<?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-6094474</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:50.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Frame</title><subtitle type='html'>"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094474.post-5949998238525126718</id><published>2008-12-27T03:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T03:53:37.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will I make it? I am currently posted to the posting that i am so clueless about and so seriously not interested in. I have lots of readings to do and so many new things to learn. Currently there is a shortage of people working because one of us is down with chicken pox which indirectly means i have to work extra harder and stuff whatever there is for me to learn in my tiny little brain in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/5949998238525126718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=5949998238525126718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/5949998238525126718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/5949998238525126718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-i-make-it-i-am-currently-posted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-5723766257817504794</id><published>2008-12-16T08:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:36:23.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apakah?Disebabkan lame sangat x ber'blog' makanye, aku dah terlupe segala konsep2 yang ade. Gatal sangat tukar2 template,akhirnye aku dah terbuang segala link kengkawan blog aku dan shoutout box aku...hampeh. Terasa sedikit pelik mempunyai blog yang xde link dgn orang lain dan xde shoutbox...macam outcast pulak aku ni...belasah jelah.aku dah x ingat camne nak edit template aku, malas nak fikir..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/5723766257817504794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=5723766257817504794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/5723766257817504794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/5723766257817504794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2008/12/apakah-disebabkan-lame-sangat-x-berblog.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-8114748551525950979</id><published>2008-12-15T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:51:34.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back againwehuu..after so long, i'm finally back again in the same old blog. I have no reason to write again actually...zaman jiwa kacauku sudah berlalu (not that blog is for people with probs,but my ideas only come when i'm in such uncertainty )...my life is currently well control..yelah tu except for the fact that ade orang2 besar yang akan decide my further posting which can lead to what type </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/8114748551525950979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=8114748551525950979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/8114748551525950979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/8114748551525950979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-again-wehuu.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-115206837450148097</id><published>2006-07-04T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:59:34.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misi kurangkan tidur Yelah tu, entah berjaya entah tak...I guess I have to do whatever it takes to not sleep more than 4 hours....yes coffee would be one of the solution I had in mind. anyway, the final is just 8 months from now and I have a 5 years study to catch up...I need to discuss at least 2 sets of past year paper in a week and my friends and I had plan to do at least 4 short cases and 1 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/115206837450148097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=115206837450148097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/115206837450148097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/115206837450148097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2006/07/misi-kurangkan-tidur-yelah-tu-entah.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-115183979695831750</id><published>2006-07-02T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:29:56.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me and everything that mattersIn case anyone is reading this, stop wondering why I'm still writing although I had in so many times telling everyone that I'm tired of blogging. I guess, blogging is in my blood. Anyway, I've moved from my house in Ipoh. Yes, I myself was shocked with my decision but I guess I need a new environment, away from all the chaotic things that happened in the house. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/115183979695831750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=115183979695831750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/115183979695831750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/115183979695831750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-everything-that-matters-in-case.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-113801473058228578</id><published>2006-01-23T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:12:10.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something from the netYour view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/113801473058228578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=113801473058228578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113801473058228578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113801473058228578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-from-net-your-view-on.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-113798446572732153</id><published>2006-01-22T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:47:45.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConfusedI am now back in Klang, serius tak tau nak buat ape dah, nak lepak kat Ipoh, cam tak tentu arah je, dahlah asyik makan sorang2, macam dipulaukan pulak rasenye, sedangkan kengkawan aku semua pakat lepak kat kampung memasing. Penat gaks aku nak explain kat tokey kedai makan tu ,aku ade kawan sebenarnye tapi diaorg takde kat Ipoh. Report dah tunjuk kat prof tapi x tau dah siap check ke belum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/113798446572732153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=113798446572732153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113798446572732153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113798446572732153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2006/01/confused-i-am-now-back-in-klang-serius.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-113538591667148010</id><published>2005-12-23T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:58:36.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nikelback - photographLook at this photographEvery time I do it makes me laughHow did our eyes get so red?And what the hell is on Joey’s head?This is where I grew upI think the present owner fixed it upI never knew we ever went withoutThe second floor is hard for sneakin’ outThis is where I went to schoolMost of the time had better things to doCriminal record says I broke in twiceI must’ve done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/113538591667148010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=113538591667148010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113538591667148010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113538591667148010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/12/nikelback-photograph-look-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-113534734011502093</id><published>2005-12-23T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:15:40.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Settling Down I am happy now, so much happier than I was before. I guess forgiveness heal the soul ( but , of course I won't forget ) and the forgiveness was meant for my own good. Of course there is no point pondering upon who's right and who's wrong, those who did it certainly has no point to prove. I mean, you did what you have to do, everyone has their ugly side, so, get over it and stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/113534734011502093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=113534734011502093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113534734011502093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113534734011502093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/12/settling-down-i-am-happy-now-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-113409657859542445</id><published>2005-12-08T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:49:38.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Turning Point and What Hurts MeMy life took huge changes recently, yes, I drive now and I am still trying my best not to get kill in a car accident. I am never a good driver. We had this elective thing going on and I had to do all the survey myself.Talking about independent lady...I am scared and I never thought I would do this such a change in my life. I hope everything is for the best. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/113409657859542445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=113409657859542445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113409657859542445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/113409657859542445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/12/turning-point-and-what-hurts-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-112325970185804054</id><published>2005-08-05T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:35:01.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Nobody's HomeI couldn't tell you why she felt that way, She felt it everyday. And I couldn't help her, I just watched her make the same mistakes again. What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems. Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs. She wants to go home, but nobody's home. It's where she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go to dry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/112325970185804054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=112325970185804054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/112325970185804054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/112325970185804054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/08/avril-lavigne-nobodys-home-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-111328027177673889</id><published>2005-04-12T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:31:11.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming Back To TaipingAfter 6 years, I am now back in Taiping, doing my Paediatrics posting for three weeks. Taiping as always still cold, peacefull and ever beautiful. The place has always been a heaven to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/111328027177673889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=111328027177673889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/111328027177673889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/111328027177673889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/04/coming-back-to-taiping-after-6-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-111259274506327240</id><published>2005-04-04T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:32:25.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New PostingI am currently doing my new posting which is Paedriatrics. I'll be posted to Hosp Taiping for three weeks starting from next week.