expected more on the Sirah part of the paper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because they usually have at least three Sirah questions and I usually lose marks at this area therefore i studied my Sirah alot..)&lt;/span&gt; but there were only two questions. That just teaches me not to keep chanting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karramallahu wajhah*&lt;/span&gt; under my breath two hours prior to the exam and study other stuff too. Sigh! the next person that comes up to me and says "trials are actually harder than the real thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;" is really gonna get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the day was pretty good yet pretty bad, but when I saw the amount of SMSes I got from my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and one very sweet yet funny one all the way from Saudi that was not from any of my friends but from the domestic goddess herself...) &lt;/span&gt;and the short but thoughtful blogpost by my sister in law&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or my brother, whichever. one of them anyway.)&lt;/span&gt; the urge to throw myself to the wall seemed to subside. So, thank you wonderful people that managed to brighten my day, and all I can pray for now is an examiner who would be in wonderful spirits and would like nothing more than to give me wonderful marks for my papers. har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*karramallahu wajhah is the title given to Saidina Ali Al-Khattab(pls say i got that right) by Allah because he(Saidina Ali) never prayed to statues and monuments etc. so basically, karramallahu wajhah means pure face (or wajah yang sempurna...whichever way you look at it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115978144727947748?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115978144727947748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115978144727947748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115978144727947748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115978144727947748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-one_02.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115928483242427247</id><published>2006-09-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:33:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#%$#@!%@#</title><content type='html'>its coming. and its getting nearer, and nearer and nearer... AAAAAAA!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*freaks out and hides under covers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*breath*&lt;/span&gt;...its fine. i can do it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya boleh. wo khe yee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Side = it'll be over before i know..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(says some people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    = when its over, i can torment my juniors...yeas yeas yeas...&lt;br /&gt;                    = i have things awaiting me after its over..&lt;br /&gt;                    = no more studying...yeaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard sheril, only a couple more days..come on, you can do it. you know you can. concentrate. breathe in, breath out..yes...breathe sheril..there's no need to freak out. just breathe. yes, breathe.. inhale, exhale...perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115928483242427247?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115928483242427247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115928483242427247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115928483242427247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115928483242427247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='#%$#@!%@#'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115882923374328331</id><published>2006-09-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:00:33.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>i couldn't help but notice how much things have changed around me. I guess sometimes you get so caught up in the present and the future you don't even notice these things. Or do we notice, but just refuse to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite my lack of free time, i took a moment to think about the changes that have been undergoing in my life, even the little things. my perfectly straight hair (that's starting to get bushy at the end again), my lack of growth in height, and not just all these physical things, even myself. My teacher told me the other day that I have changed alot since last year. I was shocked. I don't think i've changed that much. She told me I'm more positive now and that I used to channel alot of negative energy. I don't know if she's right, but maybe she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change so quickly that even before we're able to express how we feel about it, or even react to it, its already sunken in, and all we can do is accept it.  The world's moving so quickly we don't even notice that things are changing. That we're changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115882923374328331?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115882923374328331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115882923374328331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115882923374328331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115882923374328331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115812563407801513</id><published>2006-09-13T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:33:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy &amp; Bored</title><content type='html'>heya..sorry, been very busy. Studying. you know how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through this part of my life where i have to learn to balance both my priorities. Choir and PMR are constantly clashing with each other. but i can handle it. i'm handling it. Just glad PMR will be over soon...(bleagh, it hasn't even started yet)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to lose my interest in blogging. i mean, what have i got to blog about?? my life isn't all that interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sigh..bored bored bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115812563407801513?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115812563407801513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115812563407801513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115812563407801513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115812563407801513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-bored.html' title='Busy &amp; Bored'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115711902260153639</id><published>2006-09-01T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:57:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Token Of Appreciation</title><content type='html'>I love my parents. I really do love my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, the eve of Merdeka, I was given 5 free tickets to Sunway's Surf Beach for the Merdeka Celebration...and my mom wouldn't allow me to go without adult supervision. My friend, Piggy Tanisha had already planned on coming along. So with a couple of unsuccessful attempts in finding a chaperone...I begged my parents to go with me. and even though it wasn't exactly their cup of tea, they both agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having to go to Pig's house to pick her up, and jam all the way to Sunway...they still went with me...and even though I wasn't allowed to run loose like a moron...They cut me a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lot&lt;/span&gt; of slack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks ma, thanks pa...i love you all, and pig and I had a blast...Muax muax muax..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents rock!! and i wouldn't trade them for anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115711902260153639?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115711902260153639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115711902260153639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115711902260153639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115711902260153639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/09/token-of-appreciation.html' title='Token Of Appreciation'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115684683421029569</id><published>2006-08-29T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:20:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask &amp; Ye Will Receive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Arisha &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in response to your long list of disagreements (in order...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - yes, i do think before i write...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - i do thrive under pressure...how do you think I get along with you-know-who!!!&lt;br /&gt;                       - i do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; hate anyone...i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt; them...(them meaning the ppl on the so-called                           "hated" list) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= but now I do hate someone, the person deserves to be hated.                                    you agree with me. i know you hate *cough* too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - i didn't throw the bottle at you...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt; did. Get yr facts right!&lt;br /&gt;                      - i did quote you...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(refer to previous post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - and I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; get over Shah Rukh Khan...and Kal Ho Naa Ho is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;!! you can't&lt;br /&gt;                         hold back all those tears ok~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Lisa - I can make chocolate chip +  nuts cookies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; personality &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; personality to be exact)&lt;/span&gt;, cupcake, shrimp omelette, maggi goreng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it counts..trust me.)&lt;/span&gt;, bihun goreng, peanut butter + chocolate spread &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRILLED&lt;/span&gt; sandwich, kaya bread, toast with condensed milk...ermm ermm....i think that's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(email me fr definition of the personality thing babes...*wink* tgsheril@gmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials are officially over!~ now for the real deal..lar lar lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day in two days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Nurhaliza &amp; Datuk K are married~!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to brush up on my PR skills...there's this person in my life that i have to see very often &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;have to be nice to. So far, I have succeeded. *pats self on back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Holiday is a good movie. So is Akeelah &amp;amp; The Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an overdue script to edit..shyte. c ya peeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115684683421029569?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115684683421029569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115684683421029569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115684683421029569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115684683421029569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/08/ask-ye-will-receive.html' title='Ask &amp; Ye Will Receive...'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115591150458150877</id><published>2006-08-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:30:10.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhale, Exhale..thats the way to do it</title><content type='html'>*breathe* well, the worst is over. so far. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotes from The Famous People of Sheril's Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love me, you love me, everyone's in love with me, because i'm so lovable, cute and cuddly too, won't you say you love me too??&lt;/span&gt; - TP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you stop laughing!! I'm trying to be mad at you here~!!&lt;/span&gt; - SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is negara and dunia the same thing? &lt;/span&gt;- SK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need a psychiatrist!!! i'm CRAZY!! &lt;/span&gt;- KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so...what are YOU doing tonight??&lt;/span&gt; - Kaneges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh noo...Bon Jovi's DEAD!!&lt;/span&gt; - Yours Truly +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does our choir uniform include uniformed bras??&lt;/span&gt; - MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess what!! Sitiawan has a PIZZA HUT outlet!!&lt;/span&gt; - WLJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How does Dayung Sampan go again?? &lt;/span&gt;- MK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHERIL!! &lt;/span&gt;Tengku is her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TITLE&lt;/span&gt;..Sheril is her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAME&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; - SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mushroom Mushroom Mushroom PWINCESS!!&lt;/span&gt; - WT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tasted Sambal Belacan!!!&lt;/span&gt; - SH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edited to add) Specially added for you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Arisha A.&lt;/span&gt; - sooo', do you have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; brother, or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; brother????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q &amp; A Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicked this from Kak Lisa's blog...heh heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the basic concept is that you can ask me anything tat you want...(and i get to decide on wether anot I wanna answer...har har har..) irregardless of wether or not I know you, bla bla bla....so knock yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some things you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; need to ask me to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fourteen years old. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sole purpose in life is to sing. Which is basically why I'm studying so hard. If not, kenot sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Shah Rukh Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry everytime I watch Kal Ho Naa Ho&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (in which Shah Rukh Khan dies in the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not hate anyone. Therefore I do not sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headphones are constantly dying on me. Constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh 48kg, and I am 5'2...i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be taller because most people that are younger than me are taller than me. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly think I'm a bit of a poser. Which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very(and i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very..&lt;/span&gt;) short tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive under pressure. except when I PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's about it. now its your turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115591150458150877?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115591150458150877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115591150458150877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115591150458150877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115591150458150877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/08/inhale-exhalethats-way-to-do-it.html' title='Inhale, Exhale..thats the way to do it'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115503622610012473</id><published>2006-08-08T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:23:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehem, trying to be focused and determined here~!!</title><content type='html'>oh hello..just thought I'd stop by...usually I don't blog unless i have at least 2 comments (ok lah, two comments are what I usually get..) at a post...but this is an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i'm actually halfway through doing my agama study notes. Yeah, i figured out how i'm going to go around this whole PMR trials thing..see this week, i will do 5 chapters of Agama notes a day, and study 4 chapters of Science and Math each. oh, and when I get frustrated, I'll go to the piano and play Richard Clayderman's Walk In The Woods, which is my new favourite song to be played on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i'm on Bab 3, Form 1 of Agama...did you know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;orang miskin&lt;/span&gt; meant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orang yg mempunyai pekerjaan tetapi pendapatannya tidak mencukupi untuk menyara diri dan keluarga&lt;/span&gt;*?? Well, it does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is just a quickie..i'm trying to turn myself into a study freak...so[quoting Tigger frm Winnie The Pooh] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tee tee a fend, ta ta fr now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*translation - someone who has a job but whose income isn't enough to support him/herself and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115503622610012473?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115503622610012473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115503622610012473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115503622610012473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115503622610012473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/08/ehem-trying-to-be-focused-and.html' title='Ehem, trying to be focused and determined here~!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115469971826763033</id><published>2006-08-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:56:39.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Me??</title><content type='html'>hiyo~ whaddup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see, what do I have for you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, I went to see fireflies in Kuala Selangor last weekend. it was beautiful really. I loved the chalet we were staying in...very kampung-ish. It was on this mud lake and it was just wonderful..so blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the whole Form 3 agama syllabus with my tuition ustaza, so now I'm free for revision. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God please help me through thiss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to sew!!! I love my KH teacher, I really do. she's taught me how to cook, and how to sew, and how to use a sewing machine...its sooo cool~!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeas i know, its pretty jakun of me..sue me why don't ya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe my luck? both my headphones and my MP3 earphones decided to practically die on me at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACT SAME TIME&lt;/span&gt;!!! now I gotta go get new ones. with my own money. *sigh* gone were the times when your parents got you everything you needed (or wanted. har di har)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Sundays ago, I was in my friend Reggie's car in front of her friend's house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(we were waiting for her friend because we had to pick her up before Reggie sent me to my godmom's house, same day i watched pirates) &lt;/span&gt;and Greased Lightning came on the radio. Reggie and I started doing the moves while singing along to the song...it was ridiculously stupid we burst out laughing after the second or third chorus. It struck me later on that the car was pretty low so if there were any people peering out of their windows they would've seen two people doing groovy Greased Lightning moves while singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"goooooo, greased lightning,go  greased lightning!!"&lt;/span&gt;  *bursts out laughing right here..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZgizc3oqx0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZgizc3oqx0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;night turns slowly into day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and day slowly fades away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now night is here again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school's out let the games begin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the weekend is here and god forbid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might be able to breath for a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no more need for longful sighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and with this i say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;-written by yours truly, inspired by Jean's cute caterpillar poem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115469971826763033?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115469971826763033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115469971826763033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115469971826763033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115469971826763033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/08/missed-me.html' title='Missed Me??'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115392505685243033</id><published>2006-07-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:44:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>I watched Pirates 2...it was really dissappointing, though I thought it served the marketing purpose. but even so, doesn't mean I have to like it. hehehee. people that have watched it, I'm sure you know what I mean, and I'm sure y'all are craving Pirates 3 just as much as I am. Its alright. we shall be normal, sane, patient human beings. (who am I kidding, ME, SANE, yea RIGHT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sunk back into my writing phase again, though I think all my stuff is crap so I ain't posting it up here. Somehow nothing seems to be able to top Ocean Breeze (at least not yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No good deed goes unpunished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No act of charity goes unresented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No good deed goes unpunished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's my new creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My road of good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;led to such roads awasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wicked The Musical-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iju4GindLPQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iju4GindLPQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Declaration Of War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she wants a war...she's got it. and I'm not referring to public speaking *person*...this is another human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115392505685243033?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115392505685243033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115392505685243033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115392505685243033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115392505685243033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/07/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115322236592357231</id><published>2006-07-18T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:32:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, here's the juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance with the south african choirs went really well. Alot of people showed up. The hall was practically full. I made a new friend from Capetown. I met some of my old friends, Max and Alia, also my two teachers Ms.Tan and Ms.Boey came for the show. So did my parents, and my aunties. And two girls from my school. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My list of Thank You's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian and Joel&lt;/span&gt; for making the whole show such a success, you guys are great Stage Managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you the KLCC parents, especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty Marilyn, Mrs Siva, Aunty Theresa, and Uncle George&lt;/span&gt; for everything you did for us and being so patient with us. We wouldn't have done it if not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wen Chin, Shobana and Brenda&lt;/span&gt; for organizing us and stuff. you guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Geneviene&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pleasure being accompanied by you. You're a wonderful pianist and my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting, a big Thank You, hugs and muax to my fellow KLCCians, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keilly, Darrel, Kathleen,Sammy,Jes, and Shal&lt;/span&gt;, just to name a few...we made KLCC proud~!!! love ya all!!!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;This week the form 3's are sitting for a diagnostic test set by the goverment. We expected it to be really hard but turns out it ain't all that bad. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; bragging, I swear. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get my hafazan test over and done with. har har. be proud. be very proud.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;My mom ran over my phone. With the car. Unintentionally, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck with an old motorola for a week, which turned off at will (or blipped and flashed the words INSERT SIM at me..) @_@...anyway, my godparents took me out on Saturday and my godfather and I had a funny conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfather: so, i heard bout yr phone.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Yeah..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.*solemn sigh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Godfather: so, what now?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: liddat la.&lt;br /&gt;Godfather: sooo, what are your requirements???&lt;br /&gt;Moi: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Godfather: for a phone lerr..&lt;br /&gt;Moi: oh, urm. preferably small, flip phone, Samsung, and easy to sms.&lt;br /&gt;Godfather: owrh. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he took me to a Samsung dealer shop and bought me a black, slim, colour screened, perfectly new, one-notch-under-the-Razr, phone. *gasp* Imagine a jumping, crazy, hyper,&lt;br /&gt;over the moon, me. in a samsung shop. yeah. hehhe. I'm now obliged to get 4A's...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at LEAST)&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: hey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(insert friend's name here)&lt;/span&gt;, whats wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I've got the flo.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: wadddd??&lt;br /&gt;Friend: the flo, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: whads the flo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Other Friend: She means the flu.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: oooooowrrh.. @_@ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sesat/lost)&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it for now. Ciau ciau. Till the next time I'm not too lazy to drag my arse online to update. Which would be...errr, soon. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and thanks Kak Lisa for the congrats. and Izani cho cuteee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115322236592357231?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115322236592357231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115322236592357231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115322236592357231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115322236592357231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/07/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115260376968054743</id><published>2006-07-11T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:42:49.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee Hee</title><content type='html'>Sowwy kak lisa, couldn't help myself. anyway, here's the juice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the bad news is that *the human* did a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fantastic&lt;/span&gt; job....&lt;br /&gt;The good news, is that I didn't do that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*grin grin grin* okok, I'll quit with the suspense already. I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd place&lt;/span&gt;~!! and *the human* didn't win. I actually took a picture of my prizes (one for Public Speaking, one for Debate) but I'm way too lazy to transfer them from my camera. so, yah. Hahaahaa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll save you all the gloating..tee hee heee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tonight's the night of the exchange, and tomorrow's the show. my god my god my god...can't wait!!!! aaaaa~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya soon~! too hyped up to give proper update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115260376968054743?