<?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-1448556422917731401</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:00:25.453+08:00</updated><category term='sister'/><title type='text'>fatien A.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-2157332335218554225</id><published>2012-02-16T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:26:44.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Took A Sip of Something Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Asal kau hitam ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Sejak bila aku putih pun, hadui pun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence. 'Till one of us broke into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Tapi aku rasa hitam tu melampau sangat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"A'ah kan. Okay, gelap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Annoying as hell. Tapi tu lah dialog pertama lepas hampir tujuh tahun tak jumpa. You and your family moved to Johor and came back to Kajang in late 2010. Time changes us, you see. I mean, look at you now. Kau, well, nampak macam, &lt;i&gt;kau&lt;/i&gt;. Kurus, rambut macam tak sikat, jalan kengkang. Muka pun dah tak pimple-free macam masa kita 12 tahun dulu. Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once Semester 1 finished, I realize there's nothing much to do at home. Until one day you sent me a message on Facebook asking my phone number. (It took us few days to realize that we could actually BBM-ing each other, though). This was going to be a bonding session with a long-lost friend! We talked about some random stuffs about our lives 5years back. It's quite surprising to know that you studied with Sya in the same school in 2007! Keciknya Malaysia, kan :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Strange how it grew into something like &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;. I have never been this close to a guy before. I mean, I once dated a guy, it's over now. But when I'm with you, it seemed like we're too close. I wasn't aware that you're the only child in your family. Bila Auntie Rina nak pergi Giant je, mesti kau call ajak aku sekali. Like duh, aku pun tak ikut ibu pergi Tesco beli barang dapur kot? Lama-lama aku jadi faham macam mana jadi anak tunggal :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The drifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first, I felt somehow strange. I'm not used to this- "Weh, mama aku buat cocktail banyak do. Aku amik kau sekarang k." And then, there you are, Savvy silver depan rumah. Chilling out with you has became a routine during this break. To be honest, yes, I have a great time spending almost every week with you. Except that one day bila aku kena teman kau jumpa orthodontic untuk kau punya braces follow-ups. We waited almost 2hours knowing that Dr. Nathan had to leave the hospital sebab anak dia admitted demam panas. Aku tak boleh nak salahkan kau sebab last-last aku dapat semangkuk Snogurt. Hew hew hew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was this one time when we went out to watch Keramat (it was just me watching it alone 'cause you fell asleep 20mins after the movie started), Faiz sent you a message and I purposely opened it. He asked you to come over to his place 'cause he needed someone to repair his Xbox. But I didn't tell you. Only later, I happened to remember the message, it was already mid night. Surprisingly you didn't even get mad at me. But, the two-days of no calls and BBM messages were the price I have to pay. To think back, I was acting like a jerk, I have not even say sorry. A jerk, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bila aku mintak kau kenalkan aku dengan kawan-kawan kau, you brought me to McDonalds. Since then, almost three times a week aku lunch kat McDonalds. Motif? Sebab kawan-kawan kau selalu lepak McDonalds. Padahal sampai sekarang baru 4 5 orang kawan kau yang aku jumpa. You got the nickname 'Koala' here too, right? Heh. Later, I figured out the actual motive you bring me to this place (no need to state here) I feel your pain, buddy. Tapi sebenarnya, you have great friends out there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having you around, I don't know, feels like my heart is somehow filled. Maybe the holed part has been waiting quite a long time to be filled, yet I don't know whether it's now filled or not; but I think you're the missing piece. (Sila muntah, please) Kau suka penuhkan wall aku dengan links video Arctic Monkeys. Kau suka paksa aku tengok dan download lagu Pee Wee Gaskins. Last-last, kau jugak yang suggest aku supaya private-kan my friends' wall posts from other friends. Memang patut pun orang lain nampak wall posts aku je. Heh.&amp;nbsp;And your mom, she is so nice. I mean, siapa je yang boleh belanja aku minyak kereta bila kegawatan ekonomi sedang meruncing hanya sebab aku tertinggal barang dekat JJ. She's really funny and oh, aku ingat lagi masa Auntie Rina tersalah 'lirik' bila dia mimicking Rose in Talentime, reciting a poem, where it should go like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If the moon can linger in the noon so bright,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why can't the sun, do the same in the night?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You always say that life is flexible. 'Go with the flow' as cliche as it sounds. Funny, how Auntie Rina pampers you but you still have&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; quality in you. Macam orang tua, atau 'orang dah lama hidup' untuk bagi lembut sikit ayat tu. Kau ajar aku untuk appreciate things while they last. Untuk persetankan segala tahi yang tak bawak apa-apa faedah dalam hidup. Untuk berlembut dengan parents bila kau tau aku baru lepas bergaduh dengan parents. It annoys me quite much bila kau cakap, "Alah, aku kenal lah ibu kau" hanya sebab kita sama kelas masa Darjah 6 dulu, and my mom was the class teacher. pfft. Aku tau aku akan selalu mengalah bila at last kau cakap, 'Weh, bersyukur laa kau ada parents lagi. Aku ada mama je'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Came to think of it, what have we become? Soon we're going back to campus. (Me later) Kau ke Melaka, aku jauh ke Kelantan. And last night, you asked me the same question, again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What are we?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This scares me. You insisted me to feel the urge of wanting the answer, the urge that you've been feeling. Why? Kita ada hari esok untuk tentukan semua ni, kenapa terburu-buru?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was when you said that three-words phrase, shiver ran down my spine. You know what, I've been expecting this.&amp;nbsp;Sigh. What? It's like you're rushing, skipping ahead to the end of the book while we have a damn young life to enjoy the entire story. I thought I was good at confronting feelings. But nehh, when it comes to this, helpless I become. Yes, I do feel something. But no, this can't be&lt;i&gt; it&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were good. Real good. I just don't wanna be that girl who'd miss the hell out of you just because you're no longer near me. I don't wanna be creepy, stalking your Facebook to keep updated to what you're up to. I want us to be &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;, to be neutral. I'm afraid I couldn't stand the pain of not being there for you, or, of not having you around when you should be there for me. Yes, I was hurt before. But I'm afraid &lt;i&gt;this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; wouldn't mend it. I know, things happened. But they just don't disappear without a trace. I don't want you to be a rebound. Or to look like one. I am sorry. I just want to be free from any of these commitments. I admit it, say I'm paranoid. I'm the loser who couldn't see that there might be future in &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;. But for the time being, no. I cannot. We can still be friends. In fact, we indeed &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; friends, right? Forever :) We would hang out, chilling out at your place enjoying your mom's heavenly home-made cocktail. We would lepak at the playground talking shits, playing basketball. We would sit on a bench staring at the moon, pointing out our respective theories about flying... Hey, I missed that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're good. It's not you. It's me. Or maybe it's not my fault. Neither yours. It just happened. And I promise, this is the only post I write about you, Khairul Syazmi Anuar. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-2157332335218554225?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/2157332335218554225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=2157332335218554225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/2157332335218554225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/2157332335218554225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-took-sip-of-something-poison.html' title='I Took A Sip of Something Poison'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-5852085373062916332</id><published>2012-02-08T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T02:09:36.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gifmeharder ft. Solehasan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mempersembahkan karya gif sulung, minah hensem bersama akar-kayu-slash-pontianak terbaik dari ladang sebagai latar belakang, &lt;a href="http://solehas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Soleha Hasan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Drum roll please* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyV9vWLKeUY/TzFz97Ia08I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ANnIJoQbpDY/s1600/haha.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyV9vWLKeUY/TzFz97Ia08I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ANnIJoQbpDY/s320/haha.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*klik pada gambar, please*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan ku pun bergegas cepat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matanya seakan berkata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hidup tak selamanya indah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bersiap menjawab semua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* * * * *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baiklah di sana di tempat yang indah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kerna ku yakin dia akan bahagia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tersenyum tertawa terlihat sempurna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Detik Tak Bergerak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pee Wee Gaskins '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: Macam mana nak bagi gif auto-play?&lt;br /&gt;p/s p/s: Gua budak baru belajar. Cess, apa ada hal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-5852085373062916332?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/5852085373062916332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=5852085373062916332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5852085373062916332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5852085373062916332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2012/02/gifmeharder-ft-solehasan.html' title='gifmeharder ft. Solehasan'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lyV9vWLKeUY/TzFz97Ia08I/AAAAAAAAA5A/ANnIJoQbpDY/s72-c/haha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6250068096462956458</id><published>2012-02-01T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T03:07:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentar Tak Gentar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sudah terang lagi bersuluh bahawa Semester 1 telah pun berlalu. Aku cerita ni macam baru habis semalam je kan. Kisah pulak. Dan kini baru kusedari, takde pun post aku cerita pasal life kat Uni. Kisah lagi aku? My life here, I mean, my life there in Kelantan is great, I suppose. I mean not totally great, but yeah, great. It's not that great lah tapi. But for me, memang dah cukup awesome untuk great. Okay, okay enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Jadi, ye lah. Tak semua orang okay dengan life kat sini. Orang-orang hebat lagi awesome je yang mampu bertahan sampai habis satu semester. Kampus kita orang kat Pengkalan Chepa which is sangat dekat dengan Kota Bharu (within 8mins dah sampai KB if naik kereta) so bandar lah jugak hehe. Kalau nak cari apa-apa memang sangatlah senang. Kalau setakat Pasar Siti Khadijah tu, aku dah hafal dah jenis-jenis barang yang ada kat setiap floor. Kalau kat Pantai Cahaya Bulan pun aku dah boleh hafal dah bentuk-bentuk ombak, kalau pagi dia sopan-santun, petang-petang dia ganas sikit. And, the most important thing kat sini ialah tidak lain tidak bukan, ya! Tepat sekali. MAKANAN! Makanan kat sini tersangat lah senang untuk dicari (as in kalau kau nak apa, memang semuanya ada dalam menu) dan dijual dengan harga berpatutan. Kos hidup aku yang jenis tak boleh tinggal sarapan, lunch dan dinner sehari adalah dalam RM15. Tapi sekali-sekala nak jugak aku makan fast food so terpaksa tinggalkan sekejap budu dengan straw, hihi. Enough cakap pasal makanan, aku nak cerita kenapa kadang-kadang aku mengeluh duduk kat Kelantan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;First thing first, jauh. Jauh dari rumah. Yes. Kalau kau ingat peta Semenanjung Malaysia kau tau mana letaknya Kota Bharu, mana letaknya Kajang. Nak balik Indonesia pun lagi dekat tau. Sekali aku balik Kajang naik bas, 12jam gua cakap lu! Thank God, airport Ismail Petra KB duduk elok je kat sebelah kampus. Mendengar bunyi flight take off and landing tu dah macam kentut seharian dah. Second thing second, masalah air. Dalam banyak-banyak masalah air dalam hidup aku, ini lah masalah air paling celaka pernah aku hadapi. Taktau nak cakap nasib aku malang ke apa, tapi memang malang lah kot. Duduk floor atas sekali so memang susah dapat air. Kau faham kalau kau ingat balik prinsip Tekanan (baca; Pressure). Dan tidak lupa, banjir. Sila jatuhkan rahang bawah anda sekarang. Ya, banjir. Okay, mungkin Kajang pernah banjir tapi tak kena rumah aku pun! Hadui. Aku tak reti nak terang pasal kejadian banjir, tapi not bad lah banjir kat kampus. Lumayan jugak, ada lah paras lutut aku. Kalau kat korang dah paras paha kot? Macam aku tinggi sangat, hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Friends and lecturers. Oh yes. Mereka tersangat lah okay dan best, except for those bloody racist and bersifat kenegerian people, I'm not interested to write about 'em. Very warm roommates and friendly classmates. Wait, tapi kan, sampai sekarang aku masih ada masalah nak ingat nama classmates. Okay, korang boleh cakap aku teruk tapi, ingat nama tu tak penting. Nasib baik aku jenis yang "Eh, SBS kan? class kat mana eh?" sesuka hati after dah make sure yang dia tu classmate aku. Kadang-kadang jalan sorang-sorang sampai class pun okay. Tapi itu adalah sangat mustahil sebab one of the roommates is my classmate too. So, bangun lambat sama-sama, masuk class lambat pun sama-sama. Memang bukan Fatien lah kalau datang class awal. Istilah "member Fatien" doesn't just revolve around classmates and roommates saja. Aku ada kawan-kawan seangkatan dari matrik dulu, which most of them are from other faculty. Seniors? Hah, belum ada lagi. Tapi, all in all, ingin saya tekankan di sini ya, saudara-saudari, hidup di Uni, kawan-kawan sangat lah penting. Tanpa kawan, tak bermakna lah hidup kau. Tanpa kawan, siapalah kau, kau, kau, dan kau. Nak jadikan Best Friend Forever (BFF) boleh, Friend For Benefits (FFB) boleh, tutor boleh, anak ikan boleh, kekasih gelap boleh, rebound pun boleh. Oops terlebih sudah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sekarang aku dah tak tau. Maksud aku, dah tak tau macam mana nak teruskan cerita bosan aku ni. Maka, aku pun letaklah gambar-gambar berikut bagi memuaskan nafsu anda semua. Kita enjoy! (Imagine suara Nora Danish, please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcdRgWvF4YQ/Tyj-GfHvUcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YAj8cHuxSTI/s1600/Snapshot_20111015_17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcdRgWvF4YQ/Tyj-GfHvUcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YAj8cHuxSTI/s400/Snapshot_20111015_17.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8icDAhzWIM/Tyj-_emu3xI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iE7C7ch57ZM/s1600/DSC04535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8icDAhzWIM/Tyj-_emu3xI/AAAAAAAAAy4/iE7C7ch57ZM/s400/DSC04535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures of roommates and I. Difahamkan di sini, macam ada 5 orang kesemuanya instead of only 4 single beds allocated in each room. Siapa lagi kalau bukan Dalila Wahid yang suka menyibuk selalu datang bilik kitorang. Dah lah menyibuk, pastu datang bilik kitorang sebarkan dosa ajak ngumpat hehe. Tapi Ila baik, seperti suka bawa buah tangan, bercerita kisah-kisah teladan dan berpesan-pesan supaya selalu tutup pintu sebelum memulakan aktiviti ngumpat. Hehe. Tak lah, serious, Ila ni baikkkk sangat. Eh, takde lah baik sangat. Kadang-kadang dia gila lah jugak, seperti hasut aku tuang (baca; ponteng) class/aktiviti Uni, dan sebagainya (sebenarnya takde dah). Fizikal dia memang kecik-kecik je, but man, you don't fucking mess with her. Seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lu3ROeA9j-M/Tyj_jiLdqNI/AAAAAAAAAzA/CnJaJ6-J6c0/s1600/DSC04578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lu3ROeA9j-M/Tyj_jiLdqNI/AAAAAAAAAzA/CnJaJ6-J6c0/s400/DSC04578.