tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731410703848821042011-12-11T01:11:21.395-08:00"words should be used as tools of communication and not as substituted of action"fazsarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05230220398784583319noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873141070384882104.post-51325207635395109852011-04-27T15:47:00.000-07:002011-04-27T16:09:19.224-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz6BWoB3j7U/Tbig2FB89MI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NhaBKl7JMR4/s1600/05042011292.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz6BWoB3j7U/Tbig2FB89MI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NhaBKl7JMR4/s320/05042011292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600402987558958274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My 1st ever college ID card. Yippieeee!!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKS7-oFnU0k/TbigOYIK_UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jCGkED6Ru20/s1600/208433_1802752520126_1579237504_1748613_7932838_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKS7-oFnU0k/TbigOYIK_UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jCGkED6Ru20/s320/208433_1802752520126_1579237504_1748613_7932838_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600402305490550082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shasha and I at the Administration Office to settle of our ID card. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">(Still got time to take pictures)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RY6YVGTzmc/TbieqcUWxpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xOH6QjihN9U/s1600/12042011351.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RY6YVGTzmc/TbieqcUWxpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xOH6QjihN9U/s320/12042011351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600400588628477586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">finally Ms.Zee started her lecture. And here I am taking pictures of her. hehe. Sorry Ms.Zee</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F_3X3B3_a4/TbieH71VQnI/AAAAAAAAADw/o1daoZidjzA/s1600/12042011350.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F_3X3B3_a4/TbieH71VQnI/AAAAAAAAADw/o1daoZidjzA/s320/12042011350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600399995792867954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mierah and I while waiting for our Ms.Zee to start her lecture</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2873141070384882104-5132520763539510985?l=fazsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fazsarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05230220398784583319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2873141070384882104.post-26307634695689135632011-04-16T09:22:00.000-07:002011-04-17T05:56:26.647-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxwtVqqchBA/TarcC-r6lPI/AAAAAAAAACo/PdkqVdT-OmE/s1600/4281197270_a5620ab533_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxwtVqqchBA/TarcC-r6lPI/AAAAAAAAACo/PdkqVdT-OmE/s320/4281197270_a5620ab533_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596527430706304242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span">My alarm had just went off and it was 6am. That means only one thing, COLLEGE!! After a year of break I couldn't wait to start the new chapter of my life. The anxiety and anxiousness just runs up my adrenalin. There I was dressing up in my best outfit and putting my right foot forward. As I step foot on the college grounds it felt like stepping into a fresh start. The air, the environment, and the surrounding just calling me to discover my new beginning in life. I was nervous. I was horrified. I was excited. I was thrilled. All this feelings just keep on running in my mind until I meet 3 lovely girls that had just made into "Wonders of My Life" list. Those 3 lovely ladies I've meet are <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Shasha</b></span> (the innocent one), <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Syifaa</b></span> (the hyper active one) and <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Miera</b></span> (the sweet one). With me (the talkative one) we made an awesome clique. There we were chatting and walking towards our first class. As we step in we just realized that we were late. Can you believe it? First day and we are already late?! Haha. So there I was standing right in front with my innocent face buying us out of trouble and say "sorry" with the most cutest and innocent way ever. Luckily, our lecturer were kind enough to let us slide this time. Quickly we find a seat and join the class. It seems like it was the ice breaking session and everyone were talking about their background and introducing themselves to the class. It was very accelerate to hear their stories. They were all so different and unique in their own way. Everybody just seems so confident standing and talking. Now I'm nervous. Back in school I was the confident one. At anytime I can stand right in front of the class and start talking non-stop. And it made me felt good knowing that I have the confidence in me. But here everybody seems to be confident too. This just prove to me that I have to work hard in order to catch the lecturer's attention. That ice breaking session were really valuable to me. After class we had the chance to discover the college more. And I realized that everything and everyone there just moves so fast. I think they were really hold on to the phrase <i>" time is precious "</i> . Or they all just late as we were. Hehe. A day went by and its time for us to get back home. As we hate it to went back the 4 of us cant wait to meet again the next day. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2873141070384882104-2630763469568913563?l=fazsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fazsarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05230220398784583319noreply@blogger.com0