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115260376968054743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115260376968054743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115260376968054743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115260376968054743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/07/tee-hee-hee.html' title='Tee Hee Hee'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115237770027252215</id><published>2006-07-09T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:55:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know.</title><content type='html'>yes, I know its been quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know I should've updated.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know people read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know you all probably want to know how the competition went.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just won't.&lt;br /&gt;tee hee. keep the suspense. I promise to update on Monday. so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115237770027252215?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115237770027252215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115237770027252215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115237770027252215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115237770027252215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know.html' title='I Know.'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115157685085034481</id><published>2006-06-29T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:12:13.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice</title><content type='html'>Under the influence of World Cup Fever (the latest plague in town), my classmates and my P.E teacher decided to have our very own football match, ala 3C1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of it was very professional. We had midfielders, and strikers etc. all in position. Once the whistle blew, everybody crowded around the ball and started kicking aimlessly. I think 15 minutes past, and the two remainin "pro's" were the goalkeepers. Alot of people's legs suffered alot of kicking. I suffered alot of kicking. (my legs are still killing me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the aimless kicking, there were also high pitched screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; girls, and hands that flew up to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; places. I should know. In the middle of all the action, I felt a pair of hands practically grabbing my boobs. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; pissed. Justice must be served. I confronted the...person, that did it, and she nicely just denied it, thinking that I was mistaken. Ehem, excuse me, but you think I'd know which (inserts swear word here) grabbed my boobs~!!!! which is exactly what I told her. she still refused to apologize. oh the anger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretoria High School for Girls Choir and Pro Cantu Youth Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the Kuala Lumpur Children's Choir(me~!!) and SMK Tarcisian Convent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wednesday, 12th July 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Pentas 1, The Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre&lt;br /&gt;By Donation: RM20(adults)&lt;br /&gt;                   RM10(students, senior citizens 60+ years old, and the disabled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any enquiries, please call 03-40479000(KLPac)  or 03-20949400(Actor's Studio @ BSC) or visit &lt;a href="http://www.klpac.com/"&gt;KLPac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, please please please come...its a once in a lifetime opportunity, and its pretty reasonable as well.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in honour of Kak Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tengku Sheril Amirah In A Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet - Kaneges, Irina&lt;br /&gt;Pretty - Christina, Aliaa, Farahaisya, Zurin&lt;br /&gt;Innocent - Amira&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious - Jade, Vinisha&lt;br /&gt;Weird - Farah Liyana, Annishka&lt;br /&gt;Cute - Qurra, Leila, Regina&lt;br /&gt;Poser - Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;Expressive - Pn. Sabina&lt;br /&gt;Friendly - Neshaal, Wen Chian, Sammy&lt;br /&gt;Different - Sujitra&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful - Madam Yong&lt;br /&gt;Smart - Hannah, Hema&lt;br /&gt;Fiesty - Michy&lt;br /&gt;Shrewd - Boon Dat&lt;br /&gt;Modern - Ms. Tan&lt;br /&gt;Sexy - Darrel&lt;br /&gt;Bunny - Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Immaculate - Trisha&lt;br /&gt;Straightforward - Daena, Mr. Teoh&lt;br /&gt;Persuasive - Shalina&lt;br /&gt;Emotional - My Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom - William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;feel free to add your own.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;(1st July, 10.59pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Ok, I was(am) honestly just fuming when I contemplated the writing and publishing of this post. Sure it took some time, I sang a few hate songs (Nikki Cleary - Hated is my current fav), called a few people, freaked out, etc. but then I decided, what the heck? I'm pissed, hurt, upset and most of all, insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a certain someone and I have been good friends over the course of many years. but lately, i've been under-rated by a certain other someone of a higher authority, making the certain someone feel utterly great about herself. We're both taking part in the same public speaking competition, and we're both representing our class. Being the person that I am, I called her today to tell her that I've chosen a topic and I told her what it was. Then she said, that both our topics (mind you, i gave her the topic of HER essay too, since she is planning on re-using her piece from a past competition, but whatever) are very similar, and that people are going to say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; copied from &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;. So I asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in the spirit of pure obviousness)&lt;/span&gt; "what is that supposed to mean..." and she said "well you know, people are going to assume that...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; copied from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, but whatever...you know?" Like hello!!! Who the hell does she think she is??!! Am I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that bad&lt;/span&gt; a writer that I can't come up with my own public speaking topic!!? TELL ME!!? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM I!?!??&lt;/span&gt; I'm insulted, and hurt, and pissed, and ......uggghhhhh!!!!!! now I'm mad again, so I'm going to go vent my anger. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115157685085034481?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115157685085034481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115157685085034481' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115157685085034481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115157685085034481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/06/juice.html' title='Juice'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115055345797553067</id><published>2006-06-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:10:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee?? BUSY ME!!</title><content type='html'>o'kay, lets see what I have instore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the KL Children's Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gig@Hotel Istana&lt;br /&gt;Singing for the Trinity person&lt;br /&gt;Hosting 2 African Choirs@KLPac&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(compulsory...dang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recital as part of Advanced Level exams&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dont know when this is, but added it in anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations for Trial and PMR&lt;br /&gt;KGT&lt;br /&gt;Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More preparations for Trial and PMR&lt;br /&gt;Piano Compositions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(finish finish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan's drama script&lt;br /&gt;Slide presentation&lt;br /&gt;Self actualization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if you people are expecting any long blog entries anytime soon, you can see that I am incapable of helping you out there lolx. but don't worry, I'll make my short blog entries as juicy as possible. I promise. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah huh ah huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115055345797553067?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115055345797553067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115055345797553067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115055345797553067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115055345797553067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-bee-busy-me.html' title='Busy Bee?? BUSY ME!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-115046213300369307</id><published>2006-06-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:48:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee,Mate? [Quickie]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 663px; height: 252px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappucino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-115046213300369307?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/115046213300369307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=115046213300369307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115046213300369307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/115046213300369307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/06/coffeemate-quickie.html' title='Coffee,Mate? [Quickie]'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114964716502292857</id><published>2006-06-07T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:26:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long One</title><content type='html'>ok, I realize I haven't like been, updating properly with nice long detailed entries. That would be because I've been too lazy and whenever I decide I'm going to type something lengthy, blogspot always seems to fail me. But not today, because its early in the morning, and I've got all the time in the world to write about what I did last weekend. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 4th Young Singers Choral Festival &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with Guest Tutors&lt;/span&gt; Dr. Susan Medley(USA) and Mr.Lee Shiak Yao(from our very own Klang) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the festival started off with registration and such. Since I was with the Assunta Choir, I had to make sure that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; my members were there before I could register. All my members were there, except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So my fellow choir members and I figured either&lt;br /&gt;a) she'd gone on holiday&lt;br /&gt;b) she forgot&lt;br /&gt;c) she overslept&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;d) she was on her way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we didn't have her contact number, we decided to call up our choir teacher to get the number from her. In turn, she told us to call the school, and the school told us that we need a teacher's permission, therefore we had to call the choir teacher again. after&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LOOONG&lt;/span&gt; last, we finally got the number of her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FATHER&lt;/span&gt;'s mobile, so I made the call. Thank God, she was on her way. I explained the situation to Regina, and she allowed us to register first while waiting for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very traditional opening ceremony, with a speech by the festival patron, and then we had the tutors introducing themselves, then we had our session with Dr.Susan Medley, followed by a short break, then followed by our session with Shiak Yao, and then lunch, and then we had our masterclass in which the KL Children's Choir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Senior, oh wait, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ADVANCED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Level)&lt;/span&gt; sang Ben Hall. Dr. Susan Medley gave us alot of pointers and she enlightened us on how to project our hum(there is a humming part in this song, which I'm humming along with Shalina) without turning blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the KLCC, the Sam Tet choir from Ipoh also sang their song, and I gotta tell you, they were good. Considering the fact that Sam Tet is a boys school, and the girls that are in the choir are Form 6 students, it was actually really good. The girls could be heard pretty well, and they had wonderful facial expression and they really watched their conductor throughout the whole performance. Kudos also to the conductor, who did a superb job. You could see that he gave out very clear signals at appropriate places and that he really communicated with his choir members. Another thing that I saw in the Sam Tet choir that I almost never see in my own school choir is that the members connect with each other and their conductor, which would lead to perfect entrances, and perfect endings, etc.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i wish, i wish..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of it are all details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was not very different from the first. Alot of singing, and movement during the morning because Shiak Yao had the WHOLE morning to himself and he made us do alot of running, jumping, bending....etc. It was quite tiring but energizing at the same time. Not to mention after all of it we were laughing our heads off. After lunch, it was Dr.Susan's turn, and then Shiak Yao's masterclass for SMK Damansara Jaya and SMK Seafield. I thought both schools did really well. and the Damansara Jaya conductor pulled it off really well considering she was still new at the job. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was all about rehearsing for our concert, and rehearsing summore for our concert. First Dr.Susan Medley had us in position for her two songs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Water Is Wide and I Bought Me A Cat)&lt;/span&gt; and then Shiak Yao made us shift into our Immortal Bach position (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different ends of the hall)&lt;/span&gt; and sing Komm Susser Tod &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i think that's how its spelt)&lt;/span&gt;. After a very very very long Komm Susser Tod, we had to move back into our previous position and sing A Little Musical. Thank you Shiak Yao, i am now hooked onto Les Miserables&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our performance went really well, the hall was PACKED with people and if there were any mistakes I think we covered it pretty well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's my weekend in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I got a chance to talk to the Sam Tet conductor, Yixiang, and he gave me a couple of good pointers and tips and stuff. thank you Yixiang~! and if you have anymore, share and share alike k?? hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114964716502292857?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114964716502292857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114964716502292857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114964716502292857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114964716502292857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-one.html' title='A Long One'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114916966990316189</id><published>2006-06-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:47:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Alot Of Things</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time hasn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first things first, I froze during the MIA competition halfway through Malaysia Tanah Airku, so I didn't even get into the semi finals. Yeap. Now get over it and lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                 I'M ON HOLIDAY AGAIN PEOPLE~!! YEAH~!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Teachers' Day Celebration before we broke off for the holidays, and it was great. I took alot of pictures, and have been editing them. Sorry, doubt you'll see any of them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping my cousin sister edit HER pictures as well, so I'm pretty busy nowadays. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yea right!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what happened on Desperate Housewives?? was out of the house so didn't manage to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what else to say. so. thats it. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114916966990316189?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114916966990316189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114916966990316189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114916966990316189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114916966990316189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-alot-of-things.html' title='On Alot Of Things'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114829085226821982</id><published>2006-05-22T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:40:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie and Happy Birfday =)</title><content type='html'>mom's birthday is today! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we(dad and I) are taking her out fr dinner at a surprise venue. wasn't so surprise since she agreed to have dinner with her office mates, and told us, and we went "NOOO!" and she went "WHY" so we had to tell her we already booked her for dinner, without telling her. Make sense?? but we haven't told her where we're going yet, and she'll find out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quickie today, don't have time for any *real* updating. Exams still going on, but I got through the worst subjects already. Next up, Agama. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA competition countdown - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 days&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Mission Impossible Theme Song starts playing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Reading = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wicked:The Life And Times Of The Wicked Witch Of The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;West&lt;/span&gt; (Nessarose is asking Elphie to stay and govern with her. Elphie will say no. I hope. or has she?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Listening To =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jay Chou - Ye Qu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love this song love this song love this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Thinking =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what to wear?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently Craving =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something, something, but what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114829085226821982?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114829085226821982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114829085226821982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114829085226821982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114829085226821982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/05/quickie-and-happy-birfday.html' title='Quickie and Happy Birfday =)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114786753187230144</id><published>2006-05-17T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:05:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know why I feel this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe it's because I had some more things to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I didn't get a chance to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And before I knew it, time flew by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am the youngest and I am the last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The time we spent was spent too fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;But even still the bond was there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;But somehow I feel its still not fair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You were gone before I knew it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;There wasn't much to understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And in life if I succeeded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;You weren't going to be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been so long and yet I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;There were things to be done still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Things that you could've passed on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Things to keep me moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whenever I feel the ocean breeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think of you so suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Through all the months that we went through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I never got to say "I love you too". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i  wrote this in memory of the original mokciknab, my grandmother. its been 5 years since her passing, and today for some reason, I really missed her and I felt that there were alot of things that were missing. things that I could've done with her, things she could've taught me, things we could've shared together. I feel like I missed out on a lot, whereas the rest got their fair share of time with their grandmother. This thought really upsetted me today. (a little confession - i cried while writing the poem, during my BM exam) As the saying goes, you don't miss something(or in this case, someone) until its gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114786753187230144?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114786753187230144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114786753187230144' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114786753187230144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114786753187230144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/05/ocean-breeze_17.html' title='Ocean Breeze'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114751069717446621</id><published>2006-05-13T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T16:58:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DUNNO I DUNNO!!!</title><content type='html'>yea, I have no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i contemplated updates like...a million times in my head, but when I actually get to updating..I'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair trimmed, two inches. and my mom insisted that my Ju-On fringe be gone. so its not there anymore. Pretty upsetting. *sob sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams start next Wednesday. Study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotidua!! I wan pictures please~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is tomorrow. Somehow, I don't feel any frenzy. I have no idea why. I'm very emo nowadays. PMS is over. The Time is almost over. So what's wrong with me? I feel like shit again. Sigh,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. Alot. But I guess I shouldn't just show her how much I love her on one single day, but every day of the week. and how do I express my love? "get me good results". I'm working on it mother dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA competition getting nearer and nearer. Choral Festival getting nearere and nearer. So many things to do. Ai yo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114751069717446621?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114751069717446621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114751069717446621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114751069717446621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114751069717446621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dunno-i-dunno.html' title='I DUNNO I DUNNO!!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114656941113896982</id><published>2006-05-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:50:52.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News, News, More News..Why Do I Need Blog Post Titles??</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh..three more weeks till MIA...oh no oh no oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody actually gave me any suggestions to the whole "patriotic" issue except Kak Lisa...so I decided to modify her idea in a way to suit me. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my game plan&lt;br /&gt;: tracy's right. you can't fake patriotism. but in a way, patriotism means being passionate about your country right?? right right? ok yea, I'm right. So, if i can be passionate about something while singing the song, it'll seem like I'm patriotic rigght?? right right? yes. exactly! so I plan to look deep into my heart and find every single thing about Malaysia that I love, and think of it while I'm singing each line/verse of Malaysia Tanah Airku. DONE. muahahahahaha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been inspired to write alot lately. Was actually trying to post up my latest piece called A Job, but it came out really badly on my blog (due to HTML differences. Word and Blogspot just don't get along) so I'll just have to post it up some other time. sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the trial version of NeoCounter *sob sob* ... and WOW. I didn't know so many people visited my blog..so how come I don't get as many comments?? honestly, i would like to hear from the people in Japan and the Netherlands..and South Africa on what they think of my blog so I can improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had blue hair a couple of days ago!!! hee hee,.. all thanks to the Instant Hair Colour from Bangsar Village. ahahahhaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shout out to my niece, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anis&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I LOVE YOU AND COME BACK SOON!! MUAX MUAX!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaiy lar, I think that's a pretty decent lengthed post..so...ta ta for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114656941113896982?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114656941113896982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114656941113896982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114656941113896982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114656941113896982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/05/news-news-more-newswhy-do-i-need-blog.html' title='News, News, More News..Why Do I Need Blog Post Titles??'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114605833133887974</id><published>2006-04-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:41:57.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Choir%20Photo%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/320/Choir%20Photo%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Choir%20Photo%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/320/Choir%20Photo%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Choir%20Candid%20Photo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/320/Choir%20Candid%20Photo%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after alot of bugging my juniors, I finally got my choir pictures. the first thing I did - laugh my freaking ass off. This is my first official photo in tudung, and I look SO....omg....i dunno wad to say...feel free to fill in my blank. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't very hard to spot me...but anyway, SPOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a couple of emails to reply, so am going to scram now...ta people, love y'all...ciau ciau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114605833133887974?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114605833133887974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114605833133887974' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114605833133887974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114605833133887974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/04/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114562370016296557</id><published>2006-04-21T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:48:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wanna Know?? Come Come, Let Me Tell You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengku Sheril Amirah on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;: her MIA Competition preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:: Malaysia Tanah Airku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   how to sound more patriotic!! suggestions people! i need suggestions~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:: Hoki Mai(its a Mauri song..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   love it love it love it love it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it. it sounds very hawaiian if you sing it right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:: O Waly, Waly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   despite the fact that its in English, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; don't like it. eight verses and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO HARD TO SING&lt;/span&gt;...why so many minims!?! now I got to count. dey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: her English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; am planning to sit for private candidate SPM English paper, because my English tuition teacher, Mr Teoh suggested I go sit for it. he says he's willing to bet every penny that he owns that I'll get at least a B. Flattering, yet very scary. Mom says go. Dad says....