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of classmates and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeLTSUJmlKw/Tyj_ls-1jwI/AAAAAAAAAzI/p8qCzLca2yc/s1600/nmnnnn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeLTSUJmlKw/Tyj_ls-1jwI/AAAAAAAAAzI/p8qCzLca2yc/s400/nmnnnn.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Masa MPPB, hihi rindu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perkenalkan, kiri sekali Syahira a.k.a Squared, Ila, Soleha dan aku. Apa lagi, ni puak member se-Matrik lah hehe. Kecuali Ila sebab dia ex-PASUM. K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21wagT2qdSk/Tyj_mpMG5hI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5YIK07pHMVg/s1600/nmnnnnnn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21wagT2qdSk/Tyj_mpMG5hI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5YIK07pHMVg/s400/nmnnnnnn.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Petang terakhir MPPB di mana sepatutnya kami kena attend a talk but we went out to KB instead. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf9atA3wF54/Tyj_8GsZG8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/8pDhM8AGlrQ/s1600/DSC04616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tf9atA3wF54/Tyj_8GsZG8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/8pDhM8AGlrQ/s400/DSC04616.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bersama muka-muka yang (bajet) gangster bowling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGONDRsA1Hg/TykAJXjL6uI/AAAAAAAAAzo/SN_OOdsilNY/s1600/IMG00413-20111219-1215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGONDRsA1Hg/TykAJXjL6uI/AAAAAAAAAzo/SN_OOdsilNY/s400/IMG00413-20111219-1215.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eh eh apasal minah ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, perkenalkan. Ni Feeza, roommate aku, umur dia 21 tahun ni tapi selalu perasan muda. Dia tak bagi orang panggil dia kakak. Dia baik, sebab dia selalu jadi mak aku masa aku demam. Dia sanggup paksa Soleha temankan dia keluar pukul 12 tengah malam sebab nak carikan aku nasi+sup ladna. Dia seorang yang lemah lembut sebab dia selalu terjatuh masa main basketball. Setakat ni ada 4 pasang seluar dia koyak kat lutut sebab terjatuh. Dia suka marah kita orang satu bilik kalau tak study. Dia paling rajin antara roommates yang suka bersihkan bilik (well, selepas Feeza mestilah aku). Hihi kbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6kCAmdHYqs/TykAcQ3GFYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1epaPB0vk0g/s1600/IMAG0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6kCAmdHYqs/TykAcQ3GFYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1epaPB0vk0g/s400/IMAG0082.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT2fVYWr7FA/TykAuYAQ7YI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ir71Xw68Al4/s1600/IMAG0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT2fVYWr7FA/TykAuYAQ7YI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ir71Xw68Al4/s400/IMAG0085.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Muka paling kiri muka paling tak malu kena tibai dengan aku. (berdasarkan gambar sebelum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoQoUUjEHkU/TykBErBLDZI/AAAAAAAAA0A/X0LNylaXcW0/s1600/IMAG0258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoQoUUjEHkU/TykBErBLDZI/AAAAAAAAA0A/X0LNylaXcW0/s400/IMAG0258.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ini Ainn Haris. Sama tak muka kita orang? Sama takkkkk. Yang ni kakak aku, (selain sebab dia lagi tua daripada aku) sebab mulut dia bising sikit, tapi takpe. Kena sangat lah kan dengan aku yang pendiam tapi hensem &amp;nbsp;ni. Dia cakap tak henti-henti like 24/7. Tapi dia baik. Dia suka nasihat aku, "Laa chill lah" bila aku marah-marah. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r8HAWmwF-g/TykBWuZrHdI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Z5WHVWGkEgY/s1600/IMAG0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r8HAWmwF-g/TykBWuZrHdI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Z5WHVWGkEgY/s400/IMAG0261.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teman-teman se-jangok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perkenalkan, yang comel-comel tu Hazniza :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpBGPCFnc1c/TykBpWCJy4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yOjAT6EWgk4/s1600/IMAG0285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpBGPCFnc1c/TykBpWCJy4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/yOjAT6EWgk4/s400/IMAG0285.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti suap-menyuap mushroom soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XL3l83kGFc0/TykCJekN0mI/AAAAAAAAA0g/VmW9_rzYJtA/s1600/IMG00147-20111119-1026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XL3l83kGFc0/TykCJekN0mI/AAAAAAAAA0g/VmW9_rzYJtA/s400/IMG00147-20111119-1026.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teman-teman se-gym.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yang kanan sekali tu Jannah, yes, roommate aku merangkap classmate aku juga. Dia sangat lah pemurah dan baik hati. Dia suka ajak kita orang habiskan roti dia dan minum Vico dia pagi-pagi sebab dia tau kitorang pemalas nak buat. Kalau rajin pun, masa tu dah terlambat. Kan aku dah cakap kitorang selalu pergi class lambat, remember? Aku lah yang selalu melembabkan pergerakan diorang. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrgEMMIJ1E/TykCO96CtoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8iMuaHD7mNs/s1600/IMG00367-20111217-2351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrgEMMIJ1E/TykCO96CtoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8iMuaHD7mNs/s400/IMG00367-20111217-2351.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teman-teman se-Deepa Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fTJ9QryTWo/TykCaoBWFKI/AAAAAAAAA04/Ey6UfyZeyDU/s1600/IMG00439-20111222-2229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1fTJ9QryTWo/TykCaoBWFKI/AAAAAAAAA04/Ey6UfyZeyDU/s400/IMG00439-20111222-2229.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teman-teman se-Dinner SBK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sojSTLJ-0To/TykCegeo45I/AAAAAAAAA1A/iRl3PinBZaE/s1600/IMG00455-20111223-1743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sojSTLJ-0To/TykCegeo45I/AAAAAAAAA1A/iRl3PinBZaE/s400/IMG00455-20111223-1743.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti "Go Green!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdvM6EuwEGA/TykCjxeK2lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OxoeSsnvUy0/s1600/IMG00507-20111225-2352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdvM6EuwEGA/TykCjxeK2lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OxoeSsnvUy0/s400/IMG00507-20111225-2352.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti...eh, bibik mana sesat ni? Hehe. Sorry Ainn :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Semua orang macam dah kenal shawl ni kan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gr8byP9ZdvE/TykCq0wNL6I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/k93Tl5LpGzU/s1600/IMG00559-20120101-1732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gr8byP9ZdvE/TykCq0wNL6I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/k93Tl5LpGzU/s400/IMG00559-20120101-1732.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti menonton Sushi hisap botol air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ada lagi seekor hamster, King. Diorang ni hasil perkongsian hidup aku dengan Feeza, eh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0WZw14aW9o/TykDkFbT-rI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OjV6SP7X6Ec/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A0WZw14aW9o/TykDkFbT-rI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OjV6SP7X6Ec/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti menghidang macaroni carbonara. Tunjuk ajar daripada Sifu Ila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8LsvoExMEM/TykEVEzjO8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Co0CxkJnIg8/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--8LsvoExMEM/TykEVEzjO8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Co0CxkJnIg8/s400/IMG_0191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti menghantar rakan-rakan naik bas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5EhV1cHxpk/TykEsQ7HwbI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f9BeAFMZIgk/s1600/IMAG0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5EhV1cHxpk/TykEsQ7HwbI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f9BeAFMZIgk/s400/IMAG0130.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moment "Kasutmu Kasutku Jua".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sebenarnya bukan kasut je, baju, baju kurung, jeans, katil, shampoo, tudung, kasut, selipar jamban pun macam tu jugak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0YmOeNdQVk/TykFF1TgDCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/etTGFUEqhME/s1600/IMAG0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0YmOeNdQVk/TykFF1TgDCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/etTGFUEqhME/s400/IMAG0139.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti melantak di Restoran Nasi Ulam Cikgu dekat Muzium Kraf Tangan KB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: &amp;nbsp;Semua ni hanya RM28 sahaja. Yes, I repeat, RM28 only! (Order set bukan ala carte) Kau datang KB tapi tak singgah sini memang rugi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Restoran Nasi Ulam Cikgu ni dah boleh kena bagi aku share untung kat aku ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbhN9A1Jgxk/TykGB5N0A2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/YKnj4WaoeBA/s1600/IMAG0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbhN9A1Jgxk/TykGB5N0A2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/YKnj4WaoeBA/s400/IMAG0149.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh ya, yang bertudung biru, Ainur pun roommate aku jugak. Dia tersangatlah motherly sampai kitorang semua panggil dia Mak. Tengok lah gaya dia hehe. Dia suka makan megi sampai dah takde orang lain dah untuk di-blamed bila banyak rambut gugur atas lantai hehe. Tapi Ainur baik, dia sangat caring seperti suka belikan kita orang Big Apple lepas balik dari dating dengan Shareef Hehe. Dia suka kacau aku tengok How I &amp;nbsp;Met Your Mother sebab dia macam kurang laju nak tangkap maksud lawak tu, so dia suruh aku rewind. Haish, nasib baik aku baik hehe. Cuba kira ada berapa 'Hehe' dalam para ni :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcOY8N5UuOk/TykGYdh7VrI/AAAAAAAAA2I/jIT-TtXe_Bs/s1600/IMAG0150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcOY8N5UuOk/TykGYdh7VrI/AAAAAAAAA2I/jIT-TtXe_Bs/s400/IMAG0150.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67DeU7p6K18/TykGxLemssI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Lf33ZCQrpJc/s1600/IMAG0151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-67DeU7p6K18/TykGxLemssI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Lf33ZCQrpJc/s400/IMAG0151.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OR5U5vQ7_M/TykHrLlBJFI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VLqrdZVh6Sk/s1600/IMAG0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OR5U5vQ7_M/TykHrLlBJFI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VLqrdZVh6Sk/s400/IMAG0164.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti bergambar selepas melantak nasi ulam cikgu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jv52_F66I7k/TykH_JtfKgI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tEXwFvFpRco/s1600/IMAG0192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jv52_F66I7k/TykH_JtfKgI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tEXwFvFpRco/s400/IMAG0192.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti berlesbian sekejap bersama bakal model, eh silap, Soleha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKkAUOjxjgs/TykIw8rpYfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/F0nrQy-4IWM/s1600/IMG_1691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKkAUOjxjgs/TykIw8rpYfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/F0nrQy-4IWM/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti makan steam bot selepas penat makan nasi ulam cikgu. Eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEp6U4I3Uxs/TykKEzq9f3I/AAAAAAAAA2w/r2nR9Pk6tfM/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xEp6U4I3Uxs/TykKEzq9f3I/AAAAAAAAA2w/r2nR9Pk6tfM/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti menjejak tempat yang ada jual Murtabak Raja. You know Murtabak Raja? Lasagna? No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3rEbV2Z5r0/TykLNSVX6YI/AAAAAAAAA24/sjAHMVTkVVE/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3rEbV2Z5r0/TykLNSVX6YI/AAAAAAAAA24/sjAHMVTkVVE/s400/IMG_0257.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti menjejak Tutti Frutti Taman Tg. Anis. Pheww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVw9tMqUS7Y/TykMEK0hEHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8P5kMFNdF7Q/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gVw9tMqUS7Y/TykMEK0hEHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/8P5kMFNdF7Q/s400/IMG_0296.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti "Ah Penatlah Cari Tutti Frutti, Lepak Kejap Jom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr5fyLoE7dY/TykMedwMvQI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rs0FjJPGxBA/s1600/15102011158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr5fyLoE7dY/TykMedwMvQI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rs0FjJPGxBA/s400/15102011158.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti overnight kat McD after shopping tak seberapa kat Wakaf Che Yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4F4u18ECrc/TykM6CedxFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zG0hIpTVm5c/s1600/15102011177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4F4u18ECrc/TykM6CedxFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zG0hIpTVm5c/s400/15102011177.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti mencuba bonding dengan model dalam gambar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JZFWgdoxRo/TykNPhCOCVI/AAAAAAAAA3g/QUFCjzY_KOc/s1600/IMG00165-20111122-1358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JZFWgdoxRo/TykNPhCOCVI/AAAAAAAAA3g/QUFCjzY_KOc/s400/IMG00165-20111122-1358.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti redah hujan dalam studio senam robik. Ya, cuba tengok lantai dan seluar basah tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJv-7xOQtUo/TykNTIdREWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hFGVIV3vr98/s1600/IMG00198-20111128-2319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJv-7xOQtUo/TykNTIdREWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/hFGVIV3vr98/s400/IMG00198-20111128-2319.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti merawat Squared yang ditimpa kemalangan. Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPVBaelIbGY/TykNanTayOI/AAAAAAAAA3w/U-AA88Q5iqk/s1600/IMG00273-20111213-1314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPVBaelIbGY/TykNanTayOI/AAAAAAAAA3w/U-AA88Q5iqk/s400/IMG00273-20111213-1314.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti bergambar bersama pengacau bubur As-Syura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBteb6SaAbY/TykNgULB5XI/AAAAAAAAA38/6AdO7C_2_NA/s1600/Snapshot_20111211_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBteb6SaAbY/TykNgULB5XI/AAAAAAAAA38/6AdO7C_2_NA/s400/Snapshot_20111211_10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SQXMLU_QAA/TykNhQNYwWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MxcyQLJzZEo/s1600/Snapshot_20111211_22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SQXMLU_QAA/TykNhQNYwWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MxcyQLJzZEo/s400/Snapshot_20111211_22.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti web-cam bersama Feeza lepas Lecture Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCyAm4lDhF0/TykNrOHr5lI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6XfVsjjo1Qs/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCyAm4lDhF0/TykNrOHr5lI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/6XfVsjjo1Qs/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti bergambar di depan library after Nature-thon thon thon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8i1o4CrXyk/TykNsV0fNYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/WZ-pOVt6rSo/s1600/382836_324588187551686_100000015234516_1381100_23629046_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8i1o4CrXyk/TykNsV0fNYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/WZ-pOVt6rSo/s400/382836_324588187551686_100000015234516_1381100_23629046_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti membajetkan diri sebagai Kota Bharu Next Top Models.