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/111259274506327240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=111259274506327240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/111259274506327240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/111259274506327240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-posting-i-am-currently-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-111077400296444021</id><published>2005-03-14T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:20:02.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Time GoesAs time goes, people get more busy, they get attached with so many people, they sometimes forget they had left you somewhere. As time goes, people see the need to be in a hurry, they even forget they left the door behind open. As time goes, people tend to forget what matters the most, they take things for granted. As time goes, people forget where they come from, they fly away so far,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/111077400296444021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=111077400296444021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/111077400296444021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/111077400296444021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-time-goes-as-time-goes-people-get.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110696592087026616</id><published>2005-01-28T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:32:00.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The End Of  PostingI finally finished my medicine posting. I had my exam last Thursday...it was not so bad neither was it so good. I think I did quite fair, since I am still learning, I don't want to be so hard on my self. I am going to start the O&amp;G posting next week...I guess my new life begins next week - the labour room, the on calls, the long hours classes &amp; the various presentations.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110696592087026616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110696592087026616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110696592087026616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110696592087026616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/01/end-of-posting-i-finally-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110612103791760876</id><published>2005-01-19T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T03:50:37.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Provisional DiagnosisI never had imagined that time can moves so fast….so fast that I never realized that I had been wandering around the medical wards for almost 2 months, so fast that I never realized my very own improvement ( not that I made many of them ), so fast that I never can count the numbers of patients I had met, so fast that I cannot keep the count of my mistakes… yet I had such</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110612103791760876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110612103791760876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110612103791760876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110612103791760876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-provisional-diagnosis-i-never-had.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110412415925565512</id><published>2004-12-27T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T01:09:19.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The SilenceDue to the busy schedule and the oncoming end of posting test, my blog is going to stay silent for a few weeks or maybe months.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110412415925565512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110412415925565512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110412415925565512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110412415925565512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/12/silence-due-to-busy-schedule-and.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110369248819569309</id><published>2004-12-22T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:14:48.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those Long HoursThe classes and bed site teaching session had always been so tiring. I woke up early in the morning, go to the class with my eyes half open and do my round searching for patients to be clerk. So far, I've met a few HIV positive patient ( surprisingly most of them are Malay ) and a few other interesting cases. I got this kind, cooperative makcik with bronchopneumonia as my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110369248819569309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110369248819569309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110369248819569309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110369248819569309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/12/those-long-hours-classes-and-bed-site.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110256936620918664</id><published>2004-12-09T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:16:06.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The StartingWe have just started our clinical year last Friday but it already felt like forever. My first posting is medicine which is a nice luck since it only touches on our basic. Another nice luck would be to be able to do the posting with the other three of my housemates and my other three ex-labmates and former study group members. For the beginning, we get tired like almost all the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110256936620918664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110256936620918664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110256936620918664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110256936620918664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/12/starting-we-have-just-started-our.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110148058093047825</id><published>2004-11-27T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:49:40.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She will be lovedBeauty queen of only eighteenShe had some trouble with herselfHe was always there to help herShe always belonged to someone elseI drove for miles and milesAnd wound up at your doorI've had you so many times but somehowI want moreI don't mind spending everydayOut on your corner in the pouring rainLook for the girl with the broken smileAsk her if she wants to stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110148058093047825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110148058093047825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110148058093047825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110148058093047825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/11/she-will-be-loved-beauty-queen-of-only.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110147783073243845</id><published>2004-11-26T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T11:04:47.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LeavingFinally, I am checking out tomorrow. Right now,there are too many things to do. I am so lazy and tired thinking of how to arrange all my things. I must have done a lot of shopping here that all my clothes do not fit in my three bags...arghh..biasalah pompuan. I finished packing about 3 quarter of my things...being tired, I stopped for the internet. We got like 60 more online hours. After</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110147783073243845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110147783073243845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110147783073243845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110147783073243845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/11/leaving-finally-i-am-checking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110128249234584756</id><published>2004-11-24T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T03:48:12.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Packing upI am currently busy packing up my things and planning on my arrival to Ipoh. The classes are still on. I still got one more ward round to go and a few lectures until Friday. I will be checking out from my hostel on Saturday. I will be going to Ipoh,next Tuesday. Time seems to move very fast. It feel like I had just started everything yesterday. Sometimes, when I looked back ,I felt as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110128249234584756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110128249234584756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110128249234584756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110128249234584756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/11/packing-up-i-am-currently-busy-packing.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-110104443281026510</id><published>2004-11-21T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T09:40:32.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Small CircleWhy should the sun shinesI already lost the track of timeWhy should the stars twinkle?I already lost my sight of beautyIf I could then I wouldChange the twist of timePerhaps maybe, I want to stay lostLong ago in my childhood timeWhen my faith was strongAnd my fear was nonePerhaps then I would not cryOver petty mattersAnd swollen scarsPerhaps then, the sun would just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/110104443281026510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=110104443281026510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110104443281026510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/110104443281026510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/11/small-circle-why-should-sun-shines-i.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109961683522278782</id><published>2004-11-04T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:07:15.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back and Forth To IpohWe are going to Ipoh again today....this is for the third time. We need to clean the house first. It's going to be a long,tiring journey for Matun and Nad who in this case will be both driving. Hopefully it will a fun gotong royong since we haven't done things like that together for ages now. Hopefully the discussion with PCM will work. I can already feel the butterflies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109961683522278782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109961683522278782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109961683522278782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109961683522278782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-and-forth-to-ipoh-we-are-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109936467086108284</id><published>2004-11-01T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:03:04.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy,Busy,BusyThe top ten things I need to finish by the end of this weekend:1) Notes on respiratory and GIT,just in case Prof Fatimah check our notes this Thursday2) Prepare for the ward round this Thursday - cranial nerves,musculoskeletal,cerebellarfunction3) Buy a few presents for my friends4) Confirm with my labmates the date of the lab dinner5) Book the restaurant6) Keep calling the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109936467086108284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109936467086108284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109936467086108284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109936467086108284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/11/busybusybusy-top-ten-things-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109896713789944342</id><published>2004-10-28T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T06:32:49.