(what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DOES&lt;/span&gt; dad say?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disclaimer - I take English tuition because its in my tuition package (6 subjects for RM135), ok!! Mr Teoh says I'm too advanced for the Form 3 class, so he moved me to his Form 5 class. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;: her diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate brownie, rice, rice, more rice, and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;: English Assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  today Mr.Teoh chucked a past SPM paper at me. he makes me do a essay writing question whereby I'm given 5 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"questions"&lt;/span&gt; and am supposed to choose one. So I picked the one that said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"write an essay that starts with 'Suddenly I couldn't move...'"&lt;/span&gt; so, I looked up. "MR TEOH! dunno wad to write~" he says, write me a scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...i wrote the essay already, Mr Teoh loved it. wait for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114562370016296557?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114562370016296557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114562370016296557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114562370016296557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114562370016296557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-wanna-know-come-come-let-me-tell.html' title='You Wanna Know?? Come Come, Let Me Tell You'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114500580622214058</id><published>2006-04-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T19:35:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Apologies For Not Updating, Read On</title><content type='html'>i was reading my &lt;a href="http://rotidua.efx2.com/"&gt;bro/sisinlaw&lt;/a&gt;'s blog when I read the latest post. (and you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT? YEA RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technically i'm not saying you aren't fat,i refuse to believe it.muahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone's getting fat, its me. I'm practically driving myself there. Here's what I ate yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~breakfast - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rice&lt;/span&gt;,with ikan goreng and lots of veg. and mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;~ after school ice cream&lt;br /&gt;~lunch - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; lemak with chicken curry.&lt;br /&gt;~ gummy sweets as snacks&lt;br /&gt;~dinner - fried&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ more gummy sweets&lt;br /&gt;~supper - crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....even as I write this I'm finishing a packet of M&amp;Ms....(make finished, finished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have rice for breakfast, and usually mom buys me rice for lunch. and dinner. and in between I don't stop snacking. So yeap, if anyone's getting Fat, its me. not that I'm complaining, I don't look that bad(and frankly sisinlaw, neither do you) and besides, you only live once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, the selection of songs for the MIA(Malaysian Institute Of Arts) Competition has commenced, and now to the practicing. I changed one of my songs to Malaysia Tanah Airku, and I'm practicing that song alot. Susanna gave me her blessings(aka green light) to sing the song, and she's included me in the upcoming KLCC concert program. as in I'll be singing the song, solo. wheee~ my first actual solo. She says i need to be a little more patriotic though, because I sound very cold when I sing the song =P. ok ok ok, i'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15th April, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay to baby izani~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying here with the whole patriotic thing, someone, anyone, suggestions on HOW to potray patriotism in this very patriotic song...?? anyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114500580622214058?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114500580622214058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114500580622214058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114500580622214058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114500580622214058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/04/thousand-apologies-for-not-updating.html' title='A Thousand Apologies For Not Updating, Read On'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114450206362451507</id><published>2006-04-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:17:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KL CHILDREN's CHOIR IS THREE!!!</title><content type='html'>we're three years old we're three years old~!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY&lt;/span&gt;~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party today was so fun...luved it, i sang three songs, one with the rest of the choi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r(nona nona)&lt;/span&gt; and two with my fellow Senior Senior's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Il Divo &amp;amp; Celine Dion - I Believe In You, Michael Jackson - Heal The World)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten very attached to I Believe In You...I dunno why...*floats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q_pjkuX7lA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q_pjkuX7lA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114450206362451507?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114450206362451507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114450206362451507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114450206362451507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114450206362451507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/04/kl-childrens-choir-is-three.html' title='THE KL CHILDREN&apos;s CHOIR IS THREE!!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114363817383660350</id><published>2006-03-29T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:07:59.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer(and a little something else)</title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to audition for our ELDS (English Lit. and Debate Society) Lit Night because I'm not in ELDS. And this time round, they are doing Moulin Rouge the musical. OMGGG~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why!!! why did I NOT join ELDS...WHY!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you make yr bed, you lie on it"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- quote my father - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...is it too late to join ELDS now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 30th March 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst..&lt;/span&gt;yesterday Farris came over. So Papa,Farris and my Uncle Phillip decided to clean the Technic KN400(keyboard) that my sister gave me. The pics below explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/The%20Team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/200/The%20Team.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Project%20Technic%20One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/200/Project%20Technic%20One.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Farris%20With%20A%20Little%20Help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/200/Farris%20With%20A%20Little%20Help.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Farris%20At%20Work.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/200/Farris%20At%20Work.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Farris%20Concentrating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/200/Farris%20Concentrating.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Whats%20Left%20Of%20IT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/200/Whats%20Left%20Of%20IT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114363817383660350?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114363817383660350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114363817383660350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114363817383660350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114363817383660350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/03/bummerand-little-something-else.html' title='Bummer(and a little something else)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114321112586069992</id><published>2006-03-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:02:13.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers..and their meanings (and a lil' something extra)</title><content type='html'>i'm out of inspiration, but it hit me today in English Tuition(yea, I take English tuition because its in my tuition package...) when I was reading an article called Flower Power. I've got a whole list of flowers and what they mean, and it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Rosebuds = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Rose =&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Rose = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchid = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Tulips = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Declaration Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violet = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple Lilac = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Emotions Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibiscus = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delicate Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Lilies = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet Pink = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pure and Ardent Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget-Me-Nots = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Chr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ysanthemum = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daffodils = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unrequited Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Lilies = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coquetry(flirtation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striped Carnation = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refusal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure if any proposal comes my way papa would send them a dozen striped carnations =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/320/flowers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114321112586069992?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114321112586069992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114321112586069992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114321112586069992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114321112586069992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/03/flowersand-their-meanings-and-lil.html' title='Flowers..and their meanings (and a lil&apos; something extra)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114251633184256715</id><published>2006-03-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:38:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Haven't Been Updating, Shoot Me Why Don't You!?</title><content type='html'>i've discovered alot of things these past few days. Things like, I love piano accompaniment with songs, and that the Anugerah Seri Angkasa is truly an amazing experience, and that I look like Ju On with straight hair and make up, and that Amcorp Mall has a HUGE store filled with reference books, and that I'm pretty much a crap writer (which explains why I haven't blogged about ASA, or blog at all for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through this phase of my life where i'm, easily depressed. I don't know why. I get irritated easily, i fight with all my friends and then apologize, i think i'm going nuts. or is it PMS? the thing is, it CAN't be PMS because its already past PMS time. so yea...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things, I went to watch Date Movie with Arisha today. She wanted to watch Nanny McPhee, but they weren't showing it today. Damn Amcorp Mall Cinema. Date Movie's hilarious. but stupid. I don't recommend it. but it IS funny. am I even making sense to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm on holiday!! well, its going to end in three days then I have to go back to the hellhole they call school. I dowan to go back!! I wan a longer holiday!! more days to lounge around the house doing nothing, taking showers at four o clock, hanging on the phone with Arisha all day, complaining about how bored we are...thats life!! not going to school and worrying about a million and one things~!!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm psycho. from this day on, i shall be called psycho tengku. okie?? gooooood~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i love Trademark - Only Love, DHT - Listen To Your Heart, Jason Mraz, and Simple Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Sheril%20With%20Make%20Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/320/Sheril%20With%20Make%20Up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(papa's going to kill me for posting up this picture, but I couldn't resist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114251633184256715?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114251633184256715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114251633184256715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114251633184256715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114251633184256715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-havent-been-updating-shoot-me-why.html' title='So I Haven&apos;t Been Updating, Shoot Me Why Don&apos;t You!?'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114163665530100186</id><published>2006-03-06T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:26:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape by Tengku Sheril Amirah Bustaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before you ask, yes, its pure fiction. and before you ask, no, not following the trend that my sisters seem to be setting. and before you ask, yea, you're supposed to comment after reading...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; She held back her tears as she turned away and left. As her room door slammed shut, she collapsed on her bed and released her emotions. Tears fell like droplets of rain. She buried her fair face into her pillow and sobbed heartily. Soon, her pillow was soaked. She emerged from it transformed. The bright eyes shone with tears. The clear face was stained with tear marks, the sharp nose as red as a rose. The glow of happiness that had once lit her face was gone. All that shrouded her was sadness,pain and betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  Swiftly, she picked up her phone and dialled a familiar 8-digit phone number. To the person she knew would accept her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; "Becky, its me. It happened again. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to escape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; As she walked down the dark and cold street, she recalled the episode that drove her out of her own house. The incident hit her like a lightning bolt and hurt her like a dagger that went through her heart. Her mother, the money, the belt, all of it. She closed her eyes and stopped in her tracks. She had reached the end of the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"not quite yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; she thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"not.quite.yet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; She lugged her haversack further down the lifeless street and stopped at the end of the curb. Her gaze fell on the lit window across the street. Her features elegantly twisted into a smile. The happiness returned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"my escape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; she said and took a step toward the house. One Step. Two Steps. Three Steps. and then, with a resounding crash, a car knocked her down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; In her room, Becky heard a loud crash on the street and looked out of the window. And there, sprawled on the street and soaked in blood, was a body of a girl. Becky grew numb. She rushed down the stairs and out the front door. Then she stopped. Slowly, she moved towards the corpse with thoughts running through her mind. Her soul sister. Her funny valentine. Her best friend. Her eyes identified her friend at once, and Becky let out a scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Later that fateful morning, Becky sat alone on the curb. The police had gone. The blood was washed. The body removed. A tear drop fell, and then another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"you were going to escape"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Becky said softly. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, and a low voice was heard. A voice familiar to Becky's ears. Her voice. and it said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; "i have escaped. I have..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;- end - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114163665530100186?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114163665530100186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114163665530100186' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114163665530100186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114163665530100186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/03/escape-by-tengku-sheril-amirah.html' title='Escape by Tengku Sheril Amirah Bustaman'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114112389943933189</id><published>2006-02-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:51:39.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing Is...</title><content type='html'>the thing is, i could be editing my drama script if ms.tan had told me what she wanted changed&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i'm not even supposed to be online&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, the scorching heat is driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, my &lt;a href="http://mokciknab.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; hasn't given me my Geisha book back yet (round two eh?)&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i finished my piano assignments and all my chores for once&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i should be getting a headstart on my homework&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, as "mdm president" i managed to get our choir a keyboard (thank you &lt;a href="http://mokciknab.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i scraped through the semi final's of SEA Forensics 06 (impromptu category)&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i've sorted out all my pictures on my hard disk (i'm so proud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i'm out of things to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114112389943933189?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114112389943933189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114112389943933189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114112389943933189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114112389943933189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/02/thing-is.html' title='The Thing Is...'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114087876197971731</id><published>2006-02-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:46:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Up! This Is A Rant!</title><content type='html'>i'm down with a flu, which sucks. my nose is all red again, ugh. hate this hate this hate this hate this. i need Nurofen. god bless the founder of tissues and Nurofen. whoever you are, you rock~! was kindly given a Clarinase by Regina just before Darryl and Daniel (long time KLCC friends)'s recital, but it didn't really help much. It just kept the sneezing to the minimum and the flowing of booger to the maximum. once again, thank God for tissues. well, in my case, it was only one tissue. a single, Secret Recipe tissue. to last me an hour. its amazing how I managed to salvage that tissue throughout the whole recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is irritating. very very irritating. ugh. i hate thissssss.......i hate having a cold. I seriously do. morning sinus i can handle, a cold, i can't. it makes my nose all red and runny, and makes me look like Rudolph. stupid cold, stupid cold, stupid cold. eeeeee~!! *shriek!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114087876197971731?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114087876197971731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114087876197971731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114087876197971731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114087876197971731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/02/heads-up-this-is-rant.html' title='Heads Up! This Is A Rant!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-114018722338220149</id><published>2006-02-17T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:40:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FIVE Things (one extra for forcing me to update my blog you breadsters!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Jobs I've Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) kindergarten kid&lt;br /&gt;2) primary school kid&lt;br /&gt;3) lower secondary school kid&lt;br /&gt;4) choir president (ha di dah...i know, its a job &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I HAVE&lt;/span&gt;, but still.)&lt;br /&gt;5) upper secondary school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Movies I Can Watch Over And Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kal Ho Naa Ho (best movie for depressin' days...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRY CRY CRY&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Salaam Namaste (this was sooo westernized..but how can I turn down Priety Zinta, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOPLESS&lt;/span&gt; Saif Ali Khan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a beach!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Khabi Kushi Khabie Gham (its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; full of family values..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;*)&lt;br /&gt;4) White Chicks (one word - farnie.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Miss Congeniality (the first one. yes. heee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Places I Have Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my school (i practically live there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; me)&lt;br /&gt;2) KL girl all ze way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm only fifteen ler, whaddya expect!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Television Shows I Loved To Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Desperate Housewives (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak season two!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) One Tree Hill (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak season twoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3) Charmed (dun watch it anymore...no time~)&lt;br /&gt;4) My Wife And Kids (hee hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;5) North Shore (more topless guys,more beach,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whee...~&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I Have Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;1) Pulau Redang (luved it. wanna move dere..haha)&lt;br /&gt;2) Kota Kinabalu (de shangri-la there is divinee...*swoon*)&lt;br /&gt;3) Pulau Langkawi&lt;br /&gt;4) Pulau Pinang&lt;br /&gt;5) Beijing, China (its alot of walking...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Of My Favourite Dishes&lt;br /&gt;1) Lasagna (Garfield and I will get along just fine..)&lt;br /&gt;2) Mash Potatoes (mmmm!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Assam Laksa&lt;br /&gt;4) Steak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Monte's, BSC&lt;br /&gt;5) McDs *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Websites I Visit Daily&lt;br /&gt;1) hotmail&lt;br /&gt;2) http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;3) the family blogs&lt;br /&gt;4) the xangaians&lt;br /&gt;5) google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I Would Rather Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;1) in bed. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;2) on vacation&lt;br /&gt;3) choir...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4) at a restaurant, piggin' out&lt;br /&gt;5) Actors Studio Bangsar (har har har)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Bloggers I'm Tagging&lt;br /&gt;1) Kak Lisa&lt;br /&gt;2) Aaron Teoh&lt;br /&gt;3) Reggie Goo&lt;br /&gt;4) Tyler ~&lt;br /&gt;5) Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-114018722338220149?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/114018722338220149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=114018722338220149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114018722338220149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/114018722338220149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/02/five-things-one-extra-for-forcing-me.html' title='The FIVE Things (one extra for forcing me to update my blog you breadsters!)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113958197396511294</id><published>2006-02-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:32:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Post Of President Goes To...</title><content type='html'>...it ain't world politics if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT's&lt;/span&gt; what your thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who got elected Assunta Choir President '06??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess guess guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok, i'll tell you. = me. hahahahaahhahaha~!!! yea, me!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;president&lt;/span&gt;!!! its quite funny, I've never been a board member before. in anything. whee~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; happy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113958197396511294?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113958197396511294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113958197396511294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113958197396511294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113958197396511294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-post-of-president-goes-to.html' title='And The Post Of President Goes To...'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113941216400512637</id><published>2006-02-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:22:44.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Humblest Apologies</title><content type='html'>sowwy...my last update wasn't exactly very detailed...so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I went out with my fellow soprano sista Farisya to Mid Valley, she wanted to go shopping. She got this top from Zara, that was very nice. and we went walking and searching for a birthday present for Max&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my sorority brother, who's in Singapore)&lt;/span&gt; and a farewell gift for Tracy, who has left for Sydney yesterday. We got Max soemthing and we got Tracy nothing. I gave her a diva necklace from France instead. It was decided that Farisya would bring the present to Max when she goes to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Friday, i went to send William off at KLIA. It was sooo sadd.... so I dowan to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CNY KL Children's Choir Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, the KL Children's Choir(aka KLCC) had our CNY party. The little kiddies sang two chinese new year songs, it was quite cute listening to them go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"piao piao piao piao li piao"&lt;/span&gt; heheheee... and us seniors sang one chinese song that was very operatic. hehehe. then we had FOOD~!!! and not to forget ang pao from dear Mama-San(susanna)...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy's Farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the KLCC party, I car-pooled with Tracy to Mama-San's house for her(Tracy's) farewell party. It was a pot luck thing, so we brought the leftover pastries and stuff from the KLCC party. Reggie's lasagna was heaven, and Ryonn's spagetti was delish. all halal i assure you. then we all sat in a circle and talked, and wished Tracy well. it was fun. very very fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;School (no, i didn't forget. how could I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School so far has been very physically painful. had alot of homework yesterday, i wrote so much notes for Sejarah my fingers swelled up and were so painful. oww...poor me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( page, somewhere towards the end)&lt;/span&gt; Jane has left Mr.Rochester and met the Rivers&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that are her cousins, only she doesn't know it.)&lt;/span&gt; she's now the mistress at St. John's village school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently wondering - if Jane's going to couple with St. John. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i hope not, because that would be sickly wrong...ugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember When It Rained by Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Josh Groban..aaaa~!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently feeling - very bedamnedly hungry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dinner was a great disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan itulah berita minggu ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113941216400512637?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113941216400512637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113941216400512637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113941216400512637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113941216400512637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-humblest-apologies.html' title='My Humblest Apologies'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113905293981381032</id><published>2006-02-04T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:35:39.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Sheril, Bad</title><content type='html'>o'kaay, so i've had a WHOLE week to update, with ALOT of free time(ok la not THAT much free time, but enough!) but noooo...leave it to the last minute. typical me. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've basically lost contact with my supermom sister, and my brother because they've changed their blog addies and I'm too lazy to go look for em. can i request tat you leave a comment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; a URL dis time?? *pwease pwease pwease i wuv you~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new going on, CNY was a blast...ate alot, laughed alot, played alot of cards, gymrammy, stuff like tat. i've got a dozen pictures to update so dis is a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....quickie done. wait till i get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113905293981381032?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113905293981381032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113905293981381032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113905293981381032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113905293981381032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-sheril-bad.html' title='Bad Sheril, Bad'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113828398831413672</id><published>2006-01-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:59:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhale, Exhale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comment replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kak lisa - no sweat, just alot of work, and pain. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farris - yeas I can...Die. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dear sister in law - oh yeaaa, life is sooo easy right now. no deadlines, HAH. I'm doing Original Oratory and Impromptu Speaking. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have the time to update tomorrow because I will have to go into pre-CNY mode, so here's a nice long update to last you people the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Audition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to audition three times, because the first time, they said the composition was good but they want something more original, and new, and fresh. So I had to come up with 2 paragraphs of something original. Don't feel like talking about the other two auditions. One thing is for sure, I had a-lot of waiting to do. I got my topic, and if you wanna find out what it is, call me or send me an email, wahteva..they(my teachers) will make their final decision tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helping Out A Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my best friends Arisha decided to join Forensics with me(well, it was for my sake to begin with) and she is doing Oral Interpretation, Original Oratory, and Impromptu Speaking. She has caught the teachers' attention, and she has found her new calling. I have to say, she is good at it. She has always been a good speaker, and she writes, but it was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"scraps"&lt;/span&gt; as she calls them, she doesn't/didn't do it as religiously as I did haha. I'm glad for her and am confident she'll do well(provided she gets through). She made it through to the final auditions of Oral Interpretation, and she has to find a new angle for her Original Oratory, because her first two topics weren't very original. But she is really working her butt off for tomorrow's last audition(which I won't have to go for because I already delivered my piece) and she seems very enthusiastic about this (as we Malaysians say - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersemangat&lt;/span&gt; *grin*) so I wish her luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zit Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to my messed up sleep cycle, lack of appetite, and work, I have been neglecting my looks, and now, i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MANY ZITS&lt;/span&gt; on my face, I look even shittier then I did before... in the morning, I look like a corpse with red dots on its face. Why does this happen to me?? why!!!~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saying Goodbye&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to leave next - Tracy (Feb 7th)&lt;br /&gt;                               - William/Delilah (Feb 8th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaa!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to mokciknab - you better not be leaving soon either, in my current PMS phase, I might just explode with emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading = Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontè (page 267)&lt;br /&gt;                                   this rocks!! if you haven't read it go get the book at read it people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to = Wordplay by Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;                                         aaaaa~!! love Jason Mraz's voice!! love it love it love it!! anyone wanna&lt;br /&gt;                                         get me his CD?? he cures all my sorrows *sigh....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking = to eat or not to eat?? (tak lapar, tapi rasa nak makan ler...macam mane&lt;br /&gt;                                    ni??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to = a whole week with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belated Birthday Wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the male rotidua@onEdge&lt;br /&gt;to ms.kiran pillay&lt;br /&gt;to yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan itulah berita minggu ini. sekian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahah. yr turn to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113828398831413672?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113828398831413672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113828398831413672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113828398831413672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113828398831413672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/01/inhale-exhale.html' title='Inhale, Exhale'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113776555427733912</id><published>2006-01-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:59:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stressaholic</title><content type='html'>you do NOT know how glad I am that its Friday. From monday to thursday, I spend all my free time wishing that it was Friday. Every Friday, I leave school screaming "The end of the week is finally HERE!! My life starts again!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear there is no end to the work I have to do. I have to prepare for the SEA Forensics Tournament at ISKL in February(auditions are this Monday, and I'm required to write and present a piece. my topic - STRESS) and Interact Club work to do.... I do not HAVE a sleep cycle, an appetite or hyper active time anymore. I am so PMS-ey that my friends have to be TACTFUL around me...Kaneges, one of my closest and honest friends, said to me that I'm no fun anymore. My usual reaction would be "AAAAA~!! I NEED MY LIFE BACK!!" and you know how I responded???!?! I said "whatever." yeas, WHATEVER. OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying every day of my life, this is sooo hard. but only one word eggs me on, and pushes me forward, and keeps me going. iPod. yes, the sacred word. hhahahahahahahhaha *psycho* movin' on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious my darlings, I will give you people a proper update I PROMISE~!! and I now see comments, YAY!!! muax muax Kak Lisa!! and thanks Fish!! now..comment about what you think about this very idiotic post ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113776555427733912?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113776555427733912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113776555427733912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113776555427733912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113776555427733912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/01/stressaholic.html' title='The Stressaholic'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113680923085258173</id><published>2006-01-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:37:39.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i actually made a solemn vow to update my blog today, yea...I did. haha. I figured out my topic for today's blogpost last night whilst lying in bed. after deciding that I will blog today, I fell asleep. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when I was younger(like, nine or eight years ago), I used to go to bed at nine pm and before I went to bed, I was told a story. Don't get me wrong, my parents never bore'd me to bed..their stories were actually very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, both my parents told me very different stories. My mom would tell me semi realistic stories with realistic morals, like, not talking to strangers(in which the story would be a girl babbling her baboon head off to some maniac and gets kidnapped and sold to Thailand), never straying off alone(rape), etc. My dad, would dash through a made up on the spot story, and make it up to me by singing me a song of my choice(ranging from The Carpenters to the Bee Gees). My dad's a very good singer, so as soon as he's done singing, I'd already be on the way to dreamland. Whereas my mom, would talk to me till I fell asleep(which rarely happens, I usually bore her to sleep and then fall asleep myself out of boredom). The rule was that I wasn't allowed to be awake once both my parents were in the room, because that would be considered "late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started changing as I entered Std. 3. I guess it was either because I had grown too old for storytime or my parents had simply run out of stories/songs to tell/sing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very good story teller myself. I was once told by my aunty to put my cousin brother to sleep, and he asked me for a story, and I just said this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There was once a prince that lived far far away. one day, he went riding and met this beautiful girl. He loved the girl and decided to marry her. and they lived happily ever after. The End"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; He demanded another story, so I just read him something out of Dr. Seuss(green eggs and ham are my savior)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I go to bed, I stare at my ceiling and let my mind wonder astray. When coffee overload kicks in, I trash about, and finally give up, and get out of bed and sulkily return to the light of the living room.But thats totally irrelevant. Bah. blog post over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113680923085258173?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113680923085258173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113680923085258173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113680923085258173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113680923085258173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2006/01/storytime.html' title='Storytime'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113585910467334015</id><published>2005-12-29T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:25:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes Of 2005 by Sheril's Wacky Friends</title><content type='html'>I'm in the mood for this, take a look at what my friends have to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Shahila&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she is like a lil' sis 2 me... can b noisy sumtimes... nice girl 2 interact with... she's all grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;up now... she's not a girl NOT yet a woman... she's more like a lady now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Elyse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; i alwayz thot u were thin, n u are! eat a bit more la wei... bt.. thin oso gud, grow up bcome model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalina &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she really is one teror person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes-Lyn &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my furst impression on her was really bad..coz i thought she was a snobbish kind of gal..but as i noe her better..she aint dat bad..though she is 2 sum other ppl..!erm..overall ur nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;la..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neshaal &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this baboon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;here is a very nice fwen ..oni knew her this year{ sumhow }.....i thought u were that kinda person when i first so u...hahahaha....she is alwiz there 4 u...n she relly loves choir { WAT IS SO NICE BOUT CHOIR ?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hmmm... strange girl. In a special way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; of course heh heh. *ahem*A very young and ambitious young lady who likes to take control, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she is nice..fwenly...cute...funny...has a gr8&lt;br /&gt;voice...skinny(lolx)..smart...hot...sexy...caring..n totally awesome!!!....she is alwiz there wen u need her n alwiz lend a shoulder 4 u 2 cwy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she's helluva big influencer! persuasive and a smooth talker! with her smile, her sweet words coated with honey, she can melt anybody's heart! even a person made of stone. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She has a mind of her own. Stubborn at times. But, she 's able to fend for herself and stand up to anybody! Can very well protect those closest to her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In short, she's just like a Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She's a sweet gal with a keen sense of observation. She's confidant, beautiful and charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiang &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Spoilt rotten@Typical of any city kids...lolz Change a lot since i last saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;her...Turned to a fine young lady^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraya &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Really cool person...Hates Agama classes....If I'm not mistaken :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; she is one sassy beu - ti - fullll human in both wayz in and out ... shes a gurl with looks that can burn u down .... and then there iz her smart cool and flavoured personality .... (shes a chick with ATTITUDE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvena &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dis gurl here is a royal pain!And i mean it 100%!But she is alwiz there wen u need her n is a really nice fwen.She is quite talented in singing n really puts lots of effort in wateva she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;She's fun and openminded. She's a very talented young girl and who can sing and really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;speak out in public. She's also outgoing but she can be stubborn sometimes if you ask me. She likes chocolate so much and she cant live without it. she's a very sincere person who appreciates friends and treat them like family.. I'm just thankful and lucky to have a pet sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivani &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; well, I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED HER SOOOOOO MUCH in primary school X______X now, i practically hang with her everyday in school, lolz, what dey say istrue..things always change in secondry school =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sheril is this really really sweet girl. She's kinda childish at times but that comes with the package and its really cute. She's also very well voiced when it comes to her views so this is one girl that speaks her mind. She's also very caring and understanding when needs be and she's the sweetest girl i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farisya &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;she's cheerfull....cute and bubbly ...3 in 1 combo...plus the sweet voice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she's vry friendly....active.. cant stop smiling....n most,she's really FRIENDLY!! yup.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;everyone knows that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; She is a very nice person to hang out with... been besties since Year one equals to * long fat years... and 6 dumb tomboy yeas.... har har har..But be very carefull... once she turns in 2 youkai... you'll die for sure... (haha im imune to her!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanisha &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so she cute, pretty, very ummmm ummmm sweet.....k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dis girl is ....is...er...how shall i describe her....ah!!!....i noe...MUSHROOM PRINCESS!!!!i like talking to her but its not normal cuz de best conversations we have are the ones we argue like hell n scream n shout at each other...thats what i like best of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catarina &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This girl ar......she is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5. has a nice not many has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. a little hot tempered (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmm.. she's frenly.. funny... n has the same views as me... on some things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daena &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;true to what she says...she WILL ABSOLUTELY speak her mind..but all round shes a wonderful person...she mite look all innocent but if she pounces on you dont say i didnt warn you...shes fun and shes bold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shes really pretty( i bet alot of guyz trying to pikat her xD )and shes also nice,friendly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;outgoing and tons more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... see why I love all my friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and I know exactly wad Farris would say about me if he had de chance...FISH!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113585910467334015?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113585910467334015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113585910467334015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113585910467334015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113585910467334015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/quotes-of-2005-by-sherils-wacky.html' title='Quotes Of 2005 by Sheril&apos;s Wacky Friends'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113584541353661015</id><published>2005-12-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:34:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted - An iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 266px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/ipod.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wan an iPod! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little slow, so don't mind me. I wan I wan. my New Year's&lt;br /&gt;Resolution(one of them anyway) is to save up for an iPod and to own one&lt;br /&gt;by next year. Not everyone is as lucky as dear Yin as to get an iPod&lt;br /&gt;nano for Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get my iPod, I have to refrain from a) using any of my&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year money (except maybe RM100, or RM50, depends on de&lt;br /&gt;outcome) b) going shopping c) purchasing chocolates, books, or&lt;br /&gt;stationary unnecessarily &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;d) going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!! its going to be a long year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, and if all else fails, I'm going to be asking for an iPod come Birthday and Christmas '06 *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113584541353661015?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113584541353661015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113584541353661015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113584541353661015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113584541353661015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/wanted-ipod.html' title='Wanted - An iPod'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113542299669100285</id><published>2005-12-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:16:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello???Anyone Out There?</title><content type='html'>I've got one more week of free leisure time(which won't be so free since I have school stuff to settle) so I'm going to update my blog as frequently as possibel. All I Ask Of You(people) is to comment (at least, my sisters and sis in law should *grin*). Yea, I'm pretty desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ryonn(22nd) and Boon Dat(23rd) Happy Belated Birthdays! (I already wished you Boon but nevermind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Boon Dat's birthday bash yesterday at One Utama, we had Shakeys for lunch, and Narnia afterwards. I was the youngest there, since everyone else was 17 and 18 and 22. I felt quite out of place at first but then everyone was really nice and stuff so it went pretty well. I met Aaron's cantonese speaking cousins from Kuantan(Michelle, Adeline and Peter) and we got along quite well. William arrived halfway through lunch and Max and Alia came when it(lunch) was almost over. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown one more week to New Years and 2 weeks to choir~! I can't wait. I miss all the KLCCians and the Coro di Piccoli Angelians. Not to mention all my fellow Assuntarians(but no mention of school here, its a stress free post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to wonder (again) if my life is actually that boring. My god. Somebody help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up also with my sister last week, and got the "skanky" top from Land Of The Sand. we went for lunch too. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, I'm lost now. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all, have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(will update tomorrow when I come back from my Christmas rounds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113542299669100285?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113542299669100285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113542299669100285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113542299669100285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113542299669100285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/helloanyone-out-there.html' title='Hello???Anyone Out There?'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113492412842544418</id><published>2005-12-19T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:42:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike The Harp and Join The Chorus</title><content type='html'>yeas, no more productions for two weeks. *sigh* so saaad!! yet so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm having mixed feelings about tis. I really love my choir. heheheeh.&lt;br /&gt;and we got to meet so many new people, and work with the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra(who did a great job, kudos to all of them), and Kevin Field, who guided us(the choir) through the whole production and all the rehearsals. Thank you Kevin for the past month of hard work, it was great working with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it. my pictures can't be uploaded because they are too large. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP ANYONE!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was fun, we only performed the Polar Express once. Michael Lewis was very entertaining. The audience for each show were all really sporting. Opening Night's audience were a little bit more formal. 2nd Show's audience were fun and 3rd Show's audience had talent. Michael made them sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FIVE GOLD RINGS"&lt;/span&gt; for Twelve Days Of Christmas. It was entertaining. To Regina, Tracy and Aaron, thank you for coming. It was nice to see you again Reggie(Goooo!!), you looked hawt Tracy and Aaron, you should wear batik shirts more often(haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl and Daniel, the both of you sang your duet well. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure out how to get the pictures uploaded tomorrow. Sister No 2 and anak anak sekalian are coming to my house tomorrow and I can't wait to see them. till then, tell me what you think of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost,Lonely and Heartbroken(verse one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Failed, I have, and move on I never may,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tears I’ve shed, but things aren’t any different from yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heart ache I’ve felt, but does it mean that it has ended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true, that this relationship can’t be mended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113492412842544418?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113492412842544418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113492412842544418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113492412842544418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113492412842544418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/strike-harp-and-join-chorus.html' title='Strike The Harp and Join The Chorus'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113454100023027428</id><published>2005-12-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:16:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the International Choir Competition is over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(we didn't win)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the MPO Performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre Concert list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) get black hair rubber bands and hair clips - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) get money&lt;br /&gt;3) confirm with Max and Alia if they're going. If not, get two more people to go&lt;br /&gt;4) lay off chocolate stuff and stuff that will agitate throat&lt;br /&gt;5) facial expressions!!&lt;br /&gt;6) carols! High Part and Low Part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think I'm busy, yea, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, its been a long time since I blogged, so i feel obliged to blog right now. hahaha. here's the prob, I dunno wad to blog about. God, I'm actually so lazy to blog and besides not like anyone's going to read wad I'm blogging about so .. hahaa. here's a snippet of a song I'm working on. its called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost, Lonely and Heartbroken&lt;/span&gt; (written specially for ... *ahem* summone)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea la tu, orang tgh bz bz tapi boleh tulis lagu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on second thought, nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113454100023027428?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113454100023027428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113454100023027428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113454100023027428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113454100023027428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/international-choir-competition-is.html' title=''/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113412515306970457</id><published>2005-12-09T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:45:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>today's the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fourteen!! har har har!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my whole family had a surprise birthday party for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my computer, moping haha, and den de doorbell rang and people kept bursting in. it was sooo cool. haahaa. we took alot of pictures. the cake was AWESOME(compliments of my cousin Byron). full, chocolate cake (shhh,nobody tell susanna!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later today, i'll be going to Sea Park school for a full dress rehearsal for tmrw's International Choir Competition(A Voyage Of Song). i'm in pantyhose. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so far, I got a pretty good haul of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASH RM200 people~! MONEY!! JUST THE THING I NEED~!! and a MP3 Player, and CHOCOLATE CAKE. Life doesn't get any better den dis peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113412515306970457?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113412515306970457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113412515306970457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113412515306970457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113412515306970457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113379629809932483</id><published>2005-12-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:24:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Menstrual Syndrome = Kustamang's Short Circuit = Tengku Sheril Amirah</title><content type='html'>yeap. that just about sums out my current situation. ah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caroling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went caroling at the JW Marriot Hotel today. It went pretty well. We had to carol on the Upper Level Ground 3, therefore the only thing that was infront of us was the big white christmas tree. Susanna(my dearest music director), didn't know how she was suppose to conduct the choir, so she just passed on the starting note, it was pretty hilarious. It was like passing a message in a note. "ooo" shalina sung to me..and "oooo" i sung to darryl. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday Haul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Liza, this is for you. so far, the list goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nikon Coolpix 4600 from &lt;a href="http://bustamann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Papa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(already received)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MP3 Player from Aunty No 4&lt;br /&gt;3) Radio CD MP3 Player From Aunty No 5&lt;br /&gt;4) Charm Bracelet from Shalina&lt;br /&gt;5) Goin' Home(TASA YKLS Production) tickets from Aaron&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(already received)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wicked Music Scores&lt;br /&gt;7) Desperate Housewives/One Tree Hill Season One and/or Two DVD&lt;br /&gt;8) A Nice Fashionable Slingbag made out of PVC(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;9) A Nice Fashionable Slingbag like the ones from Tropicana Life(for school)(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10) New black high heels (size 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogthings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Likely A Sixth Born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/forth-born.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when your analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;When  you love someone, you tend to be very giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113379629809932483?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113379629809932483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113379629809932483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113379629809932483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113379629809932483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/pre-menstrual-syndrome-kustamangs.html' title='Pre Menstrual Syndrome = Kustamang&apos;s Short Circuit = Tengku Sheril Amirah'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113337001202279313</id><published>2005-12-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:07:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown -  Eight Days</title><content type='html'>take a wild guess what I'm counting down for. Try probably the most solemn birthday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why so you ask?? here's why. The &lt;a href="http://mokciknab.blogspot.com/"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://elisataufik.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://elisataufik.blogspot.com/"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; that would celebrate it with me are away, the sister that doesn't blog will be working(most probably) and my brother would be working too. My sister in law is most probably still freaking over her lost perdana. The two friends I am closest to (Arisha and Aaron) will be away. Arisha is in UK already. Aaron's leaving for a Love and Life camp(he needs to plan for his future). William and Max, my respected sorority brothers will also be busy. William is ALSO attending Love and Life camp and Max, well, Max is always busy at the studio. Tyler is in Hawaii. Brenda will be working. Kaneges will most probably forget. Farah...lets not mention Farah. Pig and Cow don't even know WHEN my birthday is to begin with. Laksa forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has given me a great birthday present already - a Nikon Coolpix 4600. Its a beauty. Thanks Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make my birthday even BETTER(sarcasm), I have piano on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope these eight days CRAWL by slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what a way to start the month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113337001202279313?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113337001202279313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113337001202279313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113337001202279313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113337001202279313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/12/countdown-eight-days.html' title='Countdown -  Eight Days'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113257775262893473</id><published>2005-11-21T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:10:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What The Heck - Parts One And Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Part One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this back on your BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(applicable to the first ten replies, blogger or no blogger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Part Two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5 Random Facts About Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; 1. I'm in the KL Children's Choir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I eat...alot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't wake up before ten unless its absolutely necessary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't sleep before twelve unless I'm really worn out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I sleep, I'm dead to the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you look at yourself in the mirror, what is the first thing you look at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose and blackheads&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much cash do you have on you today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a student on HOLIDAY, how much do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a word that rhymes with 'test'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite plant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The plant in school that I've fallen on, twice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who is the fourth person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mom Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the main ringtone on your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesu Joy Of Man's Desiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gray three quarter sleeved top from GAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you label yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, other people do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brand of the shoes you are currently wearing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin and Bones *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright or dark room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark..yea man..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at &lt;st1:time hour="0" minute="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrrm, watching Chicken Little&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last text message you received on your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"erm, hehe got la" Shalina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who told you they love you last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shalina - "OMG, I wuv you!!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My furball scrungy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How many drugs have you done in the past three days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;chocolates and a few panadols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Favourite age you have been so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seven, and passing every subject &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The cast of One Tree Hill (Chad Michael Murray[Lucas Scott], Hilarie Burton[Peyton Sawyer], James Lafferty*squeal!!*[Nathan Scott*double squeal!!!*, Bethany Joy Lenz[Haley James], and Sophia Bush[Brooke Davis])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I'm going to blog about it anyway!!" - my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you like someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like some people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A Cinderella Story OST - I'll Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(225, 225, 225);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(225, 225, 225);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113257775262893473?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113257775262893473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113257775262893473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113257775262893473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113257775262893473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-what-heck-parts-one-and-two_21.html' title='Oh What The Heck - Parts One And Two'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113237798064511443</id><published>2005-11-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:26:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREETINGS FROM SITIAWAN</title><content type='html'>heylo!! currently, i'm in Sitiawan, Perak. so far things have been great. We(papa, my mom and I) got here yesterday at about five thirty pm, and then we went out for dinner. The famous dish here is oyster (or as we call it, O - chien). The internet connection in my grandfather's house isn't that great, so i'm at my cousin's house using his computer to post up a blogpost. WHY i'm posting up a post, I have no idea. Oh yesterday, we also had FISH!! (que Farris).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back in KL tomorrow and embracing Streamyass once again! whee!! till then people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113237798064511443?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113237798064511443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113237798064511443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113237798064511443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113237798064511443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/11/greetings-from-sitiawan.html' title='GREETINGS FROM SITIAWAN'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113204371625636743</id><published>2005-11-15T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:35:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, here's something to blog about, Batman Begins. I watched it last night. I noticed that Batman, doesn't HAVE any super powers (except money, which really doesn't count.). He just has really cool gadgets and a great brain(which I would love to have). Not to be mean, but pretty lame for a superhero right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very interesting to see how Batman became Batman. At first I thought I was watching the Last Samurai, not Batman. You know, at the scene where he...you know what? nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that I haven't been receiving any comments on my blog. at first I thought it was because of the festive Raya season(besides, the only two people reading my blog were Kak Liza and Farris, I think.) but now people are back, so why ar?? *cheh, macam la blog I ni begitu interesting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pudgyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are out. I'm pudgy. No, I'm not being&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; diva&lt;/span&gt;-ish and I'm not comparing myself with any of those stick thin human beings either. I'm comparing myself to normal sized people, and I'm PUDGY. pudgy!! everyone's saying it! "Sheril you look pudgier.." or "Sheril, yr face looks fuller." "Have you gained weight?" "why so round!?!" I dunno if its an achievement or what? I say I look ok....haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/gold.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are engrossed in passions that mentally stimulate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek thrills and neglect what's important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see dating as adventure and approach it with an open attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You passion for life makes others passionate about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Having Fun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113204371625636743?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113204371625636743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113204371625636743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113204371625636743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113204371625636743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113137048976268285</id><published>2005-11-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:34:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THIS is School Life!</title><content type='html'>Today, i had to go back to school to replace the raya holidays they gave us. So I went, early, because my friend Arisha called me up last night and told me to accompany her in the morning. I got up at 7.30am. To think that my school would START at that time next year *eeep*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything to do the whole morning. We played BlackJack, Uno, Speed, Bluff, and Snap. All morning. Yeap. We also ate lots of kuey teow and nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1/2 past twelve, the usual rush of students didn't appear. There wasn't anyone there but the two of us, a couple of seniors, and a few other Form 2's (say about, three). Kaneges arrived shortly after that and was shocked at what she saw. An almost empty canteen. We sat around the canteen and talked and laughed and complained about the heat. At 2.30pm, we got so feddup of the heat and climbed to the top of the building next to the canteen (Datin Kathleen Yeoh's building). We sat by the stairs and it was much cooler up there. We stayed up there for about half an hour before heading down to the KH Bengkel. we got a whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bengkel&lt;/span&gt;(workshop) to ourselves so we turned on the fan, occupied a table, and started dealing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.00pm, we put the cards aside and headed to the canteen for more char kuey teow. I never had recess for an hour before. It was awesome! and I didn't have to fight for a table! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating a lot of char kuey teow and watermelon, the three of us headed back to the bengkel to play more cards. we ended up goofing around instead, telling stupid jokes and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely one of the best days of my life. Spending good hard quality time with my two best friends in school.Aaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;All American Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113137048976268285?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113137048976268285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113137048976268285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113137048976268285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113137048976268285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-this-is-school-life_07.html' title='Now THIS is School Life!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113111463829171312</id><published>2005-11-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:30:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya to all the Muslims out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, raya has been great, plenty has been going on. Will blog about it when the excitement is over. Will see you soon. Bye, hope you're having just as much fun as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chick Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/chick-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're living proof that chicks can rock&lt;br /&gt;You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas&lt;br /&gt;And when you rock, you rock hard&lt;br /&gt;(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113111463829171312?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113111463829171312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113111463829171312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113111463829171312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113111463829171312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113079445317241522</id><published>2005-11-01T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:41:05.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time = 5.25AM</title><content type='html'>*pppssst*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just after sahur, and I haven't slept a wink since I ended my last phone call at two am. I'm not sleepy, was rather bored, tossing and turning in bed for two hours till about four thirty am. Five hours more till 10am. I'm still waiting. The only person I know that's online is Papa(which doesn't really count since I'm only about a few metres away from him). Everyone else(i'm going to take a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;willld&lt;/span&gt; guess here) is sleeping. I feel so out of place. Blame Coffee Bean Ice Blended Mocha for this. That and the fact that I'm going to my friend Kaneges's house later today for a Deepavali gathering. The dress code - a skirt and for us Assuntarians(aka Arisha and I) black. Don't look at me, I didn't come up with it. But I don't usually get excited over things like this. I SLEEP past the appointment usually(well the beginning of the appointment anyway). Why should this be any different?? hmm.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my sleep cycle is just messed up again. It gets like that sometimes. hmm...*thinks*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. BORED at 5.30 in the morning. ah bleagh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look! Farris is online!! Whee!! bubye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113079445317241522?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113079445317241522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113079445317241522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113079445317241522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113079445317241522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-525am.html' title='Time = 5.25AM'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-113033442973217023</id><published>2005-10-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:58:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning - This Post Has Been Overdosed With Insanity.</title><content type='html'>Thats it folks!! I am officially on holiday, starting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaassss~!!&lt;/span&gt; *jumps and dances around blog like a psychotic maniac* Its GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, very happy. Muahahahah.  Happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; Happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; me!!! Whee!! Hahaha, ok ok. Lets get back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Saturday, I went out with my friends Arisha,Kaneges,Syifa,Aaron and Boon Dat to watch Saint Ange. I would advise againts watching the movie because it didn't make much sense to me or my friends but maybe I'm just too blur or something. For one thing, to parents, it would make your 5 year old kids go "ooooo!!" instead of "aaaa!!!!". After the movie we went shopping around Mid Valley. We went to Tropicana Life where I got two badges, one saying "No Risk, No Fun" and another saying plain "Tropicana Life" with a golden dragon. I liked the design so I got it. We then went around to find Kaneges a skirt (ignoring her protests in the process). We couldn't find anything for her that she liked. She purchased a skirt from Jusco afterwards and was very happy about it, so no loss. I left with Aaron at about 3.30pm, the rest (excluding Boon Dat who left in a cab at 3.30pm as well) stayed on shopping. All in all it was a great day, filled with hilarious moments I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday, I went to my cousin Byron's birthday party at Kids Sport and Gym in One Utama. Aaron was also invited so the two of us became the camera crew and babysitters(before the staff in Kids Sport mercifully took over and the kids were allowed to run wild and free in the jungle gym(thats what I call it anyway)). The funniest was rallying the kids to get out of the jungle gym so that the staff could start the games. There were so many kids and all I could see were flashy blurs of kids running around. Aaron, my aunty and I were arguing at the front of jungle gym(sorta.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty = ok, you rally the kids, I'll get them from out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me = Ok, Aaron, you go into the jungle gym to find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron = no way! You go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me = No! You're a guy! it looks cooler if you do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron = What?! No!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(argue argue argue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  *pause* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(come to a conclusion) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me = fine. lets do that then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron, Aunty and I = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*start screaming for Byron*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(byron appears) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty = go get all your friends into a line, NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Byron = ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(15 seconds later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= I think that after reading this post, my sisters will rethink asking me to babysit my nieces and nephews. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-113033442973217023?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/113033442973217023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=113033442973217023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113033442973217023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/113033442973217023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/10/warning-this-post-has-been-overdosed.html' title='Warning - This Post Has Been Overdosed With Insanity.'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112981138954536506</id><published>2005-10-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:13:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random and Miscellaneous - The Sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lazy School Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent all my time laughing and joking in class with my friends. Finals are over and not many people are coming to school. Arisha, Kaneges and I were busy planning our day this Saturday. Its going to be a bomb. Arisha and I are still going to fast, so we save money there. Muahahaha... can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lullaby Of Birdland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, the Assunta Choir girls were learning this song for the annual choir competition. I never finished learning it because I wasn't allowed to go for the competition since I had exams. When I was learning this song, I sang it at a slow lullaby-ish pace. Recently, I encountered an Ella Fitzgerald version of the song. It was upbeat and jazzy. Really chick. I'm going to guess that the version I was learning was a choral version, therefore not so funky and jazzy. But I like both versions of the song. Its good to have variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing = My Files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a bigger hard drive and more space, my things get scattered everywhere I can't remember where everything is anymore. I've been relying on the nifty Search button in My Computer to search for what I want, so things haven't been that bad. I better pick a day to sort everything out. Its like moving into a house and having everything everywhere and not sorting it out and ... you know what, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vincent(Starry Starry Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard Don McLean's version, and then I heard Josh Groban's version. Aaaaaaaaaah..I love Josh Groban!! and his verson of Vincent. Its so...sweet and gentle and ... indescribable. and he's good looking too.. *drooll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another something from Blogthings to end the blog post. I thought this quiz was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/pensive.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blog like no one else is reading...&lt;br /&gt;You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.&lt;br /&gt;Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.&lt;br /&gt;But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112981138954536506?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112981138954536506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112981138954536506' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112981138954536506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112981138954536506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-and-miscellaneous-sequel.html' title='Random and Miscellaneous - The Sequel'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112965347516163035</id><published>2005-10-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:31:47.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random and Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Performing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss performing. I haven't been on stage for a long time. I miss the stage. I miss the Four Seasons. I miss all those rushed dinners, half an hour make up sessions, warm up sessions before the shows, the waiting backstage. I miss Ian(the stage manager) telling us time and time again that when waiting backstage, we're suppose to maintain total &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; (we never did.). I miss walking on stage under the bright lights and looking up to Susanna(who will be grinning at us and asking us to smile). I miss chatting with Aaron and Yin backstage in between the quirky acts of the tenors and basses. I miss the fun times I had with my friends...self photography sessions with Regina, aftermaths with Max(these were the times when I felt I screwed up really badly, and he assured me otherwise), light-switch searching moments with Kevin, gossiping with Alia, (and the list goes on). Most of all, I miss the feeling of performing onstage with my friends. Performing solo just isn't the same. The energy is different. The sound is different. Somehow even the vibe I receive from the piano is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my next choir performance is end of November. My solo recital with the other Senior Level students from the KLCC is a week after that. and I'm missing the stage already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I honestly hope this feeling is a one off thing, because if it lasts till then, I'm doomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think I'm cursed. Here I am, trying my best to fast like a good muslim girl...and everytime I check on my 2nd sister and sister in law's blogs, there, staring back at me, would be names/recipes of something really yummy. Hell, that day Kak Lisa brought out our grandmother's stuffed squid, and I had to read the post in the afternoon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa I tengah puasa&lt;/span&gt;. I think God's trying to test me to see how strong my faith is. I tell you, I will pull through this. I.Will.Pull.Through. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.Will.Pull.Through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Agama Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my agama results back...and...after 3 papers of failing, I finally got a respectable C. Ok fine, it isn't that good a grade, but hellooooo, I passed, so I'm proud of myself. My agama tutor Azira was very happy. Lets all pray that I do better next year ya? *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm freezing. I'm sitting right next to the open balcony, and the wind is blowing in and I'm cooooold. Papa's cold too, he has a jacket and a scarf. It feels like Genting. Aaah...I can imagine Genting now. Winter in Malaysia anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on my friend Regina's blog..I think I shall post one up at the end of every blogpost from now on. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112965347516163035?