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEFrUYPDyDk/TykNtTWNneI/AAAAAAAAA4g/r7yniCIGx_U/s1600/382864_324586630885175_100000015234516_1381072_1708847965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEFrUYPDyDk/TykNtTWNneI/AAAAAAAAA4g/r7yniCIGx_U/s400/382864_324586630885175_100000015234516_1381072_1708847965_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti cam-whore di KFC Airport KB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CfFmseTlh4/TykOeobfYeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/9vWTOutXBuI/s1600/DSC04479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4CfFmseTlh4/TykOeobfYeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/9vWTOutXBuI/s400/DSC04479.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti berfaedah di gym bersama Ila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugHv3r-1CI8/TykPnGmCu4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tLwe_w4Ezv4/s1600/DSC04515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugHv3r-1CI8/TykPnGmCu4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/tLwe_w4Ezv4/s400/DSC04515.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti "Bergambar bersama pizza"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Asyik gambar makan je kitorang ni. Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfugph97tq0/TykPooBFBmI/AAAAAAAAA44/6p9c8lQQ57g/s1600/374618_324586054218566_100000015234516_1381061_335951629_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfugph97tq0/TykPooBFBmI/AAAAAAAAA44/6p9c8lQQ57g/s400/374618_324586054218566_100000015234516_1381061_335951629_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aktiviti menghantar Ila ke airport sebab beliau kena pegi Penang pula since dia nak further study jadi doctor. I miss you :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, I enjoyed living and studying in PC. I mean, siapa suka jauh dari rumah and sebenarnya banyak lagi benda takde kat sini (e.g. takde court basketball dan basikal sewa, laboratories, etc etc) tapi kena terima lah. It's just the matter of time. (Apesal positive gila aku ni?) &amp;nbsp;Boo hoo, sebenarnya satu semester ni je aku belajar kat PC. Sebab starting from Semester 2&amp;nbsp;onward, kita orang pindah tempat baru. Hello tempat baru *sniff sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: Memang takde gambar kat kelas/ lecture hall pun. Mesti korang ingat aku selalu tuang (baca; ponteng) class kan? Aku dalam class focus dekat P&amp;amp;P. So mana nak sempat cam-whore tengah-tengah class. Pfftt, datang class pun lambat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/p/s: Kat tempat baru aku bukak&amp;nbsp;mayor ship&amp;nbsp;baru lah nampaknya! Kthanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6250068096462956458?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6250068096462956458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6250068096462956458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6250068096462956458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6250068096462956458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2012/02/gentar-tak-gentar.html' title='Gentar Tak Gentar.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcdRgWvF4YQ/Tyj-GfHvUcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/YAj8cHuxSTI/s72-c/Snapshot_20111015_17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1523923593007374645</id><published>2012-01-31T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:09:10.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You? Listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsoJC-_6iDw/TygfylyomFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NAAEhjmCslo/s1600/munch_2012_02_01_010234.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsoJC-_6iDw/TygfylyomFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NAAEhjmCslo/s1600/munch_2012_02_01_010234.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya sekarang, entah aku pun tak tau hari esok aku macam mana weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s :..........'Cause I am no longer good with words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1523923593007374645?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1523923593007374645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1523923593007374645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1523923593007374645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1523923593007374645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-listening.html' title='You? Listening?'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tsoJC-_6iDw/TygfylyomFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NAAEhjmCslo/s72-c/munch_2012_02_01_010234.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1279000881243568718</id><published>2011-12-31T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:11:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case,</title><content type='html'>Hello world. In case you have forgotten, my name is Fatien, and I am nineteen. Trying to deny the fact that I am turning 20 just in few months. Crap! This is crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my blog is on hiatus. I've been away so long. It's not that my life here in UMK keeps me busy, nehhh. It's just... I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study week? I keep my brain cramped with notes and books 24/7. 'Cause that is what excellent people do yo. Blerghh. I just let myself being immersed into this gaaah-everyone-is-with-their-books-I-gotta-do-the-same-too! environment.Yes, that's what I actually do. Okay, maybe not exactly, but, who cares. I know what I do. Peace yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, clearly, a post without a real intention. Golly! I just wanted to make it a post per month. Doesn't it, look, rare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*krik krik krik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I am sorry Ila sayang. It took me 2 frickin' months to realize &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://delilawahid.blogspot.com/2011/10/f-for-fabolous-fatien.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;this! *face punch* Read it people. Tomorrow lunch, my treat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1279000881243568718?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1279000881243568718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1279000881243568718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1279000881243568718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1279000881243568718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-in-case.html' title='Just In Case,'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-8984602766039746639</id><published>2011-11-09T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T01:46:46.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absentmindedly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwFplzfvmaU/TrlqyZ9geTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7PCMVzZiMJE/s1600/tumblr_lrsueyanQt1qjri6io1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwFplzfvmaU/TrlqyZ9geTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7PCMVzZiMJE/s320/tumblr_lrsueyanQt1qjri6io1_500.png" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely. Beautiful. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-8984602766039746639?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/8984602766039746639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=8984602766039746639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8984602766039746639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8984602766039746639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/11/absentmindedly.html' title='Absentmindedly.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwFplzfvmaU/TrlqyZ9geTI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7PCMVzZiMJE/s72-c/tumblr_lrsueyanQt1qjri6io1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-4565317639005087050</id><published>2011-10-14T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:22:34.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak menang, belum kalah.</title><content type='html'>Kadang-kadang aku pelik. Kenapa mesti wujud perkataan janji. Promise. Kenapa? Siapa yang invent perkataan tu? Kenapa ada orang yang sanggup cakap macam-macam janji tapi at last dia pijak janji tu macam tu je. Kenapa? Kenapa ada orang sanggup janji nak belikan kau hadiah sebelum kau pergi belajar jauh-jauh, tapi dia tak bagi pun? Kenapa kau cakap kau tak akan korek hidung in public, tapi kau buat jugak? Kenapa ada orang cakap dia sayang kau sangat-sangat tapi at last dia blah dari hidup kau macam tu je? Kenapa ada orang cakap kau lah orang paling sepesial dalam hidup dia tapi at last dia buang kau macam roti kulat je? Kenapa ada orang cakap jangan berhenti ingat dia tapi at last dia yang buat kau rasa macam kau tak wujud? Kenapa ada orang cakap dia akan berada di sisi kau, no matter your ups or your downs, tapi at last, dia biarkan kau sorang yang rasa sedih? Kenapa ada orang cakap kau lah segala-galanya dalam&amp;nbsp; hidup dia tapi at last dia anggap kau sama macam kawan-kawan dia yang lain? Kenapa ada orang cakap dia sayang kau walaupun kau tak kenal dia, sampai kau jadi betul-betul sayang kat dia and at last terbukti dia lebih sayangkan bola rugby dia, jersey bola keranjang dia, handphone belekberi dia, putung rokoks dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pergi macam tu je, takde curi-curi toleh pandang kau kejap, takde. Dia biar kau sorang-sorang rasa kecelakaan yang dia dah tinggalkan dalam organ dalaman kau yang dekat-dekat dengan limpa kau tu. Dia pergi tak cakap apa-apa tak selit ampun maaf jumpa lagi take care, takde. Dia pergi macam tu je. Macam tu je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, I used to think that I can't live without you. Guess what? You left, I survived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-4565317639005087050?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/4565317639005087050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=4565317639005087050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4565317639005087050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4565317639005087050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/10/tak-menang-belum-kalah.html' title='Tak menang, belum kalah.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-3319064215229328936</id><published>2011-09-18T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:23:27.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Seekor Anak Tupai...</title><content type='html'>Cuba nyanyi lirik lagu tadi dengan slang Kelantan, kalau tak boleh, sila buat Siput Kera sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa je lah, niat di hati hanya nak buat short update je. Ibu cakap aku dah tak boleh bukak blog selalu. Dia kata, " Tak malu ke bagi semua orang baca? " :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who might be questioning " Where the heck&amp;nbsp;is Fatien Amirah&amp;nbsp;now??" Well, I'm pursuing my study in Bachelor (Hons) in Applied Science - Entrepreneurial Agro Technology at University Malaysia Kelantan (UMK), Kota Bharu, Kelantan. I've registered here on the last September 6th. Allocated in the room addressed B6-A*-** with three others, Jannah and Kak Fiza from Perlis and Ainur from Sungai Buloh. Awesome roommies from the same faculty! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3F-0D5t-a0/TnXRPWfLinI/AAAAAAAAAtE/piZLNH_d7Ns/s1600/Snapshot_20110908_56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3F-0D5t-a0/TnXRPWfLinI/AAAAAAAAAtE/piZLNH_d7Ns/s320/Snapshot_20110908_56.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muka haa-kitorang-boleh-buat-macamni-sambil-skip-aktiviti-orientasi-kau-boleh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ Em ni member ponteng orientasi je. Gua janji, gua tak ponteng kelas dah *fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKYXEnPRHUQ/TnXd21NuKqI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7i1_CcCLfto/s1600/roommies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKYXEnPRHUQ/TnXd21NuKqI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7i1_CcCLfto/s320/roommies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roommies :D and baju batik 1Malaysia and shawl UMK lololol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Okaythanksbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-3319064215229328936?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/3319064215229328936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=3319064215229328936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3319064215229328936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3319064215229328936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/09/ada-seekor-anak-tupai.html' title='Ada Seekor Anak Tupai...'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3F-0D5t-a0/TnXRPWfLinI/AAAAAAAAAtE/piZLNH_d7Ns/s72-c/Snapshot_20110908_56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6139600238896429017</id><published>2011-08-27T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:44:04.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ones I'll Miss Muchas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maksudnya manusia-manusia yang akan kurindu sesangat. Sengaja menggedik selit bahasa Latin hewhew. Last week's Friday was August 19th, maksudnya, Jumaat minggu lepas bertarikh 19 Ogos. Hari di mana aku tidur dan sahur di rumah Mak Lang, sebab nenek saudara aku meninggal dunia. Maka ibu dan ayah terpaksa ke Johor dengan pakcik-makcik. Sebenarnya aku okay je kalau tinggal kat rumah, tapi diorang yang protektif sangat, nak jugak hantar aku rumah Mak Lang untuk tinggal dengan sepupus. Dah la sunyi macam takde orang, tapi aku gagahkan juga..... Jap, apahal aku meleweh-leweh kepada cerita tak penting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Al-Fatihah untuk arwah nenek saudara aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hari Jumaat tu aku ke pejabat pos untuk bayar bil elektrik, bil air, dan bil astro. Parents aku memang-memandang-ke-hadapan lah I tell you. Sengaja bagi aku experience macam mana nak bayar bills semua. (Padahal pakai Maybank2u pun boleh) Okay, cerita ni pun tak penting jugak rasanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh ya, aku terpaksa melepak di Alamanda dari 10pagi sampai 5petang. Nampak tak &lt;b&gt;pembaziran waktu&lt;/b&gt; di situ? Exception untuk waktu pukul 1-3petang, 'cause I watched Captain America alone! Okay, lame. Hah, after pukul 5 lah baru aku ada teman, bila Jinba habis kerja. Jalan-jalan sampai melecet kaki... Oh wait, aku rasa ini pun cerita tak penting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sampailah Zahir, Miera and &lt;strike&gt;Peah &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sofea datang kutip aku untuk ke suatu tempat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jap, aku tak bagitau lagi eh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WInCXiXLNyc/TldFs48qP1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/n2cuWDXbt6E/s1600/DSCN3561.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WInCXiXLNyc/TldFs48qP1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/n2cuWDXbt6E/s320/DSCN3561.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Athirah yang aku nampak macam dah kurus (eh?), and these two KMB-ians ; &lt;a href="http://lifeasateen-chipzdalez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cipah&lt;/a&gt; yang nampak makin mengecut tapi maintain cute :P, &lt;a href="http://syakirahahaha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syakirah&lt;/a&gt; yang always looks elegant even dengan shirt and jeans :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57kZaDlF4UU/TldHPP3Q39I/AAAAAAAAAqg/tE727ityOVY/s1600/DSCN3562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57kZaDlF4UU/TldHPP3Q39I/AAAAAAAAAqg/tE727ityOVY/s320/DSCN3562.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kelihatan dalam gambar ialah tudung Athirah, baju Athirah. Hmm. Ohh yang pakai shawl chocolate tu &lt;a href="http://cherminhati.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dian&lt;/a&gt;, KTT-ian yang baru passed her exam w flying colors. Congrats babe! :D Oh juga kelihatan, the girl in black abaya, Sofea... dan tangan Miera. Hmm pun boleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4s9BqoZK4nQ/TldI4D9wqKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QHazik3SBpU/s1600/DSCN3566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4s9BqoZK4nQ/TldI4D9wqKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QHazik3SBpU/s320/DSCN3566.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh ni mam Putrajaya! Hewhew &lt;a href="http://warneypoad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wani&lt;/a&gt;, yang sedang study di Pilah. Yang called aku sebelum masuk hall untuk tengok Captain America -.