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kad RayaI had been celebrating Hari Raya for 22 years now. I had numerous exciting and nostalgic adventures during Hari Raya. I had also been one of the persons in my family who cherish the usage of kad raya. Since I was a kid, I had always been the one with full eagerness to buy kad raya. For me, kad raya is a tradition. During Hari Raya after I finished my SPM, I got up to 50 kad raya. I like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109896713789944342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109896713789944342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109896713789944342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109896713789944342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/10/kad-raya-i-had-been-celebrating-hari.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109880032985264301</id><published>2004-10-26T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:18:49.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pediatrics KidsExperience one:Once a week I got a round in the pediatrics ward where we got to see and examine the babies and children. We were taught the basic in examining patients particularly children and how to handle them. Prof Fatimah was the one who handled the ward round. She is absolutely a superb doctor. Working with her had endorsed extra energy in me to learn more and to be a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109880032985264301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109880032985264301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109880032985264301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109880032985264301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/10/pediatrics-kids-experience-one-once.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109806755892545127</id><published>2004-10-17T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:45:58.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ward RoundsThe thing that would fully occupied the life of a medical student would be the various kind of ward rounds. Half of our classes would be filled with  long hours ward rounds with a variety of senior doctors who comes with different moods. Certain of the senior doctors handled the ward rounds with asking various questions and making us frown with nerve, certain would showed the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109806755892545127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109806755892545127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109806755892545127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109806755892545127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/10/ward-rounds-thing-that-would-fully.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109671427728357144</id><published>2004-10-02T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T06:51:17.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Twisted Luck           I am a very lucky person and I am so grateful for everything. Throughout my medical years, I had been surrounded by a bunch of wonderful, supportive friends who had not only been my reason of happiness but also my reason of success. I had also been very lucky to always been in the lab with people who can work with me and whom I can rely to. Part from that, I also had the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109671427728357144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109671427728357144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109671427728357144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109671427728357144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/10/twisted-luck-i-am-very-lucky-person.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109635808864850057</id><published>2004-09-28T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T03:54:48.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello To The Clinical Years      The holiday will finally come to an end. After spending almost 2 months at home,finally I am now to enter the clinical years. The last 2 and a half years of pre clinical were hectic,tiring,knowledgeable and yet fun years. The fun part was of course full of lots of jokes, laughter, late night movies and birthday parties with my friends. Nad called me last night to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109635808864850057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109635808864850057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109635808864850057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109635808864850057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-to-clinical-years-ho_109635808864850057.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109624814519047788</id><published>2004-09-26T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:22:25.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking The Rules And A FriendshipMy classroom in MRSM Taiping was a bit isolated from the other classes but very near to the lab and the science teachers room. My classroom can actually be seen from the gate of the school. At the back of my classroom was an old fence, which marked the border of the school, and right outside the fence was a small, crystal clear stream that received lots of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109624814519047788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109624814519047788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109624814519047788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109624814519047788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/09/breaking-rules-and-friendship-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109608696278363834</id><published>2004-09-24T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:36:02.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Unlikely Decision -  Going Back To The Old TimeI never thought I would do this,at least not in my very own blog. I am going to write about my school days,something that I somehow never feel proud of. I never even like myself during school. I was this small,confused girl with tons of family problems and bad childhood memories trying to reach my goal ( when the fact was my goal got mixed up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109608696278363834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109608696278363834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109608696278363834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109608696278363834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/09/unlikely-decision-going-back-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109531041947369220</id><published>2004-09-16T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:53:39.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reality TV-the pros and cons      Reality tv program involved the programming of real event in which the person in the tv program did not have any scripts and did not have to act or play any sort of roles. Most of the reality tv programs are based on certain type of competition in which the contestants have to live in certain place out of reach from the outside world in certain amount of time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109531041947369220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109531041947369220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109531041947369220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109531041947369220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/09/reality-tv-pros-and-cons-reality-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109525705565953027</id><published>2004-09-15T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:23:15.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helping OutSince I got nothing to do for the long boring holiday, I helped my friend with her assignment in which she got to do a sort of a forum. I offered to help her with her essay and offered a few short advices on how to do a forum. After a few years of not writing any essay, I finally come out with two long pages of an essay entitled the influence of advertisement on youngsters. Here is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109525705565953027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109525705565953027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109525705565953027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109525705565953027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/09/helping-out-since-i-got-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109454482996826743</id><published>2004-09-07T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:43:17.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Book Review:The Five People You Meet In HeavenI bought myself a new book, a friend actually recommended this book to me long ago. The first book by Mitch Albom that I read was Tuesday With Morrie and still feeling the deep effect the book had once gave me, I was eager to start reading The Five People You Meet In Heaven. The very first page of the book had silently touch me deep inside...no,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109454482996826743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109454482996826743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109454482996826743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109454482996826743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/09/book-reviewthe-five-people-you-meet-in.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109384811205573452</id><published>2004-08-30T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T03:17:19.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memory from the musical CatsMidnight...Not a sound from the pavement Has the Moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight,the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind, begins to moanMemory, All alone in the moonlight, I can smile at the old days. I was beautiful then. I remember the timeI knew what happiness was Let the memory live again.Every streetlamp seems to beat a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109384811205573452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109384811205573452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109384811205573452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109384811205573452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/08/memory-from-musical-cats-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109350489893295779</id><published>2004-08-26T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T11:23:46.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melebih - lebihAkademi fantasia dah lamelah jugak abis tapi memandangkan umah aku baru masuk internet, baru skrang aku ada masa nak komen pasal AF. lagipun aku rasa tak terlambat sebab rata - rata rakyat M'sia masih demam lagi. Secara keseluruhannya aku puas hati Zahid menang, dia yang paling layak pada pendapat aku walaupun ada segelintir yang berpendapat Bob lebih bagus tapi aku rasa aku </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109350489893295779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109350489893295779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109350489893295779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109350489893295779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/08/melebih-lebih-akademi-fantasia-dah.