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112965347516163035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112965347516163035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112965347516163035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112965347516163035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-and-miscellaneous.html' title='Random and Miscellaneous'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112928955703125327</id><published>2005-10-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:32:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final-e</title><content type='html'>Yay!! Finals are officially OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo! *does dance around blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Corpse Bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go bowling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112928955703125327?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112928955703125327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112928955703125327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112928955703125327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112928955703125327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/10/final-e.html' title='Final-e'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112903607644956679</id><published>2005-10-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:07:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>ever had one of those days where you wake up in the morning and feel and know exactly what you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had one of those days where you find the sunlight streaming into your room and it doesn't make you feel that blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had one of those days where everything just seems to go perfectly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had one of those days where you don't have to put up with a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, today was just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tengku Sheril Amirah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112903607644956679?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112903607644956679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112903607644956679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112903607644956679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112903607644956679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112859420849673934</id><published>2005-10-06T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:23:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently I'm:</title><content type='html'>listening to = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cater 2 U by Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why my mom's not home yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drowsy...because of the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112859420849673934?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112859420849673934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112859420849673934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112859420849673934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112859420849673934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/10/currently-im.html' title='Currently I&apos;m:'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112807700449345931</id><published>2005-09-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:43:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fish -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as i'm typing this blogpost, i am chatting with Farris, watching Budget 2006 and my sister on TV3, listening to Rihanna - Pon De Replay, and glowing with happiness. Why? because I don't have to go to school for the next week except for Wednesday, due to PMR. Oh, and this is my first ever blog post on my new computer. Well, not exactly new, but its waaaay better then my Millenium Edition(64MB). I am now using Windows XP with 256MB and i'm very very happy. Bonus for me, i've also got a burner now so I can finally sort out all my songs and burn them into CDs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have spent all day on the computer, sorting out stuff and I've burnt 3 CDs (Andrew Lloyd Webber Collection, Phantom Of The Opera, and Hindi Songs). I've downloaded Winamp, Limewire, Click N Burn, and also CoolEdit. but the CoolEdit is a Trial Version so Farris will help me install it the next time he comes. hahaha! Whee!! *dances around blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To my darling nephew Ehsan, Happy Birthday in advance. Sorry ye, Ki and Cek Mi will have to owe you a present first. Till December k? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For some reason, i feel like jumping around shrieking "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish Fish Fish!&lt;/span&gt;" at the top of my lungs. No its not the translation for the profanity, its the actual thing, gills and all. (disclaimer - at this point, Farris would be laughing his head off. if he was reading my blog.) why I feel like doing this is because well...haha, I crave otak otak. heheheheehhe.. *laughs stupidly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I swear there's something thats sucking the inspiration out of my brain. Either that or I'm just to engrossed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt; to think straight. Oh yes, here's something i shall blog about, ... on second thought, nevermind. *skips off happily*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112807700449345931?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112807700449345931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112807700449345931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112807700449345931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112807700449345931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/09/fish.html' title='- Fish -'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112782933055012415</id><published>2005-09-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:55:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>ok...i think one thing needs to be clarified here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only going to wear a tudung in SCHOOL!! My hair shall still be seen outside of school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've got finals now. tomorrow is my Agama exam. fingers crossed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pray pray pray*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112782933055012415?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112782933055012415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112782933055012415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112782933055012415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112782933055012415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/09/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112740007131141085</id><published>2005-09-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:41:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog Or Not To Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you people misunderstand, its not that I haven't alot of things going on in my life. Trust me, alot of things have been going on...I just don't want to blog about them. its very inappropriate. There's only one thing I can think of blogging of, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(drumroll)&lt;/span&gt; ...ok you know what, I have nothing to blog about actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been great, we had a carnival last Saturday, it was good, went pretty well. My finals are starting next week, and I've been a good girl and studying my Agama and Maths and Sejarah. Yeap, study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution for next year is to wear a tudung for the whole year (no, I'm not trying to be Ms Goody Goody Gumdrops). Papa is obviously really happy, and so is my Azira, my agama tutor. She's been doing a really good job with me. I actually can answer her questions now. Funny ain't it? I guess you have to give me my own time to adapt and absorb what you're trying to tell me. Its not like I don't listen to reason. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm honestly blank right now and I have nothing to say anymore, so I'll update whenever I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112740007131141085?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112740007131141085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112740007131141085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112740007131141085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112740007131141085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog Or Not To Blog?'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112584466924411850</id><published>2005-09-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:37:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...Tunku Shahril Aminah</title><content type='html'>today, i went along with five other Senior Level members of the KL Children's Choir participated in the Nationwide Lower Secondary Singing Competition at the Malaysian Institute of Arts(MIA). We were required to prepare two songs(handpicked by our choir teacher Susanna Saw), one for the semi final round and (if we were selected) the final round. Before I go any further, a big thank you to Papa for taking the time to send me allll the way to MIA and picking me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two pieces were Leave Her, Johnny(for the semi final) and Danny Boy(for the final). Leave Her, Johnny is a british sea shanty and Danny Boy is an Irish traditional song. Before you enter MIA, you have to register at the counter outside and get your number(of your turn). I was given a choice - second or ninth. I chose ninth. Because of my decision, number three onwards had to be pushed up a number. So, I went eighth instead.Before the competition started, we were told to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"shoot off"&lt;/span&gt; our handphones and so on. The first singer sang When The Bees Suck, the second(Shalina) sang Ye Banks and Braes, the third(Daniel) sang Waltzing Matilda(or as the emcee so poetically put it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Waltering Matilda"&lt;/span&gt;) , the fourth and fifth sang chinese songs, the sixth (Darryl) sang In Duci Jubilo, the seventh (Sammy) sang Danny Boy, and the eighth (as the emcee so wonderfully announced &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tunku Shahril AmiNah&lt;/span&gt;) sang Leave Her, Johnny. the ninth girl sang Destiny and the last girl(Keilly) sang Sebben, Crudele. We had to wait about twenty minutes before the finalist were announced and all the KLCC's did were laugh our brains out at how we sang, or how the emcee put our names/song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, mr. ian lim announced the semi finalists that didn't make it(there were four by the way) and presented them with their certificates. Four out of Six KLCC's made it into the finals. Darryl, Daniel, Keilly and ....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; TUNKU SHAHRIL AMINAH&lt;/span&gt;. we were told to step forth and confirm our song and accompanist and also draw our number. Daniel got the last number(six), Darryl was the fourth, while Keilly and I respectively got the number Two and Three. We had an hour to spare so Tracy, our wonderful accompanist, brought us up to the second floor to go through our songs with us. Tracy and I wonderfully conjuered up a slower and better ending for Danny Boy, and I was all set. Ha di dah. The rest of the competition went by like a blur. All I remember is Susanna saying to the emcee "its&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; AmiRah&lt;/span&gt;" before I walked up on stage. I went up, sang, went sharp on my high notes, and sportingly smiled and came down. At the end  of the competition, they announced the consolation prize winners and one of them were....*drumroll* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tunku Shahril Aminah&lt;/span&gt;! thankfully, it says "Tengku Sheril Amirah" on my certificate. and you thought Kustamang was bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112584466924411850?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112584466924411850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112584466924411850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112584466924411850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112584466924411850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/09/introducingtunku-shahril-aminah.html' title='Introducing...Tunku Shahril Aminah'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112576133849848621</id><published>2005-09-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:28:58.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Whoopee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its back to school for me!! a whole week filled with homework, classmates, choir practice, teachers, spotchecks...yes, its been a great week. as great a week as its been, i'm happiest today because the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEEKEND IS FINALLY HERE!! YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh since I'm already here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Liza - glad you're having a great time in Saudi Arabia, can't wait to have you back in KL again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Long -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;juuuuuuuuuust&lt;/span&gt; wondering, when gonna update your blog?? no pressure sweetie really =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112576133849848621?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112576133849848621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112576133849848621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112576133849848621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112576133849848621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/09/embracing-weekend_03.html' title='Embracing The Weekend'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112547693719831331</id><published>2005-08-31T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:29:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Gear Discovery</title><content type='html'>look wad I found!! Doodle ppl DOODLE~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" id="draw" align="" height="525" width="550"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://two.flash-gear.com/draw/drw.php?f=1&amp;id=117831&amp;amp;a=1942786562&amp;b=111882070"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noScale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://two.flash-gear.com/draw/drw.php?f=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;id=117831&amp;a=1942786562&amp;amp;b=111882070" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="LT" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="draw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="" height="525" width="550"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112547693719831331?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112547693719831331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112547693719831331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112547693719831331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112547693719831331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/flash-gear-discovery.html' title='Flash Gear Discovery'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112524637025503381</id><published>2005-08-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:26:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>its back to school for us students..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week of leisure has been great. Just kicking back, relaxing, hanging with family and friends, waking up LATE, sleeping LATE, aaaaaaaah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the update of what I've been doing for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy lazy day, nothing to do, so just wake up late, eat, shower, go on the computer, eat summore, all the basics. Aaron Teoh hasn't stopped bugging me (aka my phone was ringing off the hook). Also, dearest Max and Alia came back from Singapore. So that was all I did on my first day off school. I was also talking to Farah over MSN about how we must get together to study and stuff because our final is getting close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as boring as Monday, nothing much to do...yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes some excitement. Why?? Because Papa's birthday is TODAY. Mom took the day off so we spent the afternoon preparing for the dinner at night with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; interruptions from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *ahem*&lt;/span&gt; the constant ringing of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; my Digi handphone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ahem aaron teoh ahem*&lt;/span&gt; Okok, Aaron was bugging me because he missed Max and Alia and wanted to meet up with them, and he could only do so if I came along because he didn't want to be a third wheel. In the end, Mom said OK to an outing tomorrow, so Aaron left us at peace. for awhile. The party was a BLAST!! Good food, good company and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grrrrrrrrreeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttt &lt;/span&gt;spirits~! can you ask for anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11 to Aaron's blasting voice telling me that he's at KL Sentral. Hurriedly showered and got ready and by the time I dried my hair, Aaron rang the bell. We left the house after saying Bye to Papa, and took the LRT to Kelana Jaya. Original Plan = meet Max and Alia at Kelana Jaya LRT Station, then take bus to One Utama. We were reaching the Taman Jaya LRT Station when I got a call from Max saying that we should meet them at Mid Valley Megamall instead. Aaron and I hopped off the LRT and took a LRT back to University and took a bus to MV. Once we got to MV, I called Max and he said that they wouldn't be able to make it and that they were very sorry. Grrr.........&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blood pressure rising*&lt;/span&gt; Fustrated and not knowing what to do, I told Aaron the news and he said that we should just eat first then maybe hang around a little. Dialled mummy's number and updated her on my situation. Halfway through talking to her, Aaron grabs my shoulder and points out someone walking towards us. I take a look and see my bestest friend Farah grinning at me. So I tell my mom that I'll be home at 3.30pm as expected and hang up. Aaron insists that Farah and I drag our butts to Dave's Deli to eat lasagna so off we go. It was the dryest thing I've ever eaten in my life. I choked it down anyway. So with the lasagna digested and an hour to kill, we decide to go bowling (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well Farah and I wanted to take revenge because Aaron dragged us to Dave's Deli and he doesn't know how to bowl. Think&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;muahaahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;). An hour and TWO GAMES later, Aaron Nicholas Teoh Guan-Ti has beaten both Farah and I and still insists that he hasn't played before in his life. *glaaaaaaaaaaaaare* He's best excuse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not good, I'm just better. and besides, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME? LIE?! ARE YOU SURE!?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;Damn you la Aaron!! Anyway, Farah has no transport home so my mom permits her to come to my house, so Aaron, Farah and I take a cab back to my place. Aaron stays for about an hour, tuning Papa's guitar with Papa while Farah and I fool around singing Wicked songs. After Aaron leaves, Farah and I just fool around, have dinner then she goes home. It was a great day, and at the end of it, i got to scold Max and Alia too!! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I slept till.....late. Anyway, to the interesting part of the day, Papa and I went to Kelana Jaya for his and Kak Long's birthday bash (aka Family Gathering) It was great too. I played with Arif and all my other nieces and nephews, oh god these kids make me feel responsible. I love all of them to bits and enjoy watching them grow up. Sigh...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god look at the time. Gotta go! BYE! Hope y'all have a great week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112524637025503381?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112524637025503381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112524637025503381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112524637025503381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112524637025503381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112515071592034110</id><published>2005-08-27T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:51:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Change</title><content type='html'>I've finally got it. The MESSY look for my blog! this is THE template for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112515071592034110?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112515071592034110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112515071592034110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112515071592034110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112515071592034110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/better-change.html' title='A Better Change'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112487542932664288</id><published>2005-08-24T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:23:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not many people understand Papa. He's a very honest person, resulting to his friends taking advantage of him.&lt;br /&gt;He's a very hard man, and has very high expectations in me. I pray hard that I do not fail him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt; because I do not want him to be disappointed in me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again). &lt;/span&gt;He is never very vocal about his feelings, but I know that he cares for each and everyone of us Kustamang children, especially Kak Long. Ever since I was a child, Papa has constantly assured me that if anything were to happen to him, I can always count on my eldest sister because she has never failed him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for his sixty first birthday, I thank Allah and ask that He will grant Papa a long and healthy life. For all the sacrifices that he has made for me, it is impossible for me to repay him. Even though Papa and I argue alot, I know that he only wants the best for me. Papa and I do not have many memories together unlike the rest of my siblings, but I hope that he will be there on my graduation day, and on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I apologize Papa for the very in-expensive gift but as you know, I'm on a very tight budget and it is the thought that counts after all. Happy Birthday Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112487542932664288?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112487542932664288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112487542932664288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112487542932664288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112487542932664288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-papa_112487542932664288.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112438310090378304</id><published>2005-08-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:38:20.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay Friends</title><content type='html'>you know, like i've mentioned before, i'm not someone thats well associated with the Malay society. I can count and name all my Malay friends, that are just as different as I am. Many malay girls do not want to be associated with me because they find me different, or as they put it "tak macam melayu pun.". Strangely enough, their parents ENCOURAGE this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years and years later, after i finally turn hostile and am branded a "reject", a girl(who shall not be named) comes up to me. "Why don't you have any Malay friends?" she asks. "I do have Malay friends" I answer. She shakes her head. "Not that kind of Malay friends, as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typical malay&lt;/span&gt; friends.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang Melayu&lt;/span&gt;" she adds, as if I don't speak english. "well.." I begin " I just don't. If they dont want to mix with me, i won't bother.."  She walks away, goes to her friend and says "she's racist." and I gap. "how do you know" her friend asks. "I asked" she replies and walks away to tell another friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't judge a book by its cover . it'll come back and hit you in the head and make you read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112438310090378304?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112438310090378304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112438310090378304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112438310090378304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112438310090378304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/malay-friends.html' title='Malay Friends'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112395186145626722</id><published>2005-08-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:51:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Teaser</title><content type='html'>i was listening to All For One's song I Swear and a thought hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't anyone ever tell you not to swear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, *continues singing the song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, malaysians are ironic. you have to agree on that. I'll write more about this when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112395186145626722?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112395186145626722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112395186145626722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112395186145626722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112395186145626722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-teaser.html' title='Just A Teaser'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112339863384330247</id><published>2005-08-07T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:10:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>ok, this just proves how very lifeless I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. YOUR STAR NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(name of first pet + street you live on):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackstar 8-12-4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no street name, hse unit got la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(cartoon character.haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflections Sri Melaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(wow..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimbo PJ&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ehbleagh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(first initial + first three letters of your last name):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tbust &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ooh, sexy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(favorite animal + name of high school):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doggies Assunta&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(roite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. YOUR BARFLY NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pringles Cincau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (=_= i so prefer mushroom princess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(middle name + city where you were born):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheril Kuala Lumpur&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(roite..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(favorite candy + favorite musician's last name):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Bach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aahh..this could work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyler Maxis Digi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother's maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet's name + first 3 letters of the town you live in):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bus ine asa kua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(say WAD!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112339863384330247?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112339863384330247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112339863384330247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112339863384330247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112339863384330247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112290745402622899</id><published>2005-08-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:44:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Playing</title><content type='html'>Well i've found an interesting enough subject to blog about which is my piano playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my teacher has taken in all my protests about playing any more Richard Clayderman songs and is teaching me how to compose,which suits me very well. I have gotten my sweetest most wonderful Guppy Tyler to photostate Broadway musicals for me, so for now I'm still composing. Tonight I decided to give it a break and revisit old Clayderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to brush up on my Ballade Pour Adeline. Walk In The Woods is fine, but the Ballade is a little ... bleagh now. ok, lost inspiration. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now be known as the Drifting Blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112290745402622899?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112290745402622899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112290745402622899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112290745402622899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112290745402622899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/08/piano-playing.html' title='Piano Playing'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112247831265505018</id><published>2005-07-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:31:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Change</title><content type='html'>well, i got bored of Black and Blue and dull colours. No, I still dont like pink. Soon, i'll post up more interesting stories but for now, just staaaaare at the green you see.  =D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112247831265505018?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112247831265505018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112247831265505018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112247831265505018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112247831265505018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/change.html' title='The Change'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112211745369658473</id><published>2005-07-23T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:17:34.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crash (absolutely fictional)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,&amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot;,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;...cinta sudah jadi...tapi orang mati!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love you but you don't know me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You don't even notice me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The girl standing at your door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Waiting for a 'Hi' or more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Its been six years that passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then one day,finally at last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Christmas came, and so did you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With your gleaming eyes of blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You knocked on my door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And smiled at what you saw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And got down on one knee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then said "Marry me,please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If only I invited you in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If only we commited a sin,&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You wouldn't have turned and left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And met in that horrid crash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;God sent you on that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And also took you away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't blame Him for anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I once felt the joy that Christmas brings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112211745369658473?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112211745369658473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112211745369658473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112211745369658473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112211745369658473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/crash-absolutely-fictional.html' title='The Crash (absolutely fictional)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112160481639771517</id><published>2005-07-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:57:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaTuRdAy!</title><content type='html'>sorry, no pictures from Friday, those you have to claim from &lt;a href="http://bustamann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Papa&lt;/a&gt;. Moving on, the pictures are in backward order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, i'm so sorry...but enjoy anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/YinandSheril.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friend Yin and I after the recital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/SherilandSusanna.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My tutor,mentor,and idol Mama-San(better known as Susanna Saw) and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/TheKLCCesandThreeTenorsJoel.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Three Tenors,Joel, and the KLCCians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from left = idzam,darrel, raslan, sheril, joel, shalina,bruce and sammy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 367px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/ThreeTenorsJoelandSusanna.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The performers with Susanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from left = susanna,idzam,raslan,joel,and bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 488px; height: 366px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/SherilAtWorkperturbed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Close to candid shot of me, doink Aaron asked me to turn, I looked up and snap. Nice picture though =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/JoelstillsingingLilysEyes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel singing Lily's Eyes from The Secret Garden with Idzam&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(picture below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/CloseUpBruceLosingMyMind.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruce singing Anthem from Chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/IdzamsummoreLilysEyes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Idzam singing Lily's Eyes from The Secret Garden with Joel(picture above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/RaslanBeingAlive.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raslan singing On A Clear Day to start the recital&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 402px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/ThreeTenorsFrameNetwork.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "program" of the recital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 336px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/TanishaandSheril.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanisha(Pig) and Sheril(Pwincess) at Starbucks posing with the wonderful Chocolate Milkshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/Sheril.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patiently waiting for the late-comers, Shannya(Cow) and Farah(Kittycat) at Starbucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/Mynewsneakers.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This wonderful pair of sneakers were found in my cabinet, new, and no owner. Well, I adopted them! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112160481639771517?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112160481639771517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112160481639771517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112160481639771517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112160481639771517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/saturday.html' title='SaTuRdAy!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112141169713745980</id><published>2005-07-15T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:16:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i try to go on like i never knew you..."</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no inspiration to blog, but then the poor blogsite looks so empty and bare so I thought I'd give you people dibs on whats happening in an hour and tomorrow just to brighten things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In an hour's time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving the house with Papa to catch an LRT to the Setiawangsa LRT Station and from there hitch a ride from my dearest&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sister in law to KLIA to send Kak Liza off to Saudi Arabia. this is historical because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a) Kak Liza is only going to come back in DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b) I've never hitched a ride with Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nina before&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c) I've never taken the LRT with Papa before&lt;/span&gt;. so in years and years to come, i shall look back on this day and remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to sleep the morning away, and then spend three hours getting ready to meet up with my friends Shannya,Farah,Tanisha and Aaron at Plaza Damas at 4pm(i'll try to be punctual) for Tanisha's supposedly surprise party. Well, she knows something is on, and she knows its at Damas. What she doesn't know is that we're going to take her to a cheapliak italian restaurant and that we've got her a present(well, my mom got the present, but Shannya,Farah and I are takin de credit for it...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i wuv you mammmy*&lt;/span&gt;) Shh! I only posted it here because she doesn't read my blog haha. After we finish eating and all, we're going to go for The Three Tenors rehearsal which is at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my entry. aaron's bringing a camera on Saturday, will get pictures posted up A-S-A-P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112141169713745980?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112141169713745980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112141169713745980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112141169713745980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112141169713745980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-try-to-go-on-like-i-never-knew-you.html' title='&quot;i try to go on like i never knew you...&quot;'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112126576282802336</id><published>2005-07-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:32:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Gone, A Few More To Go *SOB*</title><content type='html'>ta reggie....will miss you so much. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List Of People To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Lisa - Friday&lt;br /&gt;Tyler - August Something&lt;br /&gt;Tracy - next year..so people say&lt;br /&gt;Swit Yen - next year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112126576282802336?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112126576282802336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112126576282802336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112126576282802336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112126576282802336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-gone-few-more-to-go-sob.html' title='One Gone, A Few More To Go *SOB*'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112075235967448172</id><published>2005-07-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:05:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/01/03/desperate_wideweb__430x274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2005/01/03/desperate_wideweb__430x274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 11.30pm(sharp), I turned on the television set to watch One Tree Hill(like many of my friends, I'm a Chad worshipper...chaddd.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*droooll*&lt;/span&gt;) on Star World, but instead, they were showing Oprah Primetime, featuring the cast of Desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apart from the trailers on TV, my sisters did tell me about Desperate Housewives the last time we met(before they decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menuju puncak, gemilang cahaya, menguji cinta, seindah rasa...&lt;/span&gt;) so since I was waiting to watch OTH anyway... I watched the interview. So basically, I summarize the show and it turns out like this =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about 5 housewives living on the same lane, and each of them is desperate in a way for something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle Solis(played by Eva Longoria) has everything money can buy, and a hot gardener that she's having an affair with...(not fair..., 17 year olds should stick to young girls...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; hot ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Mayor(played by Teri Hatcher) is a stressed single mom who is just looking for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree Van De Krap(played by Marcia Cross) is a perfectionist who pisses everyone of because everything has to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;...kinda reminds me of someone I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edie Britt(played by Nichollette Sheridan) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the seductress&lt;/span&gt; in the neighbourhood...I think they got the best person to play that role, because Nichollette Sheridan has those pouty lips that are really seductive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette Scavo(played by Felicity Huffman) was once career woman, but is now stay at home mom taking care of four screaming kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while googling for information on the show, I found &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/quiz/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; ... I think my sisters would enjoy it...so have fun! I'm going to catch to show one night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112075235967448172?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112075235967448172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112075235967448172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112075235967448172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112075235967448172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/desperate-housewives.html' title='Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112057747503376315</id><published>2005-07-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:31:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked - What Is This Feeling?</title><content type='html'>I ... LOVE ... THIS ... SONG!!! SO ... MUCH ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Galinda(Spoken):&lt;br /&gt;Dearest, darlingest momsie and popsicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba(Spoken):&lt;br /&gt;My dear father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;There's been some confusion over rooming her at Shiz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'll care for Nessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'll rise above it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;for I know that's how you'd want me to respond,&lt;br /&gt;yes, there's been some confusion for you&lt;br /&gt;see my room mate is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;unusually and exceedingly peculiar and&lt;br /&gt;altogether quite impossible to describe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba(spoken):&lt;br /&gt;Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling so sudden and new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;I felt the moment I laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;my pulse is rushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;my head is reeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;my face is flushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;what is this feeling fervid as a flame,&lt;br /&gt;does it have a name, yeeesss,&lt;br /&gt;loathing unadulterated loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;for your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;Your clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;lets just say I loathe it all.&lt;br /&gt;Every little trait however small,&lt;br /&gt;makes my very flesh begin to crawl, with simple utter loathing&lt;br /&gt;theres a strange exilhiration in such total&lt;br /&gt;detestation. It's so pure so strong&lt;br /&gt;though i do admit it came on fast&lt;br /&gt;still i do believe that it can last&lt;br /&gt;and i will be loathing,&lt;br /&gt;loathing you my whole life long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Galinda you are just too good&lt;br /&gt;how do you stand it i dont think i could&lt;br /&gt;she's a terror she's a tartar we dont mean to show a bias&lt;br /&gt;but Galinda you're a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;Well, these things are sent to try us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:&lt;br /&gt;Poor Galinda forced to reside&lt;br /&gt;with someone so disgusticified&lt;br /&gt;we just want to tell you we're all on your side!&lt;br /&gt;we share your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians,                                          Elphaba and Galinda:&lt;br /&gt;Loathing,                                       What is this feeling so&lt;br /&gt;unadulterated loathing                    sudden and new&lt;br /&gt;for her face                                    I felt the moment&lt;br /&gt;her voice                                       I laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;her clothing                                   My pulse is rushing&lt;br /&gt;lets just say                                   My head is reeling&lt;br /&gt;WE LOATHE IT ALL!                       Oh what is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little trait however small       Does it have a name?&lt;br /&gt;makes our very flesh&lt;br /&gt;begin to crawl                              Yess... AAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinda ane Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;Loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians&lt;br /&gt;Loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinda ane Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;There's a strange&lt;br /&gt;exhiliration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:&lt;br /&gt;Loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinda ane Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;In such total&lt;br /&gt;detestation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:&lt;br /&gt;Loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinda ane Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;It's so pure so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:&lt;br /&gt;So strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda and Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;Though I do admit it came on fast&lt;br /&gt;still I do believe that it can last and I will be&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:                               Galinda and Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;Loathing                             Loathing for forever&lt;br /&gt;Loathing                             Loathing truly deeply&lt;br /&gt;loathing you                        Loathing you you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinda ane Elphaba:&lt;br /&gt;my whole life long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozians:&lt;br /&gt;loathing, unadulterated loathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elphaba(speaking):&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galinda(speaking):&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112057747503376315?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112057747503376315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112057747503376315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112057747503376315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112057747503376315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/07/wicked-what-is-this-feeling.html' title='Wicked - What Is This Feeling?'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-112012165019151026</id><published>2005-06-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:54:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long,Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/1600/Kak%20Lisa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7923/609/320/Kak%20Lisa1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Its official, &lt;a href="http://elisataufik.modblog.com/"&gt;Kak Lisa&lt;/a&gt; is leaving for Saudi Arabia to join Abang Taufik soon. Somewhere in July. So far, people on my parting list are my friends. Recently I've bid farewell to my petbrother Max and my sorority sister Alia. They've left to pursue performing arts in Singapore. As for family, Kak Lisa will be the first.&lt;br /&gt; One thing Kak Lisa and I have in common, is falling flat on our faces as kids. According to Papa, the maid that was taking care of her cried when this happened =P. who could blame her?&lt;br /&gt;  Truth be told, I can't really remember much about Kak Lisa(confession right here). Now, whenever Kak Lisa is brought up, the first thing that will click into my mind is Pearl Jam. Like everyone in the family, Kak Lisa reads alot. This is why I'm being encouraged by Kak Long to raid my sister's bookshelves...=P.&lt;br /&gt;  I only meet Kak Lisa at formal functions like Father's Day and birthday's of my nephews yada yada yada. She seldom swings by the house for a visit and I have never babysitted her kids before. There is no strong bond shared between us, but then, she's been really nice and warm to me and w we're still related and I will still miss her. Its not going to be the same celebrating birthdays without her so I hope you'll be back in time for my birthday this year, bon voyage, keep in touch sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-112012165019151026?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/112012165019151026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=112012165019151026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112012165019151026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/112012165019151026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-longfarewell.html' title='So Long,Farewell'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111969741397985805</id><published>2005-06-25T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T19:03:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Listening To = Enrique Iglesias(Quizas)</title><content type='html'>I have fallen in love with this song I tell you. Apart from that, there are a few songs that I have fallen in love with over the week like =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me As I Am from Jekyll And Hyde the musical&lt;br /&gt;You and Me by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;Angel Of Music from The Phantom Of The Opera&lt;br /&gt;Love Will Find A Way from The Lion King II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so imbalanced. I haven't been to choir for a week, the Assunta choir hasn't had any practices since before the exam, heck I've been doing my own vocal training by attempting mezzo soprano parts (one of them the girl part from Take Me As I Am). I've been feeling so stiff too, been attempting to dance but havent got the chance yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration to blog now. Till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111969741397985805?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111969741397985805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111969741397985805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111969741397985805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111969741397985805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/06/currently-listening-to-enrique.html' title='Currently Listening To = Enrique Iglesias(Quizas)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111918893310079523</id><published>2005-06-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:05:31.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa</title><content type='html'>To me, Papa has always been a person to look up to. I have never been known to be ashamed to be Tengku Mohd Ali's daughter. Even as a kid, Papa was always mistaken as my grandfather by all his friends, and I would (in his exact words) rise up to my full height and correct them. Among all Papa's friends and wives, this incident is repeated even as I grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, Papa was the person to run to when Mom got mad. Papa was always the person to run to for information. Papa knew everything. I remember once convincing all my friends that Papa was a doctor. =P of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa has/is always tried/trying to educate me into being a better Muslim. He even tried teaching me agama, once. His efforts proved to be in vain, so he handed this considerably tedious duty, to my ustaza(s). Even now, Papa occasionally rags on me for wearing spagetti straps and my one miserable pair of hip huggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one way of me remembering Papa, it would be that he never approved of me being a tomboy. This was (ironically) however, caused by something my mom told me when I was 10(hormonal changes also had something to do with it but then this was my main reason). She told me that while my mom was pregnant, Papa secretly hoped I turned out to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a boy&lt;/span&gt;. God must've decided to answer his prayer, kind of. Anyway, this resulted to me going around wearing jeans and only jeans, cropping my hair short and spiky, and taking down my friends occasionally. This did not get any better however, when I met my guy friends. I did start wearing occasional dresses and etc, but it did not stop me from taking down guys too. I pray really hard that my niece Aisya, does not choose to follow in my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my friends William and Aaron came over to my house to use Papa's computer for a project. Needless to say, the guys treated me like one of them( a guy ). So Aaron was (as usual) hitting me and poking me, and I would of course, punch him and make him wince. Papa wasn't very amused. =P I did try explaining to him that it was a perfectly normal situation, because I am a tomboy and thats how all of them treat me. Which in my opinion is good, this way they'll never fall for me. Right? Papa wasn't convinced... so I have solemnly vowed to try my best to behave whenever the guys and I are together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY. TRY. TRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In very simple words, I guess what I'm trying to say is, Papa has never given up on me. Although he doesn't believe in everything I do(think - piano. But who can blame him?), he encourages me in my studies, offering to tutor me and also in being a better Muslim. He respects my decision of not wearing a headscarf till I'm ready, and I thank him for that. I know that no matter what I do, I'll never be as good as Papa in anything. He is a person of high standards, beliefs, possesses many skills, and knows how to enjoy life to its fullest, even when things were crappy. So to Papa, thanks for singing to me every night before I went to bed, thanks for allowing me to con you into telling me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ANOTHER &lt;/span&gt;story before going to sleep, thanks for everything. Happy Father's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111918893310079523?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111918893310079523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111918893310079523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111918893310079523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111918893310079523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/06/papa.html' title='Papa'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111885031739990709</id><published>2005-06-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:45:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since Kak Liza didn't tag anyone, I volunteered to be tagged, so here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many books do I own?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, erm, I dunno. That’s a very good question! I’ll get back to you. NEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the last book I bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, don’t ask. The Assunta Choir was working on the song Come To My Garden from the musical, and Susanna told us that there was book, so I went and bought it. Finished it in a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last book I re-read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shopaholic And Sister. Still reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Books which mean a lot to me are (in no particular order):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Dreamworld Of A Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic Abroad&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic Ties The Knot&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic And Sister&lt;br /&gt;Can You Keep A Secret?&lt;br /&gt;…yes, I’m a Sophie Kinsella freak, can you blame me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is this the same as "If i were stuck on a desert island which 5 books would I bring" question? coz it would be a whole different list.. Well, if I knew I was going to be stuck in a desert island, I'd bring:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Secret Dreamworld Of A Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic Abroad&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic Ties The Knot&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic And Sister&lt;br /&gt;Can You Keep A Secret?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Like I said, Sophie Kinsella freak. But then I’d probably only start reading them when I run out of credit to sms…hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tdlarge"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag five others... and that five people are:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, no clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111885031739990709?