- Haha. Yang sebelah tu, hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvewhrpkcNE/TldKqVxjLdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DGbdKZYNo-Q/s1600/DSCN3584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvewhrpkcNE/TldKqVxjLdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DGbdKZYNo-Q/s320/DSCN3584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Random people yang aku sempat snap; Hajar, my deskmate masa form4 :) And sebelah kanan, Assyu, yang tengah belajar medic di Ain Shams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPfC8GmpdDQ/TlfXv8XImMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/OAJqb0Y2IJs/s1600/DSCN3575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPfC8GmpdDQ/TlfXv8XImMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/OAJqb0Y2IJs/s320/DSCN3575.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah, Yana and Naz yang nampak makin err, chubby. Ex UiTM-ian and PASUM-ian respectively yang akan ke UTeM dan UKM, respectively.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofRUumErpj0/TlfZWqQ9WoI/AAAAAAAAArU/64z1CKqtXp4/s1600/DSCN3572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofRUumErpj0/TlfZWqQ9WoI/AAAAAAAAArU/64z1CKqtXp4/s320/DSCN3572.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haa, yang ni Hafifi! Tak, bukan semua ni Fifi, yang kanan tu Fifi. Sama-sama KMS dulu :) Yang cuba untuk kelihatan di belakang Fifi tu Nad, bajet kurus.... eh jap, tapi serious ah. Nad dah kurus sekarang. Dia cakap tension belajar accounting. Haha rindu do kat Nad :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUz3M1OgS00/TldNz4V2f1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/o5pWhTrbA50/s1600/DSCN3587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TUz3M1OgS00/TldNz4V2f1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/o5pWhTrbA50/s320/DSCN3587.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar apa ni ya Allah. Aku emo dengan camera aku maka aku snap sikit je gambar. Ohh, makhluk ganjil tu Khalis (Y)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ws2aKvSMZwI/TldPVtkFUMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Ntv9ptJquiM/s1600/DSCN3589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ws2aKvSMZwI/TldPVtkFUMI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Ntv9ptJquiM/s320/DSCN3589.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ni Dian dan Miera, dan meja dan makanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8-5Ydz6Do4/TldRTgZJiUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/JC_Jx-jfsQg/s1600/DSCN3591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P8-5Ydz6Do4/TldRTgZJiUI/AAAAAAAAAq4/JC_Jx-jfsQg/s320/DSCN3591.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Semua muka dah kenyang dah time ni :D Btw yang tudung putih tu Balqish. Jeles sebab dia balik Notts &amp;nbsp;lagi lambat -.- Dan yang cuba kelihatan tapi agak kabur-kabur tu Al-Ameer, dah pegi Washington eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1zAJHEVjIE/TldUqh1QEEI/AAAAAAAAArA/0ion7OwTw5U/s1600/DSCN3598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1zAJHEVjIE/TldUqh1QEEI/AAAAAAAAArA/0ion7OwTw5U/s320/DSCN3598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fifi yang comel lagi! Hah berterabur dah gambar ni -.-' Aku tunaikan janji aku pada Fifi untuk bagi farewell kisses :') Eleh, still masing-masing study dalam Malaysia jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jjy2PP_9sQ/TldX119OE3I/AAAAAAAAArE/V40080extJk/s1600/iftar000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jjy2PP_9sQ/TldX119OE3I/AAAAAAAAArE/V40080extJk/s320/iftar000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tablemates :D Boleh kelihatan semangkuk bakso yang tak disentuh langsung di situ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWcFlJ090Rk/Tlfq58U7gTI/AAAAAAAAArg/jbMpwzWRvi4/s320/DSCN3599.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;August 19th 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With these UiTM Asasi-ans. Lepas ni Miera pegi UTM and Sofea pegi UniMaS! Kena jaga haiwan :P Sofea ingatkan kitorang pasal gambar yang kitorang snap masa 171 Nights after SPM hari tu. So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9OR3WEN8gU/Tlfo9Be8_EI/AAAAAAAAArY/7yVHcakhKS4/s1600/DSC00246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9OR3WEN8gU/Tlfo9Be8_EI/AAAAAAAAArY/7yVHcakhKS4/s320/DSC00246.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 17th 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emm aku patut flip gambar ni dulu. Hmm. Okay tahu, yang terdapat perbezaan dari segi ketinggian.....dan kelabuhan tudung :P Hewhewhew okaybye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, I attended Excel9's Iftar at Maritime Center, Putrajaya last week's Friday. Even tak semua yang datang, I had fun. Maybe RM45 tu tak berbaloi untuk food yang tak termakan (uhh pembaziran di situ) tapi, taktau kenapa, rasa besssttttt sangat tengok muka-muka batchmates yang maybe dah dua tahun tak jumpa. Tell me, back then when we were in high school, who'd ever imagine how we are now, or what'll we be in 20years time from now? :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150271526833029&amp;amp;set=a.10150271474053029.330655.319070613028&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOoGXphSxwo/TlqZsCZFTVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1YMVsOmNmZk/s320/iftarrr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Klik untuk cari di mana aku!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you guys, well, too much :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Terasa sangat tak berguna sebab tak dapat nak bagi direction kat Zahir untuk balik Kajang from Gombak dengan baik. Oh well, it's been almost two years dah tak pergi balik Integomb. Feel sorry to Miera and Zahir though, terpaksa redah hujan lebat lewat malam. (It was almost 12midnight!) *Slaps myself real hard. I know well too much that 'duit raya' I selit-ed bawah Miera's handbag tu tak cukup untuk balas budi diorang :'( Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s p/s: Oh ya 'kawan baik', I made my promise. Never start to 'cari pasal' w me lah lain kali (Y) Yes, I still feel offended w what you did a day before the Iftar ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jangan lah terasa kalau takde gambar korang :) Aku buta IT tak reti set up camera. Lighting and shutter speed teruk gila so aku fed up so aku amik gambar sikit. Tak kisah la kan, sebab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Next week raya lah do! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eh sorry takde kaitan. Okaythanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6139600238896429017?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6139600238896429017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6139600238896429017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6139600238896429017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6139600238896429017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/08/ones-ill-miss-muchas.html' title='Ones I&apos;ll Miss Muchas'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WInCXiXLNyc/TldFs48qP1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/n2cuWDXbt6E/s72-c/DSCN3561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1064525434026757862</id><published>2011-07-18T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:50:41.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Asked Me to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Penat tau aku browse balik wall posts aku yang lama-lama dulu semata-mata untuk ini ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPP6WTF5BB0/TiPx5q_f0oI/AAAAAAAAAps/LLqsORLcXi8/s1600/suruh1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPP6WTF5BB0/TiPx5q_f0oI/AAAAAAAAAps/LLqsORLcXi8/s320/suruh1.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;untuk ini ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9w4JkCj6kc/TiPyCdsh1jI/AAAAAAAAApw/7d6pWBbFh5c/s1600/suruh2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9w4JkCj6kc/TiPyCdsh1jI/AAAAAAAAApw/7d6pWBbFh5c/s1600/suruh2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ini ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDG4T9gbvD4/TiPyd2Ic8sI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_rtqyVS69P8/s1600/suruh3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDG4T9gbvD4/TiPyd2Ic8sI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_rtqyVS69P8/s1600/suruh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dan ini ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxS1VUVPhGs/TiPyxP5kZPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/k5iON0xJwSg/s1600/suruh4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxS1VUVPhGs/TiPyxP5kZPI/AAAAAAAAAp4/k5iON0xJwSg/s320/suruh4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh salah, ini nak tunjuk yang aku ada tumblr je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay lah tu kan, kira update lah jugak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1064525434026757862?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1064525434026757862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1064525434026757862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1064525434026757862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1064525434026757862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/07/they-asked-me-to.html' title='They Asked Me to'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPP6WTF5BB0/TiPx5q_f0oI/AAAAAAAAAps/LLqsORLcXi8/s72-c/suruh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-7801724090697750346</id><published>2011-06-07T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:27:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entah</title><content type='html'>Pernah tak kau buat satu kesilapan dalam hidup yang memang tak boleh nak baiki? Atau, kau buat silap, tapi kau tak sedar. Then bila kau sedar je, semuanya dah terlambat untuk kau patah balik, untuk kau rawat kecacatan yang kau buat. Pernah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aku pernah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tak tau samada kesilapan ini adalah di dalam atau di luar sedar aku. Aku dah besar. Yes, bulan April tahun depan, usia aku dah 20 tahun. 20 weh, dah takde belas-belas dah kalau sebut. 20, lepastu 21. Lepastu 23, 24, dan seterusnya. Lepastu puluh-puluh yang lain pulak. Kau nampak tak kat situ? Usia meningkat selaras dengan masa. Masa berlalu, dan manusia berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, manusia berubah. Aku berubah, kau berubah, dia berubah, mereka berubah, semua orang berubah. Tapi, berubah tu luas konsepnya, kawan-kawan. Kau bertambah comel, itu perubahan. Kau semakin gelap, itu perubahan. Kau makin rajin tolong mak, dulu kau tahu cycling je dengan anak Cina taman sebelah; itu perubahan. Kau semakin kerek, dulu kau tak pernah kisah untuk topup kredit handphone untuk gayut dengan member; itu perubahan. Kau semakin warak, dulu kau pandang remeh je dengan tudung kau, baju kau, sekarang tudung kau labuh, cakap dengan lelaki pun tak selalu macam dulu; itu perubahan. Kau semakin feminin; dulu kau mana hadap nak pakai dress bunga-bunga dengan tali halus tu; itu perubahan. Just, manusia berubah for good or not, that's the persoalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak boleh salahkan seseorang atas perubahan dorang. Kalau dia makin sombong pun, bencilah, benci sepuas-puasnya pada sifat benci tu. Tapi kau tak boleh benci dia. Kau benci Botak sebab dia jahat, dia pukul Daim, dia bunuh Amir. Tapi kau tak faham, kau tak tahu apa yang dia lalui sepanjang hidup dia. Kau tak tahu apa yang buat dia terjebak untuk buat jenayah tu. Kau nampak muka dia macam muka orang pecah rumah tapi kau tak tahu seganas-ganas penampilan dia pun, dia sayangkan binatang. (okay, addicted to Juvana sangat ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remind yourself that, everything happens for at least one reason. Mungkin kau tak nampak mana hikmahnya, but it's surely there. Sepanjang 19 tahun aku hidup, tak de lah banyak mana aku hadapi kekecewaan. Cehh kekecewaan. Ya, aku bersyukur hidup aku stabil. Cukup makan, ada famili, takda boyfriend tapi ramai kawan, ada handphone, ada laptop nak online, ada kucing-kucing yang manja+kerek+suka berak+beranak tak henti-henti. Alhamdulillah. Antara kekecewaan paling gempak pernah aku hadapi pun adalah failed Add Math tests sampai lah time SPM pun tak berjaya jugak dapat A. Tapi aku redha. Aku terima aku tak pandai Add Math, aku terima takdir yang sebab subjek ini lah aku tak boleh dapat straight A's. Walaupun kadang-kadang aku fikir 'hmm kalau aku struggle lebih sikit insyaAllah dah boleh A. Tak A pun, A- pun okay, A+ macam mustahil pulak'. Ahhh dua tahun dah berlalu, apa aku kisah. Janji aku lulus *okay ayat mintak penampar. Bila masuk matrik, aku fikir matrik tu senang. Sebab tiga subjek je. Aku tak struggle dah macam kat sekolah dulu *padahal mana struggle nya, study last minute ada lah. Solat aku tunggang langgang, Subuh tu memang selalu menggajah je. Mengaji berapa kali je seminggu. Yasin apa tah lagi. Melepak dah jadi habit, kalau tak depan koperasi, kat Dataran Kosmik pun jadi. Movie marathon almost every weekend. Aku focused kat basketball masa tournament sampai tak focus dekat UPS and final exams. Aku tak pay attention dalam lecture. Ha, lepas tu berjinak-jinak dengan kegiatan ponteng kelas. Duit elaun aku spend mostly kat benda merepek. Hah, puas dah aku menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu takde guna nya aku menyesal. Nasi dah jadi bubur. Result dah keluar, permohonan UPU dah submit. Tinggal tunggu result nya je. Just sekarang aku dah sedar, aku kena berubah. Berubah for good, of course. Tingkatkan kerajinan, be more focused untuk my own future, bla bla bla *I know you don't wanna know. Everyone has their own plans, strategies. So do I. Aku tak boleh harapkan keajaiban je. Sebab semua benda bermula dari dalam diri aku sendiri, dalam diri kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau nampak tak? Nampak tak macam mana "manusia berubah" dikaitkan dengan apa yang ada pada aku sekarang? Nampak tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sebenarnya, bukan manusia je yang berubah. Akal pun berubah jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab, I wanted to write something else at the first place. Tengok lah sekarang jadi apa? Sorry lah, serious otak gua karat sekarang huehuehue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaythanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-7801724090697750346?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/7801724090697750346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=7801724090697750346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7801724090697750346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7801724090697750346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/06/entah.html' title='Entah'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-7535601354971025258</id><published>2011-05-26T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:18:39.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanya Kerana Sebentuk Cincin</title><content type='html'>Maka, bahawasanya aku telah pun selamat menonton filem Nur Kasih The Movie pada Khamis yang lepas iaitu pada 19Mei. Ya, dah lambat untuk aku blog-kan di sini, aku tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maynn, tengok cerita Melayu? Apa barang. Tunggu cetak rompak pun berbaloi what. Paling-paling pun subscribe je la Astro First. Satu movie baru RM15-/+ kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duhh korang tengok ni dulu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://obefiend.blogspot.com/2011/05/review-of-month-29-nur-kasih-vs-pirates.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDAzWs-yBDY/Td1CGpW8FJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/F6ELmlux-yk/s1600/nurkasih.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://obefiend.blogspot.com/"&gt;obefiend.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semestinya aku pilih yang ada cop Halal! -.- huehuehue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lesson learnt, kita haruslah sanggup bergadai nyawa demi sebentuk cincin kerana cincin itulah tanda utuhnya sesuatu hubungan suami isteri. LOL. Menyusahkan bini yang tengah pregnant je nak cari kau. Eh apehal aku lak yang emo ni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh ya, aku terpikat dengan kecomelan budak kecik yang pegang watak sebagai Maryam, Mia Sara Nasuha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QQP4ZUBXhc/Td1HiWOwTsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MSTvcqMg8Ac/s1600/miasara.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QQP4ZUBXhc/Td1HiWOwTsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MSTvcqMg8Ac/s400/miasara.