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-109341840694227594</id><published>2004-08-25T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:20:06.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AlhamdulillahFinally, the exam result was out. I passed the exam, finally all those painstaking effort and two weeks of sleeping on the floor plus the late stay up with swollen eyes and aching back had paid off. Congratulation to all of my friends who also passed the exam. To Hana, we'll be praying , do your best and may luck and wisdom be with you. To my friends: say hello to clinical years...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/109341840694227594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=109341840694227594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109341840694227594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/109341840694227594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/08/alhamdulillah-finally-exam-result-was.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-10886519779660841</id><published>2004-06-30T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:19:37.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Things About Me - A Month Before The Exam1.I'm so totally time conscious. Couldn't let even a minute slip by.2.I'm in no mood of listening to whatever things people are trying to tell me unless it is about the exam.3.I talked but my mind is probably somewhere else.4.I woke up with headache every morning.5.I cut off the time spend watching TV, now it is only from 7.00 pm to 7.30 pm from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/10886519779660841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=10886519779660841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/10886519779660841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/10886519779660841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/things-about-me-month-before-exam-1.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108856301935175306</id><published>2004-06-29T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:36:59.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Itu AkuRibuan hari aku menunggumuJutaan lagu tercipta untukmuApakah kau akan terus beginiMasih adakah celah di hatimuYang masih bisa aku tuk singgahiCobalah aku kapan engkau mahuTahukah lagu yang kau sukaTahukah bintang yang kau sapaTahukah rumah yang kau tujuItu aku..Coba keluar di malam badaiNyanyikan lagu yang kau sukaMaka kehangatan yang kau rasaCoba keluar di terik siang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108856301935175306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108856301935175306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108856301935175306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108856301935175306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/itu-aku-ribuan-hari-aku-menunggumu.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108806691874450582</id><published>2004-06-24T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T05:39:17.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Note For My FatherI know that there's lots of differences and odds between us, we had our own quarrel and disagreement, though we didn't talk a lot, I know we have our own mutual understanding. Dad,I know things can get rough sometimes but we had been through a lot before, hadn't we?And through those hardtimes that our family had faced, you had been our sky, always protecting us, encouraging </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108806691874450582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108806691874450582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108806691874450582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108806691874450582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/note-for-my-father-i-know-that-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108797679730853775</id><published>2004-06-23T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T03:46:37.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Berhenti Berharapaku tak percaya lagi akan apa yg kau beri aku terdampar disini tersudut menunggu mati aku tak percaya lagi akan guna matahari yg dulu mampu terangi sudut gelap hati ini aku berhenti berharap dan menunggu datang gelap sampai nanti suatu saat tak ada cinta kudapat mengapa ada derita bila bahagia tercipta mengapa ada sang hitam bila putih menyenangkan...  aku pulang tanpa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108797679730853775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108797679730853775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108797679730853775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108797679730853775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/berhenti-berharap-aku-tak-percaya-lagi.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108780500744580641</id><published>2004-06-21T03:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T04:03:27.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thunderbolt LightningToday, during my PBL class, we discussed the ligthning incident that happened at the peak of Gunung Rajah.It was sad to learn that the lightning struck should have been avoided if they didn't continued their journey to the peak. I wondered why they do that. Is it that they didn't have enough knowledge to know that the risk of being struck was higher at the peak or was it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108780500744580641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108780500744580641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108780500744580641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108780500744580641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/thunderbolt-lightning-today-during-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108771964315915081</id><published>2004-06-20T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T04:20:43.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picking Up and Moving OnAfter a week of depression, I finally managed to do my picking up and moving on with the life I have now. I spent one whole day to adjust my schedule and rebalance my mood. I need to figure things out as soon as possible, the final exam is merely one month from now.Having the experience all by myself, I assure you, studying medicine give you all the ups and downs in life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108771964315915081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108771964315915081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108771964315915081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108771964315915081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/picking-up-and-moving-on-after-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108729928607444886</id><published>2004-06-15T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T07:34:46.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking into piecesAfter two weeks of my so called holiday, I'm finally back here in my faculty still giving the finishing touch to my elective project.It feels weird to be back after a while,I felt like crying the moment I step my foot on the ground. It was as if I've never been here before, people seem to be unfamiliar and the place seem to be long forgotten. Yet, I have the exam to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108729928607444886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108729928607444886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108729928607444886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108729928607444886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/breaking-into-pieces-after-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108684572189231640</id><published>2004-06-10T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:35:21.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Prevalence of DengueI've finish my elective study. The poster presentation is on next week. Hopefully, I'll do fine and my group and I can answer all the questions from the judges.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108684572189231640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108684572189231640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108684572189231640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108684572189231640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/prevalence-of-dengue-ive-finish-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108684557709527950</id><published>2004-06-10T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:32:57.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back In ActionThe most anticipated show in Malaysian television finally is back in action...Akademi Fantasia. Yes, after a few long months of searching for the 12 students finally this new season is on the air with fresher looking students and should I say..more talented than the last season's students ( hey....no offence..).Though it is still too early to judge but from their diary I can see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108684557709527950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108684557709527950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108684557709527950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108684557709527950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/06/back-in-action-most-anticipated-show.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108479132327103792</id><published>2004-05-17T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T09:38:42.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Troy:On Love And War I went to watch Troy today, the movie that I've been eagerly waiting to watch for and yes for me personally the movie was great.Note that I am never a Brad Pitt, Eric Bana or Orlando Bloom's fan, I watched the movie because of the epic and the myths. The war scene was real (well, it should be, we have the technology )and nonetheless tragic and historic. The characters were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108479132327103792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108479132327103792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108479132327103792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108479132327103792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/troyon-love-and-war-i-went-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108452777488927399</id><published>2004-05-14T05:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T05:42:54.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Art Of ForgivenessTo err is human..yeah right...that if it happens unintentionally.Realizing that the person who err did not do it on purpose help to cover the blame."takpelah, ko bukan sengaja pun,"would be our typical reply. Though it might to certain extent shattered our trust but we let it go, just like that.I am simply the kind of person who would easily forgive but to certain extent I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108452777488927399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108452777488927399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108452777488927399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108452777488927399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/art-of-forgiveness-to-err-is-human.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108446100877507421</id><published>2004-05-13T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:10:08.