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111885031739990709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111885031739990709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111885031739990709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111885031739990709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111841254865288111</id><published>2005-06-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:13:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/shalina.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my best friend Shalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalina, I've known you for quite a period of time and in this time, you've grown and matured to be a very sweet,caring person. We've been in dilemma over &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;things that I will not mention, and you handled it well. I hope you'll enjoy being thirteen for the next 12 months, and I hope that this year would bring you many happiness and many many more friends. Big Hugs girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111841254865288111?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111841254865288111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111841254865288111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111841254865288111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111841254865288111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-shal.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAL'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111797575602996960</id><published>2005-06-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:49:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Now...Free. (CRIES!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Narrow&amp;quot;;"&gt;One whole week of choral fest gone…sigh. This is so sad, its like I have nothing else to do but study(which is sad). I’m currently waiting for my mid year results (shivers) and that will decide my choir fate. SIGH… I seriously am not looking forward to the next week. Nothing to do but tuition and worse, piano. I haven’t touched the piano for a long time, I don’t think I can remember how to play my pieces anymore. Eek. The 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Young Singers Choral Festival was very educational, for once, there wasn’t much fooling around, we created real music. Which in a way I guess is what we go there for. Picked up a lot of new techniques from Marcus LaPratt and Martin Nagashima Toft, I really hope they come back again next year. There were also choirs from Singapore who came to perform for us(needless to say, they were awesome) and did really well. I felt quite sad today when we had to leave, I didn’t exactly get to say goodbye to everybody, except William, Aaron, Farah and Tyler. William and Tyler because they were standing at the door and Aaron because he insisted on escorting me to the door, and Farah because I was standing with her. Oh yeas, not forgetting my new friend Melanie(Melmel for short). She comes from North America, and studies in Alice Smith School. One of her teachers is Bruce. The same Bruce in YKLS. Hahahaahah. She didn’t even know he was in a choir.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait for next year’s choral festival, I pray and PRAY to GOD I’ll be able to go. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No clue what else to say, currently working on a story, and a few poems, which reminds me, I haven’t been working on my work in progress for some time. I shall go now, tata fellow human beings. I hope you liked the Four Seasons pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111797575602996960?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111797575602996960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111797575602996960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111797575602996960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111797575602996960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-nowfree-cries.html' title='I Am Now...Free. (CRIES!)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111744641078290515</id><published>2005-05-30T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T18:19:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Seasons Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 286px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/theleavinghumanbeings.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yklsers that are leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/tylerbananapose.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and his banana pose =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 364px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/bruce.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce the tenor doing his victory dance lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 294px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/chamberchoir.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KL Chamber Choir(2 bass,3 tenors,2 altos, and 3 sopranos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 252px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/women.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair maidens of YKLS singing Ach Vie So Bald (ahh why so soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 319px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/autumnleaves.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The macho macho men singing Autumn Leaves (arranged by our very own Geneviene Wong!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/yklsers.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASA Young KL Singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/yklsandklccunity.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASA YKLS and KLCC singing I Believe In Springtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsklcc.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH KOOKABURA LAUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 362px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsklccs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KL Children's Choir (can you see me??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonssherilandaaron.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My *twin* brother aaron and I. (its a long story...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 593px; height: 444px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonssherandshal.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Shalina and I doing close up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 702px; height: 526px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsmummybrendaandkids.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Brenda and her kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 785px; height: 588px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsjesandsher.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes and I posing next to the harp which Regina was attempting to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 737px; height: 552px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsfe-male.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic four with Tracy, our use to be accompanist, and also our friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 752px; height: 564px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsfantasticfour.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fantastic Four squashed up like tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/fourseasonsadikdgnkakak.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kakak Shahila and I ... trying to act normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111744641078290515?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111744641078290515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111744641078290515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111744641078290515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111744641078290515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/four-seasons-pictures.html' title='The Four Seasons Pictures.'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111738504060490527</id><published>2005-05-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:44:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Closes...</title><content type='html'>Well, this WHOLE week has been spent at the Actors Studio (BSC), practices and performances. Pictures WILL be provided once they get to me. First and foremostly, THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO CAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a taxing week, but it was fun while it lasted. I'm so glad I got to perform on stage with the YKLSers, and of course with all my friends. Big hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111738504060490527?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111738504060490527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111738504060490527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111738504060490527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111738504060490527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/curtain-closes.html' title='The Curtain Closes...'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111669365547376048</id><published>2005-05-22T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:40:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear GOD,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On this day, I thank you for putting my mom on earth. I thank you for her love and devotion towards me and also believing in me when everyone else didn’t. I pray that she would live the rest of her life in happiness and I also pray that she doesn’t have to worry about anything anymore. You see, my mom is a working woman by day and housewife by night. She has to cook, clean, earn a living and watch over me always. I doubt its easy. I love her very much and she has done a lot for me. She stands up for me when I’m being singled out and she makes things easy for me all the time. I’ve never known hardship because she makes sure everything is smooth sailing for me. I hope you give her a life as easy as mine from today onwards, because GOD, things haven’t exactly been smooth sailing. She’s very stressed GOD, and I know that she accepts her fate, but she desires a change. She’s tired of always fighting battles, be it for me or for herself, please grant her serenity for the rest of her life. She’s very devoted to you GOD, she tries her best to pray every night, and she always recites the Fatihah. Oh yes, one more thing, GOD please let her know that I love her very very much, and that I always will. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Alhamdullillah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tengku Sheril Amirah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111669365547376048?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111669365547376048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111669365547376048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111669365547376048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111669365547376048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111657836355600147</id><published>2005-05-20T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T16:40:40.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(none)</title><content type='html'>I've secretly been protesting because Papa hacked into my blog and deleted my post on my teachers...which was harsh(the post not the hacking) but true. There IS a very good reason on why I wrote it anyway (one of them - short circuit) but that doesn't matter seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local News&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a choir performance today for the teachers AND choir practice so my morning and half of the afternoon is gone. You could say it was beneficial though, we discovered Sister Enda’s old chamber, the one that she use to stay in, and heard lotsa stories from Swit Yen..ghost stories to be precise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nooootthing huge, just that one of my teachers told me I could bring my handphone to school but then the smart prefects went around confiscating peoples phone so I shoved mine into my back pack. Lucky I brought it though, all the public phones in the school were out of order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cloudy skies with chance of rain. (translated that means I might crack soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Culture Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The YOUNG KL SINGERS present to you the FOUR SEASONS. People its in the Star, NST, Berita Harian, Malay Mail (I think) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and yesterday there was something on Light and Easy. Come support us(well, me at least) its not THAT expensive you know? The sides seats are only RM37, and the center seats RM52. Center seats are nearly sold out, and the side seats for opening are totally out so GRAB YOUR TICKETS FAST.&lt;br /&gt;Dates are 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of May(8.30pm) and matinees shows are on the 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of May(3.00pm) and for kids below twelve its RM42 and RM27. The number to call is 03-20940440 or 03-20941400. now that I’ve given you all the details there is NO reason why you shouldn’t come. Ok? Be supportive … (hint to allllllllllllllll kustamangs…)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111657836355600147?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111657836355600147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111657836355600147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111657836355600147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111657836355600147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/none.html' title='(none)'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111608014049496566</id><published>2005-05-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:49:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Acoustic ROCKED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 641px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/ThisIsAcoustic14hMay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is the gig I went for today...and it rocked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ian,Max and Emmanuel did really well. My personal favourite is Dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which I'm listening to now (Brenda presented me with Ian's EP -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reflections)  The guest artistes Tracy,Alia, Joachim and Annette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did really well. I loved Tracy's song Hear Me Now, it was so touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was a really warm show, because most of the people there were all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YKLS-ers or friends of YKLS-ers. (more pictures when Regina uploads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;them) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;till then tata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111608014049496566?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111608014049496566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111608014049496566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111608014049496566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111608014049496566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-acoustic-rocked.html' title='This Is Acoustic ROCKED!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111574324965174123</id><published>2005-05-11T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:40:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Friction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt; What happens when you tell your parents you're bored? Mine would say "They are plenty of things to be done. Go do it" Here's a tip, DONT TELL THEM! i was recovering today, and I had absolutely nothing to do after completing my tuition homework and practicing my piano. So, after agama tuition, I decided to write a short story. Its my first attempt in writing something that is up to parr with my sisters so ... forgive me if I don't reach that level yet. Hey! i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;   It was a dark gloomy night and the leaves of the bamboo trees flirted with the sky. Mira sat alone by her window, staring at the sight that laid before her eyes. Darkness. “there isn’t a single star in sight” she thought. “and no clouds.” her thoughts were disturbed by a sudden movement down below. The street lamps were faulty as usual, and only one single lamp flickered in the dark night. Under it was an elderly man dressed in rags, lying on the pavement. Mira continued watching him, and after a while the man shifted his position. “obviously he’s trying to make himself feel more comfortable.” She thought again. The man stirred again and soon he fell asleep. Mira then climbed into bed and soon fell asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next night, Mira was watching the sky again. Thunder flashed and lighting roared. “Its going to rain soon” she said to herself. Her eyes immediately darted to the flickering street lamp and scanned it for the elderly man. He was there again, lying still on the cold pavement floor. “He doesn’t realize its going to rain. I should warn him, but how?” Mira thought. Then she was inspired. She found an umbrella in her room, and then “innocently” dropped it out of the window. Her aim was good, and she hit the man right in the head. He looked up just after Mira hid behind the curtain. The rain poured and the elderly man opened up the umbrella. Mira climbed into bed and fell asleep peacefully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;From that day, Mira always watched the elderly man at night. She watched him, and made sure he was at ease right before she went to bed. She found it funny that when it rained, he never retreated to a shady area, but he held her umbrella up high. Then one night, just as she took her place by the window to watch the elderly man, he wasn’t there. She stayed up all night, waiting and waiting. “maybe he had enough of this lamp post and moved to another one” she thought. But still she waited. She soon fell asleep by the window. The next morning, Mira read in the paper that the elderly man, captioned as “the &lt;i&gt;kutu rayau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(the loiterer)” &lt;/b&gt;was found dead yesterday afternoon by the street lamp and his only possession was an umbrella. The article itself was rather small and was at the corner of one of the pages. Mira pointed out the article to her father “I knew him dad. That umbrella is mine. I gave it to him.” She said mournfully. Her father chuckled and replied “Kutu rayau pun mira tau? (you know a loiterer too?)” and he went off to work. Nobody cared about what happened to him, except Mira. She was his only friend, and the only person who cared about him. And he never knew her at all, conversed with her or even seen her. That elderly man must’ve done many good things, to have a guardian angel watching him every night from her window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111574324965174123?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111574324965174123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111574324965174123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111574324965174123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111574324965174123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/fiction-friction.html' title='Fiction Friction'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111562922437377859</id><published>2005-05-09T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:00:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 632px; height: 891px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v717/tgsherilamirah/Fourseasons.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I gave you the preview and now I give you the very pretty poster. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets can be purchased at the Actor's Studio@Bangsar Shopping Center. See you there!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111562922437377859?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111562922437377859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111562922437377859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111562922437377859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111562922437377859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/shameless-advertising.html' title='Shameless Advertising'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111556436389786016</id><published>2005-05-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:59:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY</title><content type='html'>to all mammys out there happy mother's day. here's a little something for you moms out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Magic Of Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Mommy makes my day bright,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy makes my badge shine,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy helps me clean my room,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using only a mop and a broom…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Mommy helps me with my homework,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy pays bills that come like clockwork,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eggs will be sunny side up,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I wake up…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;She loves me for who I am,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeas mam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s with me every second of the way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its nice to know she’s here to stay…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;She may scream and I may pout,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be skinny or rather stout,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s there for me through thick and thin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love her for who she is…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111556436389786016?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111556436389786016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111556436389786016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111556436389786016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111556436389786016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS DAY'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111513764496838796</id><published>2005-05-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:29:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Clear Off! Mimi Short Circuit!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, my sisters and my dad had their fair share of short circuiting, now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, innocently walking back to my class from the canteen, to be stopped by Sarah Lim and told that I have to collect my photos from Melissa Choon now and that I missed a meeting again. So I went to Melissa Choon who asked me why I'm not wearing a vest and why I missed the meeting again. I apologized, told her Sarah was suppose to brief me on the meeting because I couldn't come down early for recess because I had com.(Computer) on Tuesday. So then Melissa picks out the photo and gives me a copy, and I ask for my candid copy. she tells me I didn't pay therefore I dont get a copy. I tell her that I did pay Reema RM4 for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOTH&lt;/span&gt; the pictures but she says Reema only gave her RM2...curses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is where the short circuit part comes in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the picture, walk back to class mumbling this =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid reema how dare she not pass the money to melissa choon and how dare these people say I didn't pay... how dare all of them... eeee I'm so mad. I'm gonna go crack soon, well at least I have a great lesson ahead of me.. what do I have now? oh yea, Rosnah(BM teacher)... I take the great lesson back ... hope she's not in class yet i need to stop by the toilet and scream my lungs out ... its just..eeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm so mad!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CHOOSE TEACHER's PETS TO BE ON THE BOARD. I WORKED HARD DURING PROBATIONING AND I DIDN'T GET CHOSEN TO BE ON THE BOARD BECAUSE FREAKING SHALOMIE HATED ME FOR NOT DOING HER BIDDING AND LETTING HER TAKE CREDIT FOR EVERYTHING I DID!! IF IT WASN'T FOR MELISSA CHOON THE BOARD WOULD'VE CRASHED... WELL NOW THEY LOSE MY MONEY AND SAY THAT I DIDN'T PAY. OOH REEMA YOU JUST WAIT TILL I SEE YOU, I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY ME BACK!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally reach the toilet, get into an empty cubicle, shut the door, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAAAAAAMMMM!!&lt;/span&gt;!(nobody hears you when you scream in the toilet surprisingly) then go back to class. Luckily, Pn Rosnah isn't in class yet or she WILL give me a DC(detention) for being late. Well ta for now, i need to go stuff my face in a pillow and scream like there's no tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mimi Short Circuit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111513764496838796?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111513764496838796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111513764496838796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111513764496838796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111513764496838796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/05/everybody-clear-off-mimi-short-circuit.html' title='Everybody Clear Off! Mimi Short Circuit!!'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8757463.post-111479085721212713</id><published>2005-04-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:07:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kustamangs = Short Circuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, here I was, on the computer doing my usual 'check up' on all my sisters(and my bro)'s blogs, when I found &lt;a href="http://elisataufik.modblog.com/?show=blogview&amp;blog_id=577952"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on Sis No 2's blog. Which inspired me to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I thought I was the quick tempered kustamang because I constantly go into short circuit mode and fire anyone that agitates me. Trust me, when you're a teenager, it happens. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kak liza]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="td_large"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I've submitted my tax form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought there'd be a huge relief.. but .. meh.. nothing extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now they owe me abt 900 ringgit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wonder if I could tell them to pay up by 30th May 10pm or else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, YOU ARE ALL -ING PRICKS. YOU'VE ALREADY TAKEN MY MONEY, NOW YOU TORTURE ME BY MAKING ME FILL OUT THIS INCOMPREHENSIBLE FORM IN A LANGUAGE THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY MOTHER TONGUE BUT THERE WERE SOME WORDS THAT I HAVE NEVER EVEN HEARD MY MOM USE AT ALL AND THEN I QUEUE UP FOR HALF AN HOUR JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY I FILLED IT UP ALL WRONG AND YOU WONT GIVE ME A NEW FORM OR PROVIDE WHITE OUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I WANT MY -ING 900 RINGGIT NOW OR GOD HELP ME, I WILL .&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yes, kak liza went short circuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of the time when I was with Kak Long at her office and she was typing out a ratecard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....I need another word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....aarrgh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...NOOOO!!!! arrgh! no no no! it should be THERE not..THERE!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....eeeeeeeeeeeeee......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeap, kak long went short circuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the most important person. Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...why wont dis thing load?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...eish eish eish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....aaaaaaaargh!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...bodoh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....aargh, WHY WONT THIS THING LOAD!!..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daddy go short circuit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the next time &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; go into short circuit mode, nobody stop me. it runs in the family. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elisataufik.modblog.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8757463-111479085721212713?l=tgsheril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/feeds/111479085721212713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8757463&amp;postID=111479085721212713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111479085721212713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8757463/posts/default/111479085721212713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tgsheril.blogspot.com/2005/04/kustamangs-short-circuits.html' title='Kustamangs = Short Circuits'/><author><name>TGSheril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18212940304346242894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