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maryam : Paksu sakit apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Adam : Paksu sakit kaki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maryam : Ohhh. Sakit sikit ke sakit banyak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Adam : Sakit sikit je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maryam : Nasib baik sakit sikit. Kalau sakit banyak dah meninggal dah macam Umi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha. Sumpah comel. Okay lah, aku tak tahu nak ulas apa lagi dah. Pengakuan berani mati, movie ni tangkap leleh jugak ah. Okay dah. Taknak cakap lebih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sumpah kelakar dengar Fizz Fairuz speaking Arabic. Huehuehue. Takpe, practices make perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Balqish dah buat gua butthurt sebab dah tengok Encik Jack dulu :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s p/s : Aku buat tumblr baru. Dan dalam masa dua hari aku dah ada 85 posts. Impressive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-7535601354971025258?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/7535601354971025258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=7535601354971025258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7535601354971025258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7535601354971025258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/05/hanya-kerana-sebentuk-cincin.html' title='Hanya Kerana Sebentuk Cincin'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDAzWs-yBDY/Td1CGpW8FJI/AAAAAAAAAoU/F6ELmlux-yk/s72-c/nurkasih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-9135076474146276175</id><published>2011-05-20T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:49:14.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Round</title><content type='html'>Result kanak-kanak Matrikulasi se-Malaysia dah keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result kau macam mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahsia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perasaan aku ni boleh lah kiranya diibaratkan dengan seekor panda yang ditolak permohonannya untuk mendapat pallets baru. Tragik ke weh? Result aku meningkat. Tapi hanya 0.03. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cukuplah satu malam aku tak sedar apa yang aku tengah buat. Aku terpisat-pisat bangun tidur petang tu dan terus aku on PC untuk check result. Aku nampak abjad dan angka tersusun cantik je kat muka surat tu. Sah, tu dia result aku. Aku terdiam weh, duduk tak kena. Berlari tak kena. Mandi tak wangi. Makan tak baca bismillah. Kerja rumah langsung aku tak settle. Malam tu, memang susah aku nak tidur. Aku tenung siling je dah makan masa 3jam. Aku pergi dapur dan bukak peti sejuk, aku nampak root beer. Entah siapa punya, aku tak peduli. Yang penting, 6 cawan root beer dah selamat masuk perut aku. Aku pandang sekeliling, cuba untuk bayangkan diri aku tengah terbang. Pfftt, memang tak ah nak terbang dengan root beer. Aku simpan balik root beer dalam peti sejuk. Aku butthurt dengan root beer. Root beer tak mampu buat aku high. Root beer tak mampu buat aku lupa pasal result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku sedar, aku tak patut ke jalan tu. Astaghfirullah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku online lagi. Entah semua orang senyap, maka aku pun mengambil keputusan untuk mengucapkan tahniah kat member-member se-Facebook atas pencapaian masing-masing tanpa mengetahui result sebenar diorang terlebih dahulu. Maafkan aku kalau korang anggap perbuatan aku macam annoying ke apa. Tapi sumpah aku cakap, aku happy untuk korang :') And sorry mates, aku tak jawab bila korang tanya. Thanks for the care, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku redha dengan result aku. Walaupun hakikatnya aku harapkan keajaiban berlaku, tapi aku kena terima. Memang tak ah kau nak 4.0 flat dengan main-main masa lecture, ponteng kelas dan bermacam macam lagi kesalahan. Tak guna nak menyesal. Tak macho langsung.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nak menyesal apa? Aku dah cukup bersyukur dah dengan result aku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maka sekarang aku perlu suluh masa depan aku berbekalkan cahaya yang tak-terang-mana-tak-malap-mana daripada result aku sendiri. Terus terang aku cakap, aku belum nampak apa weh. Ada lah sikit aku teraba-raba, tapi semua sampah. Tak, maksud aku, aku sendiri tak pasti apa aku nak sebab laluan aku untuk ke cita-cita utama aku sejak kecil dulu dah tertutup. Aku tak pasti, tapi buat masa sekarang dah tertutup. Entah dah terkunci atau tak, tu aku tak pasti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku tahu, aku kena refer pada Dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-9135076474146276175?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/9135076474146276175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=9135076474146276175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/9135076474146276175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/9135076474146276175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-round.html' title='Another Round'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-5129717040380123088</id><published>2011-05-13T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T05:00:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BLOGGER IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE ?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAAA ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH EM GEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHYYYY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaahhaha, enough bitching. Nasib baik tak lama pun blogger down. Kalau lama, aku nak blame dunia untuk berlaku tidak adil kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tipulah kalau selamanya dunia ni je yang perlu disalahkan setiap kali benda malang berlaku. Kadang kadang aku perlu berterima kasih dekat makhluk-makhluk yang senyum kat aku. Sebab mak aku kata senyum itu sedekah. Namun begitu rakan-rakan, kejadian aku ter-miss subuh pada pagi Jumaat hari 13th membuatkan hariku macam celaka serba sedikit. Kalau ada mesin masa dah lama aku putar kembali masa di mana aku sedang berasmaradana dengan selimut dan bantal bantal peluk. Tapi, kau semua tau, there's no such thing in this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untunglah ada benda magikal yang berlaku sebaik saja aku celik mata. Iaitu kejadian di mana aku terlihat Chris Hemsworth tengah lena kat sebelah. Muahaha, mimpi! Takde makna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUmIbCewAzY/Tc2KAMQQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAn8/T4N4gZh-w4Y/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUmIbCewAzY/Tc2KAMQQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAn8/T4N4gZh-w4Y/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Click on the image for a larger view.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aha, tak payah nak larger view sangat ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*aiyok Ifa, kau cakap ibu bengong! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sebenarnya benda ni takde lah magikal mana. Tapi cukup buat aku rasa, err, terharu. Kot? Entri dua tahun yang lepas korang tahu? Dua tahun lepas! Di mana pada tarikh itu parents aku datang visit aku masa aku masih di Integomb lagi. Masuk je dalam kereta terdengarlah dendangan lagu paling femes dalam dunia. Lagu Happy Birthday, bak kata orang kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh dan lagi satu, dulu masa lepas SPM duk melepet depan laptop, boleh lah sesekali aku layan Fishville dekat Facebook. Tapi sekejap je, aku dah tak pandang dah. Tu semua duniawi :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv0_6QRYfsM/Tc2WzS3t9iI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EYfbrL7hf0Q/s1600/222.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wv0_6QRYfsM/Tc2WzS3t9iI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EYfbrL7hf0Q/s400/222.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya, arm hair ialah bulu ketiak, ye kawan-kawan. Kawan saya tak tau bulu ketiak dalam English. Berhempas pulas aku lukis bulu ketiak, dia tak dapat teka. Maka, kami masing-masing takdapat markah :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBwC3brTw-4/Tc2Xbbl5vzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cc-7k7thw5g/s1600/221.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BBwC3brTw-4/Tc2Xbbl5vzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cc-7k7thw5g/s400/221.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sekarang aku main benda lain pulak. Benda yang menguji kecerdasan dan ketangkasan minda, di samping memupuk semangat setia kawan dan kerjasama. Fair play, tahu? Kalau member kau tak dapat teka, kau pun tak dapat markah. Haa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Korang jangan nak kutuk aku sangat lah main Draw My Thing, at least aku tak melepak depan shopping mall, huhahuhua tak tentu hala atas jalan raya; atau duduk bawah jembatan tu :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaythanksbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-5129717040380123088?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/5129717040380123088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=5129717040380123088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5129717040380123088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5129717040380123088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th ?'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUmIbCewAzY/Tc2KAMQQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAn8/T4N4gZh-w4Y/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1936341752747679139</id><published>2011-05-12T04:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T21:00:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kerapu Bakar and Makhluk Aneh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, as of 8th till 11th of May, I was off to Pangkor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLUrRmPYKn4/TclvsgneK4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/7_URYuciMqs/s1600/pantai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLUrRmPYKn4/TclvsgneK4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/7_URYuciMqs/s320/pantai.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say hello to beach! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spell it right! It's B.E.A.C.H. haahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's all started when Sya rang me on the Saturday night. Her dad just got voucher penginapan kat Pangkor from his company, apetah nama hotel tu, memory gua berkapasiti rendah *sila take note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, since Sya's dad and mom pegi Umrah, dorang bagi Sya voucher tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Conclusion = Sya, Aimy, Fatien = Pangkor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, since Blogger just got well from the unavailability, I decided not to talk much about this entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's the photos do the talking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RwYxzzxw1A/Tcl0R_hTiLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/TltqKzrc2xg/s1600/pantai3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RwYxzzxw1A/Tcl0R_hTiLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/TltqKzrc2xg/s320/pantai3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya, kami pencinta fauna, dan mereka juga mencintai kami :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_DkfRyKFYc/Tcl0pgKE6tI/AAAAAAAAAnE/G3skjS3a0PA/s1600/pantai2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_DkfRyKFYc/Tcl0pgKE6tI/AAAAAAAAAnE/G3skjS3a0PA/s320/pantai2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sya with her shy and wry smile on her face. She's afraid of water! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-FwcX1Roq4/Tc10DH66LGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j95hxQ4Tzqw/s1600/api1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-FwcX1Roq4/Tc10DH66LGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/j95hxQ4Tzqw/s1600/api1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you can spot us in this picture, then you're absolutely smart. (eh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijo8G6i9WUY/Tc10DuNjWOI/AAAAAAAAAno/ViCqOiNQTbE/s1600/api2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijo8G6i9WUY/Tc10DuNjWOI/AAAAAAAAAno/ViCqOiNQTbE/s320/api2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ya, kawan kawan, selamat datang ke Pangkor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*tapi jangan cari Anchor !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riOt-dCK0hY/Tc10OT6tNwI/AAAAAAAAAns/la1JmLa29ng/s1600/api4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riOt-dCK0hY/Tc10OT6tNwI/AAAAAAAAAns/la1JmLa29ng/s320/api4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, ladies and gentlemen, we're at Kota Belanda now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*konon-konon cakap dengan tourists, lmao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWTWjALw67A/Tc10O26ZTzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ecx6gn0YWEI/s1600/api5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWTWjALw67A/Tc10O26ZTzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ecx6gn0YWEI/s320/api5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the second night we thought of having butter crab for dinner. Tapi kat pulau2 camni, agak susah sebenarnya nak dapat butter crab kat restoran biasa. Plus, Aimy tak suka makan crab, dia kan minah &amp;nbsp;kampung, hahaha. So, we had kerapu bakar instead. Hmm not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc8XWLI6vMw/Tc10CoOGJEI/AAAAAAAAAng/HPs4HwonFFI/s320/api6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So damn mouth watering tapi yg sayur hijau tu tak habis pun! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, kita ke gambar seterusnya,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjwDBAQJ45E/Tc13txLXO-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/eecvaWcs4oY/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjwDBAQJ45E/Tc13txLXO-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/eecvaWcs4oY/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ha, sebenarnya ni lah makhluk aneh tu. Aneh, bukan? I bought this one for Syafiq to replace the one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yang dah tercabut hari tu :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, as you all notice, takde gambar Aimy pun. Bukan aku taknak letak ok, tapi Aimy sendiri tak bagi. Too explicit katanya. Cess :\ Ok lah, aku terasa macam gedik sekejap bila keluar dengan dorang ni, haha. Takpe, dorang tak kisah pun aku cakap camtu. Diorang redha :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Planning on to hang out summore lepas ni, tapi Sya pulak dah kerja. Eleh, Bangi dengan Kajang kan kentut pun boleh dengar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pesanan penaja; thanks a lot to Sya yang dah sponsor percutian kami ke Perak pada segmen kali ni. Next time if your dad menang voucher pergi Rome pulak don't lah hesitate to give me call :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okaythanksbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1936341752747679139?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1936341752747679139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1936341752747679139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1936341752747679139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1936341752747679139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-kerapu-bakar-and-makhluk-aneh.html' title='Of Kerapu Bakar and Makhluk Aneh'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLUrRmPYKn4/TclvsgneK4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/7_URYuciMqs/s72-c/pantai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-5736631480340130575</id><published>2011-05-08T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T04:59:56.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu tak panas, tak mendung. Biasa-biasa je lah. Masa tu Fatien Amirah baru 9tahun. Sekolah rendah lagi. Comel? Tak pun, selekeh sikit. Nak perasan Fatien ni senang je, dia lebih tinggi daripada kebanyakan kawan-kawan dia. Tapi tak boleh kalahkan &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/lizaduddlydo"&gt;Liza&lt;/a&gt;, budak perempuan paling tinggi kat sekolah. Aku tengok jam, dah masuk pukul 3.35 petang. Masa pertama untuk subjek Bahasa Inggeris. Aku tak suka subjek ni dulu. Sebab tu susah sangat nak dapat A sampailah peperiksaan percubaan UPSR. Tapi takpe, sebab teacher Linda baik orangnya, aku layankan aje. Eh, boleh eh camtu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak," teacher Linda mengeluh. Tak, aku tak pasang telinga lah! Aku duduk meja depan, sebab tu aku boleh dengar. Teacher Linda pandang aku. Eh tak, pandang kitorang. Aku dan &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000230305883"&gt;Diyanah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, can you help me?" tanya teacher Linda. Aku pandang Diyanah. Diyanah pandang teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" Diyanah jawab. Aku tak jawab, bukan aku taknak tolong. Aku kan pendiam, tolerable lagi, aku bagi la peluang untuk Dian sembang-sembang dengan teacher. Oh ye, nama mesra Diyanah ialah Dian. Tapi masa tu tak panggil Dian lagi. Dah besar baru panggil Dian. Masa sekolah dulu tak ingat nama panggilan dia apa, tapi aku nak panggil Dian jugak. Senang, pendek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please take your friends' English 3 books on my table, in the staffroom," Aisehmen. Kena pegi staffroom ke ni? Aku dah tak sedap dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," Laju je Dian jawab. Terus dia pandang aku. "Jom ah," semangat membara api betul minah ni. Tau lah nak dapat sticker "Pelajar Berhati Murni". heheh, Dian kalau you baca ni, jangan marah I tau, hikhik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tak senang nak pergi staffroom. Pergi staffroom, means aku akan terserempak dengan ibu. Walaupun ibu ajar sesi pagi, tapi selalunya around 3p.m. dia belum balik lagi. Sama ada menanda karangan bahasa Melayu atau sembang gosip panas dengan cikgu-cikgu lain. Masa tu staffroom kat tingkat 2. So, dari kelas aku, kena lah naik tangga tapi blok lain-lain. Tak jauh pun sebab blok kitorang bertentangan. Masa naik tangga tu lah aku sempat intai kawasan parkir. Proton Wira maroon ibu ada lagi. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus aku teringat kisah pagi tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Masa tu baru balik dari sekolah agama. Aku tengok jam, baru pukul 11.15 pagi. Aku ingat nak tidur dulu, baru makan. Korang tau, aku ada banyak gang kat sekolah dulu. Biasalah budak-budak. Gang main lain, gang nak pegi kantin lain, gang nak pegi bookshop lain, gang kat sekolah agama lain. Haa. Yang ni, aku ada gang anak-anak cikgu. Sorry la kitorang takde nama best macam Geng Bas Sekolah tu khrkhr. So, after sekolah agama, akan ada cikgu (one of our members of gang-anak-cikgu punya mak) akan amik kitorang pergi sekolah kebangsaan. Hidup kitorang tak macam korang. Boleh balik rumah, lunch kat rumah, sempat tidur atas tilam, tengok tv, main dengan hamster ke. Kitorang lepak sekolah je :'( Kira transit ah. Sebelum start sesi petang kitorang makan, mandi, tukar baju semua kat sekolah. Tak daif pun. Kitorang bahagia macam ni :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tengah hari tu, lepas je aku tukar baju biru kain biru gelap, aku naik staffroom. Selalunya ibu beli nasi untuk lunch dan dia akan letak atas meja dia. Lepas tu aku dengan &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000531001659"&gt;Ain Farhana&lt;/a&gt; atau nama manja dia Nana, lepak kat pondok makan sama-sama. Nana sama sekolah rendah dengan aku lepastu kitorang jumpa balik dekat Matriks :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, tengah hari tu. Ya, tengah hari tu, aku hampa. Ibu takde kat meja beliau, dan lebih menghampakan, takde makanan pun atas meja ibu. Apa ni ibu, pagi tadi sebelum hantar aku pegi sekolah agama dah pesan untuk jumpa dia kat staffroom. Sekarang, ibu pulak takde. Aku keluar dari staffroom, tapi masa nak keluar aku terserempak dengan ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haa, ibu. Akak cari..." tak sempat pun aku habis cakap ibu tarik lengan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak ikut ibu," dah lumrah alam, kalau orang pegang tangan kau mesti kau ikut mana dia pegi. Maka aku pun ikut mana ibu bawak aku. Aku ingat ibu nak bawak aku pegi kantin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku silap besar. Ibu bawak aku masuk staffroom balik, tapi ikut pintu lagi satu. Damn, sangkaan aku meleset seratus peratus. Ibu dudukkan aku kat kerusi. Maka aku pun duduk, malas aku nak ulang part lumrah alam tadi. Aku baru je nak meluahkan perasaan aku bahawasanya perutku dalam kelaparan, tapi ibu yang meluahkan perasaan beliau terlebih dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa teruk sangat ni kak?" soal ibu. Dia keluarkan kertas. Kertas ujian. Kertas peperiksaan, to be exact. Ada nama aku. Nama kelas aku. dan yang paling signifikan ialah nombor yang ditulis dalam bulatan dengan pen merah pada penjuru kanan atas kertas tu. Satu angka. 75%. Ya, 75%. Teruk, bukan? Biasalah dulu, 75% tu dikira sikit dan teruk. Tapi kali ni &amp;nbsp;memang aku rasa sangat teruk. 75% untuk Matematik darjah Tiga? Astaghfirullahalazim, ape nak jadi dengan kau ni, Fatien? Sempat aku bermonolog dalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku senyap. Dah tu, nak cakap apa, kang ibu cakap aku melawan. Aku senyap je lah. Aku tak tau nak cakap/buat apa. Aku takut nak pandang muka ibu. Aku tau dia marah sangat dengan aku. Dari ujian sebelum tu markah Matematik aku teruk sangat. Aku dah cakap dah &lt;a href="http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/02/25-things.html"&gt;dulu&lt;/a&gt;, aku memang ada masalah besar dengan Matematik. Tak lama tu aku dengar footsteps. Ya Allah, jangan lah ada cikgu lain dengar ibu marah-marah aku ni. Segan, tahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ala kak Yati, takde ape la. Fatien ni dia kuat berangan je dalam kelas. Nanti kalau saya perasan dia pandang tempat lain saya panggil la dia, jawab soalan kat depan ke.." Ciss, ni ugutan ke ape ni. Aku dongak. Dah agak dah. Cikgu Rozita, guru kelas aku merangkap cikgu Matematik aku jugak. Tegas, garang do. Korang memang tak boleh main-main dengan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tunduk balik. Kalau nak cerita bab hati dan perasaan, aku memang fail kat sini. Tapi serious aku cakap aku sebak. Hati budak 9tahun aku masa tu memang cepat sengat tergoyah ke-macho-annya, maka aku menangis. Ya, aku memang pantang kena marah dengan ibu. Ayat ibu memang senang buat orang touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau main-main dalam kelas ke kak...blablabla.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu dah bagi kau dengan Cikgu Rozita pun macamni jugak result kau...blablabla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau nak ibu hantar kau tuisyen math pulak ke...blablabla.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan blablabla. Dan yang paling touching sekali, ibu compare-kan aku dengan classmate aku. Ya, classmate aku yang aku tengah jalan menuju ke staffroom bersama di dunia nyata ni, Dian. Dian pandai, tapi aku lagi pandai, sepatutnya. Sebab since darjah Satu, markah kitorang memang selalu dekat-dekat. Tapi still, aku yang selalu menang. Dan kali ni, keputusan peperiksaan pertengahan tahun darjah Tiga dah keluar, aku kecundang di tangan Dian. Dian belum tau, sebab selalunya memang selalu aku yang akan tau dulu sebelum kawan-kawan lain; sebab ibu; sebab ibu rajin sangat pergi jumpa Cikgu Rozita tanya segala markah dan keputusan aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedih. Ya, aku sedih. Tapi aku sedih dengan cara budak perempuan yang macho tengah sedih ah. Korang jangan bayang budak perempuan cengeng pulak. Mulalah ibu cakap aku dah tak fokus belajar dalam kelas. Sibuk praktis gimrama sampai tak belajar. Sibuk praktis choral speaking la, tu la, ini la. Ibu cerita lah, Dian dulu biasa biasa je, lepastu bila kawan dengan aku, Dian dah jadi top student dalam kelas. Aku tak boleh main main, sebab nanti senang sangat Dian nak potong aku. Aku dapat nombor dua dalam kelas, Dian ambik tempat aku, pertama. Ibu, nombor dua kira okay lah ibu! Tak, ibu taknak dengar, ibu tak akan peduli. Dia nak aku dapat nombor satu selalu dalam kelas. Dengan cubitan berbisa kat perut, aku malas nak cakap kan. Bisa do! Ok dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku merajuk dengan ibu. Aku tak makan tengah hari pun haritu dan biar Nana makan sorang-sorang. Aku rasa macam dunia ni sangat unfair. Aku rasa nak pindah pergi dunia lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Oi, berangan," Dian sergah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Tett, mana ada," kitorang dah sampai staffroom pun. Nak cari meja teacher Linda tak susah. Dekat dengan tingkap, meja kedua. Tapi jauh dengan meja ibu. Oh, ibu. Aku pusing. Dem, ibu ada lagi. Aku kena blah cepat-cepat ni. Ye lah, aku kan tengah merajuk dengan ibu. Kena ada tempohnya, mana boleh 'kawan' lagi. Tak sampai 6jam pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dah jumpa buku English 3 kitorang, aku bawak separuh, Dian bawak separuh, then kitorang blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Eh, ibu kau," Dian juihkan bibir dia ke arah meja ibu. Aish, Dian ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ya, nampak," aku jawab selamba. Dah keluar dari staffroom, kitorang guna jalan ke kanan untul balik ke kelas. Malangnya, ada kelas budak darjah 2 ni tengah beratur depan kelas ramai-ramai. Cehh, traffic jam. Terpaksa guna jalan jauh. dan, terpaksa lalu jalan yang menghadap meja ibu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku jalan dengan selamba. Selamba, dan sangat selamba. Aku tak pandang tempat lain melainkan lantai. Tapi &amp;nbsp;mata Dian melilau dalam staffroom. Tah ape dia tengok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dan, masa tu jugak lah aku dengar nama aku dipanggil. Sekali. Dua kali. Tiga kali. Suara ibu. Aku tak berani toleh. Suara ibu tak garang. Tapi manja. Mesra la, lagi best nak describe. Macam suara seorang ibu yang girang gembira nak amik anak kecik dia kat nursery setelah berjauhan selama berjam-jam. Hati aku tersentuh ah. Ceceyh. Apa ni, ibu. Jangan lah panggil, orang tengah merajuk ni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Kakak...Kakak," mesra gila. Sumpah. Tak macam pagi tadi masa dia marah-marah aku pasal kertas Matematik aku. Sumpah aku taktau apa perasaan aku. Kecik-kecik dah ada ego. Aku berusaha untuk tak toleh ke arah ibu. Aku teruskan berjalan sampai hujung staffroom, dan ibu masih lagi memanggil dengan suara mesra beliau. Shit, aku rasa bersalah gila, but yet, aku still tak pandang ibu. Dian dah pandang aku pelik semacam je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sampai lah kitorang dah lepas staffroom, pandangan aku kabur. Tak, tak. Wak lu aku nak pengsan. Pandangan aku kabur sebab ada air mata lah! Aku rasa serba salah gila. Faham tak? Sumpah aku taktau macam mana nak terang dah. Dah la, sampai sini je la kisah teladan kita ya kawan-kawan. Nilai dan pengajaran, balik cari sendiri dalam buku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kesimpulannya, selamat hari ibu! Walaupun sepatutnya kita hargai our mom setiap hari, tapi apa salahnya kita sepecial-kan hari ini sebagai hari ibu sedunia, kan kan. Tak gitu? hehheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you ibu, even akak tau, makin besar ni perangai akak makin tak matang. Suka buat dunno bila ibu suruh buat kerja, suka buat taktau bila ibu panggil, malas masak, malas belajar, suka tidur dan sebagainya; tapi ibu sorang je ibu akak dalam dunia ni. Akak nak sayang siapa lagi? Haa, ibu lah! Hikhik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHuwgYQjKTQ/TcWuuRbYtZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GOhS8rjvzkk/s1600/kakakibu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHuwgYQjKTQ/TcWuuRbYtZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GOhS8rjvzkk/s320/kakakibu.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abaikan text dalam gambar di atas, sila puji aku yg&lt;br /&gt;rajin dan kreatif edit gambar :)&lt;br /&gt;*ya, anda tak salah. Kami dlm gambar masa aku &lt;br /&gt;kat Integomb dulu.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa, inilah ibu aku. Yang garang, cantik, emosional lah sikit. Tapi sekarang ibu dah tak boleh garang-garang sangat nanti darah ibu naik :( Ibu dah tak jadi cikgu dah sekarang. Tak, belum pencen lagi ye u'olls. Ibu saya baru 45 tahun. Baru eh? Hm boleh lah. Ibu kerja kat kementerian. Dulu senang sikit nak celebrate Mother's Day boleh sekali dengan Teacher's Day. Tapi sekarang dah lain. Huehuehue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, padan muka korang siapa suruh rajin membaca sangat. Takde award untuk pembaca entri terpanjang pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI IBU, Pn Khayati Rafiee@Rani !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Love You Loadsss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaythanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-5736631480340130575?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/5736631480340130575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=5736631480340130575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5736631480340130575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5736631480340130575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHuwgYQjKTQ/TcWuuRbYtZI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GOhS8rjvzkk/s72-c/kakakibu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-4302077009746185805</id><published>2011-05-06T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:40:26.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Forget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPB42DRbKiY/TcMGgQtqBDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5n2vKB52zjU/s1600/thor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPB42DRbKiY/TcMGgQtqBDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5n2vKB52zjU/s320/thor2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ni ape kes ni letak gambar lelaki takpakai baju &amp;nbsp;ni? Public ni, agak-agak sikit brader.&lt;/div&gt;I &amp;nbsp;must say, Thor is a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge guy :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbq_46zWKc8/TcMG70m9HAI/AAAAAAAAAmw/FBQnyrxwI8c/s1600/thor4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbq_46zWKc8/TcMG70m9HAI/AAAAAAAAAmw/FBQnyrxwI8c/s320/thor4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah man. That huge guy cries! Thor is being sulky because he didn't managed to pull the hammer out. Haha. Pity him :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnC39AYN0hI/TcMGg-cw7YI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ftHW6-FpHt0/s1600/thor3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VnC39AYN0hI/TcMGg-cw7YI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ftHW6-FpHt0/s320/thor3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enough Chris, enough. You make me melt like a butter on hot pants, oops, pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt6pA0z6-1M/TcMGf53O8dI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qWkJwaWqwd4/s1600/thor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt6pA0z6-1M/TcMGf53O8dI/AAAAAAAAAmg/qWkJwaWqwd4/s320/thor.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So yeah, I watched Thor 3D last Saturday. It was awesomeeeeee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Okaythanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-4302077009746185805?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/4302077009746185805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=4302077009746185805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4302077009746185805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4302077009746185805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-can-i-forget_907.html' title='How Can I Forget?'