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally..After Those Long HoursAkhirnye, siap jugak muka baru blog ni, nasib baik takde mood nak studi ari ni lagipun tadi kena injection vaccination hepatitis B, tgh sakit2 tangan ni rase cam nyampah je nak pandang buku.This new blogskin is perhaps less complicated than the past well perhaps that's how I want to lead my life now. My life after those whole depression era has bloom into a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108446100877507421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108446100877507421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108446100877507421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108446100877507421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108424490091815482</id><published>2004-05-10T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T23:08:20.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under RenovationThis blog is under a renovation.Due to an increase workload and an upcoming elective weeks, all the renovation works may take more than a week.Please be patient.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108424490091815482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108424490091815482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108424490091815482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108424490091815482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/under-renovation-this-blog-is-under.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108402891973979749</id><published>2004-05-09T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T11:13:09.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Note For My MotherMak, I know I can't thank you enough for all those sacrifices and patience, but I want you to know that I've been trying hard each and everyday to be a better person so that you can be proud of me. I want to thank you for never giving up on us and for being the strength to the family ( especially maser dad sakit ). You had been the one who had indirectly erase the border in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108402891973979749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108402891973979749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108402891973979749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108402891973979749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/note-for-my-mother-mak-i-know-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108401460445412706</id><published>2004-05-08T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T07:14:33.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Saturday AfternoonI am totally bored. I've been spending the whole afternoon trying to finish my pathology; disease of the male genital tract notes and still there are a lot more to do. I need to finish all my reproductive system pathology notes before tomorrow. Tomorrow, I plan to study my pharmacology central nervous system since I'm going to have the practical next week. Pharmacology</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108401460445412706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108401460445412706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108401460445412706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108401460445412706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/another-saturday-afternoon-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108383049843098383</id><published>2004-05-06T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T04:06:04.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SleepFrom my 1 hour 15 minutes pharmacology lecture on sedative and hypnotic drugs this is what I basically get.There are actually a few stages of sleeping. For a normal young adult sleep cycle is being divided into 5 stages.Stage 0 is also known as awakeness. Stage 1 is the descending sleep dosing which only lasts a couple of minutes before it changes into stage 2 sleep. Stage 2 sleep is the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108383049843098383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108383049843098383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108383049843098383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108383049843098383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/sleep-from-my-1-hour-15-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108381839046457418</id><published>2004-05-06T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T00:44:16.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RelaxIf there is any day that I would like the most the day would be Wednesday and no, it is not because I always have my microbiology practical that day, it is because I have my aerobic class at 6 pm weekly. I like aerobic class, it keeps my body and mind healthy. It helps me to somehow forget my surrounding and focus on my energy and the music. During the class I was able to express myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108381839046457418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108381839046457418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108381839046457418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108381839046457418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/relax-if-there-is-any-day-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108376894611015084</id><published>2004-05-05T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T11:02:01.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Two MoviesTaking LivesI like this movie, well basically because of Angelina Jolie and because she played the role of an independent, brilliant, pretty carrier lady. I like the way she was being potraited in the movie and the way she walked her way in solving the case. Though she made a slip with the real killer who at the beginning was the innocent witness, I believe that the scene </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108376894611015084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108376894611015084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108376894611015084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108376894611015084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/05/two-movies-taking-lives-i-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108323267545309472</id><published>2004-04-29T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T06:02:11.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Song, My Inspiration - My WayAnd now, the end is near;And so I face the final curtain.My friend, I´ll say it clear,I´ll state my case, of which I´m certain.I´ve lived a life that´s full.I´ve traveled each and ev´ry highway;But more, much more than this,I did it my way.Regrets, I´ve had a few;But then again, too few to mention.I did what I had to doAnd saw it through without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108323267545309472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108323267545309472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108323267545309472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108323267545309472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-song-my-inspiration-my-way-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108305028429977972</id><published>2004-04-27T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T03:22:18.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MycardSusah giler nak buat mycard, no giliran abislah, ramai orglah,sungguh memenatkan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108305028429977972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108305028429977972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108305028429977972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108305028429977972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/mycard-susah-giler-nak-buat-mycard-no.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108299450705201118</id><published>2004-04-26T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T03:24:43.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tak JadiI decided to put a photo here of me and my friends..just for fun and in a way to show my appreciation to them but things went wrong ( entah nape ntah tak boleh ) so finally I  quit.Maybe next time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108299450705201118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108299450705201118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108299450705201118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108299450705201118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/tak-jadi-i-decided-to-put-photo-here.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108297089556630631</id><published>2004-04-26T05:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T05:19:08.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I go onAs I go on after the failure I realized that I am now more open to accept and admit my mistake. I am somehow more ready to talk to another person and pour out whatever I have in mind and heart. I am more motivated now that I know how high the mountain is for me to climb. The fact that I never feel scare to venture my new journey had brigthen my day…at least I knew how brave and strong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108297089556630631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108297089556630631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108297089556630631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108297089556630631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/as-i-go-on-as-i-go-on-after-failure-i.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108297084946130598</id><published>2004-04-25T05:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T05:18:22.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once A Blogger, Always A BloggerI could not do it, I just can't. I cannot stop myself from writing. I've been pouring out lots of energy for this blog and I surely can't just stop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108297084946130598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108297084946130598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108297084946130598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108297084946130598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/once-blogger-always-blogger-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108262503575092516</id><published>2004-04-22T05:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T08:39:02.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Losing GripLots of things happened lately. For the time being, I am just a human breathing the same contaminated air everyone is breathing but deep inside I'm watching myself falling apart day by day. I am just so restless that I cannot and maybe I refuse to help myself....I couldn't stop the clock, I could not even tell myself to stop falling. I need some time of my own, sometimes I think I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108262503575092516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108262503575092516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108262503575092516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108262503575092516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/losing-grip-lots-of-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108210907639498630</id><published>2004-04-16T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T05:55:15.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Type Of HeartHeart of Crystal What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108210907639498630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108210907639498630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108210907639498630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108210907639498630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-type-of-heart-heart-of-crystal-what.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108174425202863842</id><published>2004-04-12T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T00:34:45.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life From A Different PerspectiveAs part of our marking system, we have to do an annual  follow up on one particular patient for 5 years. Later, after each follow up, we are to write a report and present our report in front of a specialist. My patient is a 5 year old Indian girl who was diagnosed as having cerebral palsy with the defect of the lower limb. Cerebral palsy is defined as any of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108174425202863842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108174425202863842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108174425202863842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108174425202863842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/life-from-different-perspective-as.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108150397803676301</id><published>2004-04-09T05:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T05:50:07.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being Me - After 22 YearsI'm celebrating my birthday today ( I'm in no intention of drawing any attention ). Living  as me for 22 years is never an easy task. As I grow older I realized that I may not be as perfect as I dream I would be. I realized that making mistake is actually easier that talking about it. However, I'm glad that throughout my life journey, I have lots of friends who I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108150397803676301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108150397803676301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108150397803676301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108150397803676301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/being-me-after-22-years-im-celebrating.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108106766543776605</id><published>2004-04-04T04:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T04:38:07.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PreyAfter the exam, I was so busy searching for another novel to read and my friend lend me another masterpiece from Crichton - Prey. Before I even read the book, I already knew that I won't be able to put down the book even for a while. The very first page had lead me to another mysterious adventure involving nano-, bio-, and computer technologies. The story started as a household issue where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108106766543776605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108106766543776605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108106766543776605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108106766543776605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/04/prey-after-exam-i-was-so-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108062113440308029</id><published>2004-03-30T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:35:49.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sharing A StoryA little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"" All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108062113440308029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108062113440308029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108062113440308029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108062113440308029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/sharing-story-little-boy-asked-his.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108045712597046799</id><published>2004-03-28T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T03:02:18.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Whatever Gets You Through The Day"When all your hope has goneAnd everything you love g gone away Whatever gets you through the day That's our wayCos I y sitting on the side Watching the tideDrifting awayWhatever gets you through the day That's your wayCos I don't think I'm brave enough To admit I'm breaking upAnd when the pain just tears you up The only thing you need is loveSo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108045712597046799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108045712597046799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108045712597046799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108045712597046799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/whatever-gets-you-through-day-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-108029867071692843</id><published>2004-03-26T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T07:01:20.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having OptionsI've been surrounded with too many questions lately, both in my functional brain and my inner heart. All of the questions lead me to various options. Too many talking behind the back, too many muttering, too many works to do, too many decisions to be made. Lots of thinking and discussions with my roomate had got me into nowhere. Though I did not want to do it, I still have to call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/108029867071692843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=108029867071692843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108029867071692843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/108029867071692843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/having-options-ive-been-surrounded.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107992371600274951</id><published>2004-03-21T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:04:19.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SurvivorIf there is one reason on why I should hate watching Survivor, it would be this 2 words - Ethan Zohn. My favourite  survivor player was voted out and I don't pretty much like it.The last remaining former Sole Survivor has been eliminated. Likeable Ethan Zohn, the 30-year-old winner of SURVIVOR: AFRICA from Lexington, Massachusetts, could not charm his way out of seeing his torch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107992371600274951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107992371600274951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107992371600274951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107992371600274951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/survivor-if-there-is-one-reason-on-why.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107966622208623187</id><published>2004-03-19T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:21:11.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Contact Lense DayI couldn't take off my left contact lense yesterday night and end up spending 15 endless minutes digging into my left eye for that one lense. After that, my left eye turned to be so red and painful that I finally decided to sleep b'coz I couldn't stay awake with that red, painful eye. When I woke up this morning, I went straight to the mirror and looked at my left eye..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107966622208623187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107966622208623187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107966622208623187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107966622208623187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/bad-contact-lense-day-i-couldnt-take.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107961571668992391</id><published>2004-03-19T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T09:21:24.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Giving or Taking?I've just finished my exam today..the last paper was English paper where we got to read a long journal and answered questions and wrote a doctor-patient conversation. I did pretty badly for my paper 1 and paper 2. And I failed to differentiate between acute myloid leukemia and acute lymphoblastic leukemia during my OSPE paper. Today after my paper, I went to watch movie with my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107961571668992391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107961571668992391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107961571668992391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107961571668992391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/giving-or-taking-ive-just-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107966619714819690</id><published>2004-03-18T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:19:57.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Contact Lense DayI couldn't take off my left contact lense yesterday night and end up spending 15 endless minutes digging into my left eye for that one lense. After that, my left eye turned to be so red and painful that I finally decided to sleep b'coz I couldn't stay awake with that red, painful eye. When I woke up this morning, I went straight to the mirror and looked at my left eye..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107966619714819690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107966619714819690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107966619714819690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107966619714819690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/03/bad-contact-lense-day-i-couldnt-take_18.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107785891624475732</id><published>2004-02-27T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:18:07.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Very Dear ExamThe exam is just around the corner..in two weeks time my friends and I would have to sit on our second semester exam. Things are getting a little bit more complicated since we are studying lots of systems this semester ...right from cardiovascular till renal. Hope that everyone will do well in the coming exam.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107785891624475732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107785891624475732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107785891624475732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107785891624475732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-very-dear-exam-exam-is-just-around.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107725839980039537</id><published>2004-02-20T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T02:30:30.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Burnt Wives - One Way Of SuicidalI've just finished my English presentation today and my other 8 friends also presented their topics today. One of the topics presented by my friend somehow attracted my attention. The topic was on a study done in India about self immolation done by the wives. Self immolation was actually being done based on 2 basis which are to meet 'sati' in which the women </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107725839980039537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107725839980039537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107725839980039537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107725839980039537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/burnt-wives-one-way-of-suicidal-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107673102121533463</id><published>2004-02-13T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:59:34.