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPB42DRbKiY/TcMGgQtqBDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/5n2vKB52zjU/s72-c/thor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-8820590374439663592</id><published>2011-04-29T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:56:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh Lega</title><content type='html'>Aku terlentang, tak sedap. Aku mengiring ke kiri. Aish orang cakap tak baik baring mengiring ke kiri. Entah kenapa,&amp;nbsp;aku pun tak sempat nak kaji lagi. Aku mengiring ke kanan, pun rasa macam ayam berak kapur *eh betul ke peribahasa aku guna ni. Ah, last last aku terlentang balik. Aku tenung siling, siling tenung aku. Aku dah segan. Aku duduk pulak. Aku hadap cermin. Nampak separuh je badan aku. Hmm, kurus jugak aku ni, getusku di dalam hati. Memang silap besar lah Jinba complain aku gemuk setiap kali berhimpit himpit nak tengok movie. Aku berdiri. Aku belek belek muka aku. Cehh apesal muka aku remuk sial? Aku rapatkan muka aku ke cermin. Dang! Sejak bila cermin ni retak? Habis hilang ke-macho-an semula jadi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay aku harus mengarahkan hati dan perasaan aku ke tujuan asal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;To do or not to do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tenung laptop. Jam kat laptop dah pukul 3:57 a.m. Pehhh macam takkan tidur je hari ni. Aisehmen, hati tak tenang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku selak selak laman sosial Facebook. Manusia yang online pun makin berkurangan. Ke laman twitter pulak, sibuk kecoh pasal Real dengan Barca. Tak kisah lah apa apa pun, yang penting Messi best (Y) *tetiba; padahal tak tau apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay aku merepek lagi. Aku kena pandu hati aku ke arah yang benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku buka file computer. Banyak video. Kan best kalau aku upload mana mana satu. Aku pun belum pernah upload apa-apa video lagi. Mungkin dah tiba masanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, hatiku berbelah bahagi. Diluah mati emak, ditelan mati bapak *okay yang ni aku sangat pasti akan penggunaannya. Aku tarik handphone dari poket. Aku bukak inbox. Aku scroll ke bawah dan jumpa satu message yang salama ni menghantuiku sampai membuatkan hatiku tak tenteram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Assalamualaikum aku nak mintak tolong. Gambar aku yg tak elok2 tu jgn disiarkan kat fb tau. Harap kau boleh tolong bagi kerjasama thanks *smiley sengih sengih* "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone? Boleh tolong aku definisikan "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tak elok2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Takpe, kita K.I.V. je soalan tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hati aku makin tak keruan. Peluh jantan &lt;i&gt;hampir&lt;/i&gt; memercik di dahi, tapi nasib baik tak sempat sebab aku &lt;s&gt;betina&lt;/s&gt; perempuan. Aku dah tak boleh tahan dah ni. Rasanya kalau ada 70 orang lelaki panas dan perkasa kat depan aku pun aku boleh persetankan mereka hanya kerana keinginan di dalam hati yang semakin memuncak. Okay, dah tak boleh kawal. Aku harus laksanakannya sebelum peluang ini lesap dari pandangan. Masa tu aku teringat kaunselor kat sekolah dulu ada cakap, "Grab a chance, you might just have it once in a lifetime". Lebih kurang macam tu lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, bersambung. Maka, aku mengkujurkan badan aku atas katil. Kaki lurus dan kepala tegak; menghadap skrin laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mereka harus tahu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mereka harus lihat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-caae3a48e6350e0f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcaae3a48e6350e0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331546142%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C9A1C23D05E05CE652BC70220B1A623CC3F0A3C.72AB6176C7E9551A572EC80422AC3AFB8F0F0E8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcaae3a48e6350e0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Ju-BSe0E5949kSy0lmyqElVzH8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcaae3a48e6350e0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331546142%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C9A1C23D05E05CE652BC70220B1A623CC3F0A3C.72AB6176C7E9551A572EC80422AC3AFB8F0F0E8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcaae3a48e6350e0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Ju-BSe0E5949kSy0lmyqElVzH8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku &amp;nbsp;bersyukur, akhirnya :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-8820590374439663592?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/8820590374439663592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=8820590374439663592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8820590374439663592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8820590374439663592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/04/ahhh-lega.html' title='Ahhh Lega'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1120729101818149365</id><published>2011-04-21T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:44:14.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisehmen</title><content type='html'>Ni yang bosan ni, perkara biasa bila dah kat rumah memang payah nak duduk jauh jauh dari laptop. TV tak tengok pun takpe tau. Yang penting bila dah kat rumah mesti nak hadap laptop. Tak kisah lah layan FB sampai lebam ke, bukak Billboard tengok lagu lagu latest ke, bukak Youtube tengok video clips (oh btw aku baru je tengok Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts; best gila oooo), merayau kat Blogspot baca luahan luahan hati melankolik member ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya, takkan ni yang aku nak buat selama cuti +-5 bulan ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, jap. Lupa nak habaq. Cuti 5 bulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehohihehohihehohihehohi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMG OMG the FINAL IS FINALLY OVER !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'VE GRADUATED MATRICS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*screaming out loud insanely on the peak of a hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, guys let's enjoy the f-ing fun of doing nothing at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apekedehal orang dah balik semalam baru nak cerita hari ni :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_6O37jUgRU/TbBOcFadqcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zMn-nBBJ3gI/s1600/homee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_6O37jUgRU/TbBOcFadqcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zMn-nBBJ3gI/s400/homee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teruja sangat ni. Let her be, let her be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQdyWxGlENM/TbBOa1dUAXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LXi9pDgGyQE/s1600/beg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQdyWxGlENM/TbBOa1dUAXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LXi9pDgGyQE/s400/beg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got lots more bags to be unpacked. Anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Cerita Ketut Liyer macam dalam paper English hari tu sumpah buat aku sangap nak tengok Eat Pray Love. Tapi bila dah tengok takde lah best mana. Ceiss :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1120729101818149365?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1120729101818149365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1120729101818149365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1120729101818149365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1120729101818149365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/04/aisehmen.html' title='Aisehmen'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_6O37jUgRU/TbBOcFadqcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/zMn-nBBJ3gI/s72-c/homee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-8131705151895166032</id><published>2011-04-15T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:08:04.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Me?</title><content type='html'>Tau tak apa tu kesetiaan?&lt;br /&gt;Still bersenggama dengan &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;buku-buku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; walaupun masa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau tak apa tu kebahagiaan?&lt;br /&gt;Bergolek atas katil bersama &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;buku-buku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau tak apa tu kesungguhan?&lt;br /&gt;Stay up sepanjang malam bersama &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;buku-buku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; especially pada 'malam-malam terakhir'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau tak apa tu pengorbanan?&lt;br /&gt;Melepaskan &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;buku-buku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pada waktu paling genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau tak apa tu keberanian?&lt;br /&gt;Masuk exam hall walaupun tak habis baca &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;buku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to *whatshis/hername* yang sent message ni kat aku dua malam before exam. Haha - Alasan untuk update blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIPzBjODiPk/TahQrIWd5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iFa4it3UkMQ/s1600/DSCN1863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIPzBjODiPk/TahQrIWd5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iFa4it3UkMQ/s320/DSCN1863.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok la nanti aku habis matrik aku update puas puas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-8131705151895166032?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/8131705151895166032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=8131705151895166032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8131705151895166032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8131705151895166032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/04/missing-me.html' title='Missing Me?'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIPzBjODiPk/TahQrIWd5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iFa4it3UkMQ/s72-c/DSCN1863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-4492441379538500179</id><published>2011-03-29T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:16:55.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Depp memang hensem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Text message received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+6017*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Weh aku cuak ah final"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, siapa yang nak ngorat aku malam malam cenggini ni? Pandai dia guna taktik, konon konon dah kenal lama. Takpe, layan je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply : &lt;b&gt;Alolor aku pun cuak gak. Er jap, ni siapa eh? Number kau takde dalam simpanan la, seribu kemaafan diminta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ciss, buang number aku. Siapa lagi, orang paling hensem laa"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laa, kenal aku dah lama rupanya. Tapi siapa ni? Sumpah beliau buat aku curious. Part hensem tu cambes. Hmm, mesti Johnny Depp. Walaweh Johnny Depp message aku sial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply : A&lt;b&gt;laa, Johnny Depp ke? Yo, Depp! 'sssuupp? Rilek brader. PSPM ni piece of cake je. Tade hal punya la.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Merepek laa kau. Number aku pun kau tak simpan. Aku cuak bebetul ni. Aduyai"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alahmak, mamat ni lame betul la. Jangan la hambarkan lawak aku -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply : &lt;b&gt;Ala wey, siryes tak tipu ni. Tipu tu berdosa, kan Ustazah Simi pernah pesan dulu. Kau lupa ke? Kau siapaaaaa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kau penolong je, aku?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CISS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kau rupanya -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply : &lt;b&gt;Kecoh la kau ni. Huh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Haha"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haish mamat ni memang nak kena. Kalau nak mengaku pun tunggu laa aku habis berangan ada mamat hensem nak ngorat dulu. Tengok, kan aku dah jadi camni ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply : &lt;b&gt;Ah pegi study ah Majod, bising bising lak takut. Biasa la tu. Semua orang takut -.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yela tu. Kau dah pandai takpe ah"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiseh, tu bunyi semacam je kat telinga aku ni. Mamat ni memang cam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah, pesanan khidmat masyarakat dari penolong kesayangan beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reply : &lt;b&gt;Study study. Kau rajin, kau dapat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amacam, gempak kan pesanan aku? Macam pesan mak kepada anaknya pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yelah, aku pegi study ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha bunyi macam merajuk je Majod ni. Tu lah kau, siapa suruh kau tipu aku cakap kau hensem. Kan dah kena 'marah' dengan aku. Aku memang pantang orang tipu aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Ye, post ni macam ^%&amp;amp;$@ sikit aku takde idea, maka aku pergunakan message Majod (bukan nama sebenar) untuk dijadikan entri. Akhir kata, ayuh belajar rakan-rakan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-4492441379538500179?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/4492441379538500179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=4492441379538500179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4492441379538500179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4492441379538500179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/03/johnny-depp-memang-hensem.html' title='Johnny Depp memang hensem.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1557771066084641182</id><published>2011-03-19T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:42:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Buruk</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpX8Ehd_ZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IZpfPuK5rRQ/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="89" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpX8Ehd_ZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IZpfPuK5rRQ/s320/1.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Klik untuk tumbesaran&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Dengan segala hormatnya perkara di atas dirujuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu masa aku kecik kecik, aku suka memilih kawan. Maksud aku, by their &lt;u&gt;look.&lt;/u&gt; Aku masa kecik pandai jaga penampilan ok. Tudung aku ok je. Awning stay mantap walaupun tak semantap sekarang laa kan. Sebab tu lah aku tak suka kawan dengan budak selekeh. Kalau ada budak selekeh nak join geng aku main teng teng, kitorang cakap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Huh, tak boleh! Awak punya tudung ada sambal!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peduli apa dia nak nangis ke apa. Kejam kan kejam kan. Dan lagi satu, aku pernah ada issue nak berkawan dengan budak lelaki kelas aku masa aku sekolah rendah, masa Tahap 1 to be exact. When we were having Pendidikan Jasmani, we would line up according to our sport houses. So, sebab aku ni memang mangat habis masa kelas Pendidikan Jasmani, aku selalu line up paling depan dalam barisan budak perempuan, so bila kena gabung satu house, aku kena laa beratur belakang budak lelaki. And, the boy in front of me would be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;the tallest, yet the biggest&lt;/span&gt; among all boys of our class! So, just imagine, every time after main, dengan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;berpeluh peluh&lt;/span&gt; tu, we had to line up. And when the ketua class cakap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Angkat, jatuh, angkat, jatuh",&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have had to put my hands on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;his shoulders&lt;/span&gt;! Erghh, geli hell! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*No offense, hihihi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu dulu masa aku kecik kecik. Aku selalu judge orang by their &lt;u&gt;physical appearance&lt;/u&gt;. Orang gemuk sikit, tak lawa sikit, selekeh sikit, aku dah tanak kawan.&lt;br /&gt;Macam laa aku ni &lt;s&gt;cantik&lt;/s&gt; sangat kan kan kan. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BOOHOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt; Tah apa apa lah Fatien ni kan kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada ingat satu insiden, seorang budak perempuan ni memang mempunyai tahap kegemukan yang semulajadi melampau. Aku tak pernah nak layan apa dia cakap. Huh! Jahat kan aku, eh tapi takde laa tak pernah. Maybe ada, sekali dua barangkali. Kitorang selalu pulaukan dia kalau nak main getah yang lompat lompat tu. Tapi, pada suatu petang yang tak de la panas, tak sejuk gak, suam suam kuku la kan, dia bagi aku pinjam payung dia! Pehh concern bhai! Aku terharu bagai nak gila terus terima pelawaan dia, huh tak segan, kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman sekolah dah berlalu. Sekarang kat college pulak. It's not that I'm gonna say that aku sama macam dulu, memilih kawan by t&lt;u&gt;heir appearance&lt;/u&gt;. NO. Cuma, bila aku terjumpa seseorang yang err, sorry for the word, tapi dia memang &lt;s&gt;buruk&lt;/s&gt;, aku teringat laa kisah lama. Dia buruk weh, sumpah aku taktipu! Tapi, sebab dia baik dengan aku, aku pun tolak ke tepi semua tu, seperti yang pernah aku tulis dalam &lt;a href="http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/01/maganda.html"&gt;Maganda&lt;/a&gt; dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and siapa sangka, Fatien and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;the beast&lt;/span&gt; would become friends sampai sekarang? Kitorang mula kenal masa main basketball. See, we share the same interest in sport, even though dia ada black belt for taekwondo, aku takde -.- Lepastu, whenever we get back at college after cuti ke, sure aku akan dapat text macam ni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Hai awak, dinner kita macam mana?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau laa dia nak concern dinner aku, or dinner dia sendiri. Tapi, tak kisah laa, demi dia, kalau dia ajak pergi koperasi, aku memang sedia temankan. Asal dapat maggi hotcup pun dia dah bersyukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kadang kan, dia selalu mengeluh dia tak lawa, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Ish, asal buruk ni?