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being A SurvivorI watched Survivor All Stars last night and that was perhaps the most emotional survivor ever. One of the player - Jenna ( former winner of Survivor Amazon ) decided to back out from the game due to her mother condition - her mother was fighting with cancer. It was a hard decision to make but she made it. She did what others may not be willing to do. She was being sent off by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107673102121533463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107673102121533463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107673102121533463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107673102121533463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/being-survivor-i-watched-survivor-all.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107631368569721005</id><published>2004-02-09T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T04:03:52.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Recent Movies1. Runaway Jury    Totally the Grisham's style...as big impact as his novel. The casts totally match the  characters in the book. 2. School of Rock    This movie rocks...the songs are great..the kids are cute.. a bit boring at the beginning but when they get to their beat..it is awesome.3. Cheaper By The Dozen    A very straight forward movie...a very honest and sweet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107631368569721005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107631368569721005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107631368569721005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107631368569721005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-recent-movies-1.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107608599409449765</id><published>2004-02-06T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T03:49:44.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Trust Or Not To TrustPeople seems to think a lot on this matter. Yes...trust is a one important matter in life we really need to think about. Trust to our very ownselves, to the family, to the friends and whoever we have in our humble life. There are certain points in our life where we kind of stop the clock for a while and question ourself on the trust that we have in ourself and our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107608599409449765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107608599409449765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107608599409449765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107608599409449765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/to-trust-or-not-to-trust-people-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107591211841638574</id><published>2004-02-05T04:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:30:58.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My NumberIf you were born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th of any month you are number 1. If you were born on the 2nd, 11th, 20th, 29th of any month then you are number 2. If you were born on the 3rd, 12th, 21st, 30th of any month then you are number 3. If you were born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, 31st of any month then you are Number 4. If you were born on the 5th, 14th, 23rd of any month then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107591211841638574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107591211841638574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107591211841638574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107591211841638574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-number-if-you-were-born-on-1st-10th.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107591131745114408</id><published>2004-02-04T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:17:37.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Colour I was born on 9 April which is between April 1st ~ April 10th, so my colour is Navy.NAVY*You are attractive, and love your life. You have a strong feeling towards everything. And very easily distracted. Once you get angry at someone, its hard for you to forgive them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107591131745114408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107591131745114408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107591131745114408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107591131745114408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-colour-i-was-born-on-9-april-which.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107539207677296377</id><published>2004-01-29T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:09:33.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Points To PonderGEORGE CARLIN POST 9-11 (His wife recently died...)Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - gross and mouthy comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent ... and so very appropriate post 9-11. A wonderful Message by George Carlin:The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107539207677296377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107539207677296377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107539207677296377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107539207677296377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/points-to-ponder-george-carlin-post-9.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107539140186423587</id><published>2004-01-28T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T11:54:35.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parasitology ClassDr. Wan : emmm..senang je soalan ni..kejap je boleh abis.Aku : Lega..boleh balik awal.Budak lab aku : what was the answer for the question?Dr. Wan: tulah jawapannyeAku: tu? tu tu aper?Dr. Wan : Ala..tulah...ulcerative collitisDi depan mikroskopDr. Wan : Tu Enterobius vermicularis...cuba tgk aper yg ader kat tepi dia.Aku: aper ye..lateral spine ye?Dr. Wan : ishh..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107539140186423587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107539140186423587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107539140186423587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107539140186423587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/parasitology-class-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107517013840790574</id><published>2004-01-27T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T06:34:13.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rabun : Things That You must See ClearlyI recently watched this telemovie in TV3..this telemovie had won an award which I'm not sure what award but everyone said it was good so I decided to watch it. It was directed by the same person who did all the Petronas advertisements. It was a nice drama but there are certain things that may not be clear to you when you watch it for the first time..me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107517013840790574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107517013840790574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107517013840790574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107517013840790574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/rabun-things-that-you-must-see-clearly.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107508869079802454</id><published>2004-01-25T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:46:57.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things That Must Not Be ForgottenI recently bought this book. It is an interesting book to read that balances the sweet epiphanies of childhood against the grim machinations of war, self-preservation against brutal authority, love of family against love of country.It's a book that I know will stay in my heart and mind long after I've turned the final, wrenching page. This book was a true story </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107508869079802454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107508869079802454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107508869079802454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107508869079802454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/things-that-must-not-be-forgotten-i.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107423157203250628</id><published>2004-01-16T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T01:41:25.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A HolidayFinally, a week holiday is coming. A week at home being a couch potato would be a complete fullfillment:). But I still have a lot of revision to do, things to tend to and a sister to teach. My friends are going for a 3 days camping trip this afternoon and I sadly cannot go.I wish they would have fun and enjoy the camping. This February , I'm going to have my english presentation and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107423157203250628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107423157203250628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107423157203250628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107423157203250628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/holiday-finally-week-holiday-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107406489277993813</id><published>2004-01-14T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T03:23:23.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vaccination Complete!Finally I did it ..vaccination was completed, and it doesn't hurt at all and I didn't feel scared at all. But that was not the end yet, I've got two more vaccination to take, which is going to happen in a month time. But now that I know it does not hurt at all, I'm not scare to take another vaccination. After all I've started it so I have to finish it and it was for my own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107406489277993813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107406489277993813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107406489277993813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107406489277993813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/vaccination-complete-finally-i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107405154701442966</id><published>2004-01-13T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:40:57.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Vaccination DayI'm going to have my hepatitis B vaccination today. I feel kinda scare right now but I'll make it through. After all, we got to do what we got to do. I know it is going to hurt but I'll stay calm...just go, be cool and don't create a scene.Wish me luck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107405154701442966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107405154701442966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107405154701442966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107405154701442966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/vaccination-day-im-going-to-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107389621748614729</id><published>2004-01-12T04:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T04:30:38.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sanjivani : What A Medical Boon….If you happened to be one of the fans of Astro Prima channel, you must have heard of the Hindi mini series on medical doctors fighting for hope, career and love: Sanjivani: The Medical Boon.The story was at the very first season highlighting the life of 4 practical doctors trying to survive in the Sanjivani hospital. In every episode, they were confronted with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107389621748614729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107389621748614729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107389621748614729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107389621748614729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/sanjivani-what-medical-boon.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107357023297581442</id><published>2004-01-08T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:47:04.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men Rules, A Woman CommentsI received an article from my friend stating lots of men's rules for women. At first I was like..hey...what the heck is this??? but then when I read it twice..it might be right..no wonder sometimes they act weird.I bet all you men must be nodding your heads while reading this huh?????At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down! These are our rules!  Please</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107357023297581442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107357023297581442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107357023297581442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107357023297581442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2004/01/men-rules-woman-comments-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107285377427302802</id><published>2003-12-31T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T02:56:32.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Young girl don't cry.I'll be right here when your world starts to fall.Young girl it's alright.Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly.When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream.Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems.No one ever wants or bothers to explain.Of the heartache life can bring and what it means.When there's no one else, look inside yourself.Like your oldest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107285377427302802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107285377427302802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107285377427302802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107285377427302802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/young-girl-dont-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107280351892147606</id><published>2003-12-30T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T12:58:55.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new year resolutionTo give as much as possible and to take as little as possible. To complete any tasks not with fear but with courage and confidence. To cherish those around me and all the memories. To give the best of me in everything. To lead when there is no leader and to speak when no other voice would. To leave yesterday alone and never look back with regrets. To look upon tomorrow with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107280351892147606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107280351892147606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107280351892147606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107280351892147606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-year-resolution-to-give-as-much-as.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107277288290323020</id><published>2003-12-30T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T04:28:20.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my favourite poemIFIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream -- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107277288290323020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107277288290323020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107277288290323020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107277288290323020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-favourite-poem-if-if-you-can-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107244063254865432</id><published>2003-12-26T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T08:10:49.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me being tiredI just felt so tired trying to understand lots of things around me and lots of people with different kinds of attitude. Today was just not my lucky day... lots of irritating things happened and I was like so tired of everything. I did a very hardwork to really understand certain people and I had enough ( the girls in my study group would understand ). To sum up, my day today was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107244063254865432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107244063254865432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107244063254865432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107244063254865432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/me-being-tired-i-just-felt-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107233929660151573</id><published>2003-12-25T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T04:05:27.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and my friends: the funny parts of usI've been living with 8 girls, each with their very own characters since my very first year of medicine. Life cannot more beautiful than this..we had shared our ups and downs together. Exchanging shoulders for everyone to cry on and holding each other up when it comes to difficulties. As friends, we do have lots of difficult moments together and of course </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107233929660151573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107233929660151573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107233929660151573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107233929660151573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/me-and-my-friends-funny-parts-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107216653710012697</id><published>2003-12-23T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T04:03:26.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>coping with the less agreeableIf we could just choose those who we want to be around us, life would be easier. We would perhaps feel happier and more comfortable with any decision that we made. But life is totally nothing without the bump on the road. To be a human is to err. So, we are trap in this kind of puzzle where we made mistake and people hate us and people made mistake and we hate them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107216653710012697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107216653710012697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107216653710012697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107216653710012697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/coping-with-less-agreeable-if-we-could.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107208220655045939</id><published>2003-12-22T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T04:37:01.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Return Of The King: my movie of the monthThe recent movie people would be talking about would be none other than the end of the trilogy of The Lord of The Ring - The Return of The King. My friends and I went to watch it last Friday. The excitement to know the end of Frodo's journey was at last being fullfilled.What amazed me the most was the loyalty of Samwise Gamgee. His willingness to share </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107208220655045939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107208220655045939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107208220655045939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107208220655045939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/return-of-king-my-movie-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107194701540593643</id><published>2003-12-20T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T00:19:17.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesdays With Morrie:learning from the unexpectedIf there was any story that can actually touch me so deeply in heart..it would be the story of morrie. He was an ordinary man living an ordinary life, what made  him different was perhaps the way he created his own culture and the way he look at life. And what made him a story was because he suffered from ALS till his death. I read his story from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107194701540593643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107194701540593643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107194701540593643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107194701540593643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/tuesdays-with-morrielearning-from.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107188850771757031</id><published>2003-12-19T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T22:48:42.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there and back again...I guess there is certain time in our life when we finally remember to look back again to our old days and try to pick up the pieces somewhere, try to find the friends that we had left behind and then we realized that though the flame is still burning, the heat is different this time and that is when we realized that things change so does human. Maybe we were too busy with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107188850771757031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107188850771757031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107188850771757031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107188850771757031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/there-and-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107122213285574484</id><published>2003-12-12T05:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T05:42:25.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them'William Shakespeare</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107122213285574484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107122213285574484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107122213285574484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107122213285574484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/some-men-are-born-great-some-achieve.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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-6094474.post-107107262773689182</id><published>2003-12-10T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T23:25:26.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a study group: the union of 6 peopleThere are actually all six of us. Each with their very own brain and specialty and we believe that when we combine our head together, we can at least pass the exam.Taking medicine itself was like preparing for a death trial..at least that what I thought... so, imagine trying to go through it must be more than just a scary feeling.There are a lot to do and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/feeds/107107262773689182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6094474&amp;postID=107107262773689182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107107262773689182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094474/posts/default/107107262773689182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hareehays.blogspot.com/2003/12/study-group-union-of-6-people-there.html' title=''/><author><name>syaheerah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828125121587621577</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></feed>