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; masa tengok muka dia depan cermin. Aku kesian jugak kat dia, tapi dia cakap, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Ni ayah aku punya pasal la ni. Semua aku ikut dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, yang aku hairan sangat, dia ramai sangat scandal despite of her muka buruk ni. Masa awal awal masuk kolej ni, merata rata jalan mesrti ada je yang tegur dia. Lelaki la yang paling ramai. Bila malam je, banyak pulak message yang masuk inbox. Yang paling best, bukan lelaki je yang menaruh harapan kat dia. HAHA! Scary much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, jangan fikir lain. Mari ke pangkal jalan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, mesti korang dah sepak sepak bantal depan korang takpun gigit screen PC korang sebab tak sabar nak tau siapa dia ni. Huh lek luuh, apa laa korang ni. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Kesabaran tu kan hak milik setiap insan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, dia ni penyabar orangnya. Yelah, menjalani kehidupan sebagai orang buruk yang penuh getir dan liku, kenalah sentiasa sabar. Plus, kawan kawan selalu ejek dia punya sebutan konsonan 'D'. Kegagalan dia menyebut perkataan favorite kita-kita iaitu 'bodoh' sering menjadi bahan tawa. Mana tak nya, orang lain sebut 'bodoh' dia sebut 'bodho'. &lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Hehehe peace beb! Kesabaran itu hak milik setiap insan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, sekarang aku nak kenalkan korang dengan gerangan orang yang kita umpatkan dari tadi :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpliAmROzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2_Jp36wWo30/s1600/A%2527a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpliAmROzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/2_Jp36wWo30/s400/A%2527a1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ish dah laa buruk, ada hati nak amik gambar poyo camni --'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnoAkI9HI/AAAAAAAAAik/OWLvquyX0p0/s1600/A%2527a3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnoAkI9HI/AAAAAAAAAik/OWLvquyX0p0/s320/A%2527a3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sila pengsan ye kawan kawan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnmOh7eQI/AAAAAAAAAig/x23if3h_GHM/s1600/A%2527a2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnmOh7eQI/AAAAAAAAAig/x23if3h_GHM/s320/A%2527a2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kan aku cakap, ni baru satu. Sebenarnya raaaamai lagi :O&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpno48CpWI/AAAAAAAAAio/lvVOIkRjl5A/s1600/A%2527a4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpno48CpWI/AAAAAAAAAio/lvVOIkRjl5A/s320/A%2527a4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak sedar diri betul -.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnp4JF2TI/AAAAAAAAAis/xa_LxKgLegM/s1600/A%2527a5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnp4JF2TI/AAAAAAAAAis/xa_LxKgLegM/s320/A%2527a5.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tengok tu, ish ish *speechless&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnquGBPhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hxwbUuENGeE/s1600/A%2527a6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnquGBPhI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hxwbUuENGeE/s320/A%2527a6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bajet solehah laa pulak hmmph!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnsHApC9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/EQhSezlTA5M/s1600/A%2527a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnsHApC9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/EQhSezlTA5M/s320/A%2527a7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya Allah, apesal BURUK sangat ni? Tolonglah. Aaaaa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnsg5_WoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TzxtfCEIbRg/s1600/A%2527a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpnsg5_WoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TzxtfCEIbRg/s320/A%2527a8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu tak puas hati dengan adik dia, sebab adik dia lagi comel dari dia. Dia selalu cakap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Nasib baik umur kitorang jauh beza, sebab, kalau tak, mungkin dia berpotensi untuk rampas pakwe aku nanti"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia jugak pernah ajak aku ke arah memesongkan akidah. Betuuul *tiru gaya dia cakap. Buktinya, pada suatu petang masa aku ponteng lecture Chemistry sebab sakit kepala yang teramat sangat, dia hantar message kat aku yang berbunyi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Weh, jom buat sesuatu yang gila nak tak? Terjun bangunan ke, telan api ke. Bosan laa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun nggak ngerti deh ngapain lho dia bilangin gitu ke aku. Gila ini cewek. Astaga *geleng kepala. Tapi, alhamdulillah. Akhirnya aku yang pulihkan dia ke kondisi yang normal. Hihohohihohiho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sebenarnya bukan sengaja aku post benda ni. Yelah, buang masa, space kat blog aku je tulis pasal dia ni hmmph! Tak tak, sebenarnya, hari ni, ialah hari yang bertarikh 20 Mac 2011. Hari di mana budak perempuan yang kita duk ngumpat dari tadi telah melalui satu fasa baru, iaitu perubahan umur dari 18 ke (genap) 19tahun. Boohooo ayuh lempar spanar cakera ke arah beliau nescaya akan diingatinya tarikh keramat ni! Ayuh ayuhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point ok, babis ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy birthday &lt;a href="http://hullabaloohooray.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amira Amalina&lt;/a&gt;! Sweet 19 :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Dah tua dah tua, yes yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;Kita fight for this coming PSPM, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE YOU lah bodho! Hhahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpxG0PV08I/AAAAAAAAAi8/behsW_mYBdk/s1600/A%2527a10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpxG0PV08I/AAAAAAAAAi8/behsW_mYBdk/s320/A%2527a10.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s : sebenarnya nak merajuk dengan kau semalam. Ada ke patut kau reply message sedih mengundang air mata aku dengan "hahaha" -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1557771066084641182?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1557771066084641182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1557771066084641182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1557771066084641182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1557771066084641182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/03/si-buruk.html' title='Si Buruk'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpX8Ehd_ZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IZpfPuK5rRQ/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-163436347516116448</id><published>2011-03-09T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:15:59.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menitik Air</title><content type='html'>Bagai nak menitik air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah? Air liur menitik? Aku sendiri pun taktau kenapa aku letak tajuk seperti di atas, oleh itu kau jangan mengada ngada nak tanya aku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya air mata yang menitik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, ada aku cakap air mata aku menitik ke? Oh, tidak. Itu silap besar namanya. Aku kan macho. Tak mungkin orang macho macam aku nak menitikkan air mata semudah ABC. Ini bukan kisah melankolik air mata menitik, tetapi tentang setitis air yang menitik lalu melembapkan--- ish, bukan. Maksud aku setitis air yang menitik lalu memberi kelembapan secara artifisial ke atas sekeping hati yang kering. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sorry, aku malas nak backspace banyak banyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wWFMwCe7neg/TXZs5SwGCpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/e5uAo4I5YoI/s1600/SDC11562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wWFMwCe7neg/TXZs5SwGCpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/e5uAo4I5YoI/s640/SDC11562.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar hiasan semata-mata, takde kena-mengena dengan post&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sebenarnya saja nak ajak main teka-teki, mana satukah aku dalam gambar di atas? :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eh tak tak, back to the topic. Sebenarnya aku malas nak emoshit sangat. Tapi setitis air yang menitik tu sangat menggugat macho-ness aku. Shit betul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't F-ing know what had turned my heart to be so F-ing fragile that lately I can hardly accept what you're doing to me. I hate it so much when I have to accept the fact that it's you who keep breaking my heart. I hate the fact that you keep hurting me from behind. I hate the fact that I still wanted to have you despite what you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate the fact that I need you, really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku depakan tangan aku, cukup untuk sambut kau, kalau-kalau kau terbuka hati untuk berdamai. Oh aku lupa yang ini,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM DEEPLY SORRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets go back to the same pattern, the same routine that we were used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Aku tau, Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa, tapi kadang-kadang aku nak jugak merasa syiok meluahkan emosi dalam loghat orang kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-163436347516116448?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/163436347516116448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=163436347516116448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/163436347516116448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/163436347516116448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/03/menitik-air.html' title='Menitik Air'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wWFMwCe7neg/TXZs5SwGCpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/e5uAo4I5YoI/s72-c/SDC11562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-5369081513192092135</id><published>2011-03-01T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:14:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Has More to Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZtdMo5EvDYY/TWoMl6sQ_TI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WXK50J5WXwg/s1600/DSC02699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZtdMo5EvDYY/TWoMl6sQ_TI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WXK50J5WXwg/s400/DSC02699.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing ; Oyen and at the back, Bobon. Kindly say hello to them ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name : Oyen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sex : Male&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Age : 2 years (maybe older, maybe younger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyes' colour : Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fur : White, orange at the nose and at the tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special ability : To stare someone's eyes without blinking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Status : Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hingga ketemu lagi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-5369081513192092135?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/5369081513192092135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=5369081513192092135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5369081513192092135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5369081513192092135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-has-more-to-offer.html' title='Life Has More to Offer'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZtdMo5EvDYY/TWoMl6sQ_TI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WXK50J5WXwg/s72-c/DSC02699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1660648444348345524</id><published>2011-02-19T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:17:43.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Thing</title><content type='html'>Bagilah aku chance untuk sekali sekala post entri jiwang. Takkan takboleh brader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;S &amp;amp; F&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau F &amp;amp; S, atau kedua-duanya. Tak kisah lah. Terima kasih untuk setahun buat aku happy ketawa sedih meracau meroyan menggedik dan sebagainya. Maaf lah aku tak mampu nak redah lautan bergelora; tawan gunung berapi macam dalam lagu lagu; aku tak mampu nak tangkap bom tangan macam dalam lagu "Grenade" yang Bruno Mars nyanyikan untuk aku tiap tiap malam. Tapi percayalah, kau dah jadi &lt;i&gt;sesuatu&lt;/i&gt; dalam life aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Happy 1st Anniversary"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe, korang boleh beratur panjang dan tunggu giliran masing masing untuk muntah.&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Sepatutnya aku nak letak gambar, tapi aku lupa aku dah remove folder gambar dia &amp;amp; kita orang berdua seminggu yang lalu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, sumpah aku dah berusaha sedaya upaya aku untuk tidak meng'confuse'kan korang. Tapi aku hanya manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang aku lembu jugak. Tak faham bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka berlagak macho setiap kali masalah datang mangganggu gugat keamanan sejagat (eh ada rhyme). Memang aku macho, malangnya sesekali aku turut berasa goyang untuk berlagak cool dan berusaha untuk tidak menyerah kalah dalam peraduan bunuh membunuh bersenjatakan silence ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brader, (brother/ brah/ bang)&lt;br /&gt;The one who has been always committing silly mistakes is me. Memang aku. Maaf. Bila tak dapat bermesej-mesejan, aku akan merajuk dan emo tak tentu hala. Bukan aku tak faham kau busy penat or whatsoever. Tapi kau tau aku perempuan. Perempuan mana yang tak suka perhatian (macam haram je ayat aku ni?) ; dan aku nak kau sedar siapa kau pada aku ; dan aku nak kau tau, semacho macho aku pun, dalam hati ada taman gak der-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa semua ni? Ha ha ha *gelak sarkastik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've ruined my ego every time I started the conversation to end the vendetta. And I thought it'd worth it. I kept on being the one who'd be asking apologize as if things would get better. As if we would be better. Hell NO. And I bet this shit would never give a damn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku dapat rezeki lebih sikit untuk top up credit dan called kau, boleh pulak kau tanya "kenapa?", "ada apa?", dan kata kata tanya yang sewaktu dengannya. Brader, bila dah lama tak contact, semestinya lah aku nak tanya khabar kau. Tak mungkin aku berminat nak tanya pasal Momo kesayangan kau; tentang dah berapa anak beliau lahirkan; atau kekerapan beliau bertukar cangkerang.&lt;br /&gt;Betul, manusia yang kadang-kadang bersikap ke-lembu-an ni perlukan kamus untuk teroka maksud selingan HAMBAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did survive to stay unconnected for quite a while. A week, perhaps? So, I have this thing growing in me. Silence doesn't mean I am the one who is in guilt. Bukan aku tak pernah nak normalkan kembali situasi, I have. Tapi kalau dah setiap kali jadi camni aku jugak yang kena lepaskan ego aku, mana fair beb. I'm tired of losing. Hidup mesti adil. Bukan aku nak take revenge or apa-apa related to that. But this time, I think I should make you realize that I have my ego, too - even though somehow I have to admit that yours is far way more vast than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatien A memang loser sebab dia tersangat lah naive dalam bab bab macam ni. Memang lah dulu dah janji nak "pegang hati aku, agak agak pecah siap kau". Tapi tu lah, macam aku cakap tadi, walaupun kita ni manusia, kadang kadang terserlah jugak sikap ke-lembu-an tu. Mungkin kau selalu fikir aku ni tak pernah nak serious. Memanglah aku selalu lontarkan ayat, "relaks lah. Takde organisma mati pun" tapi kau tau ke organ dalaman aku dah kerap kali aku bawak pergi servis akibat rosak teruk. Tu pun kira untung tauke tu nak repair setelah dipujuk dengan gula-gula getah yang aku berjaya pau dari adik aku.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sekali, tapi berkali kali. Mungkin sebab itu lah jiwa aku ni makin kental hingga tak ada tolok bandingnya; atau mungkin aku ni heartless, macam mak aku cakap masa aku pecahkan mangkuk kaca Vision mahal beliau dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. You sure are lying if you say that you couldn't see that there's an end. It's the time. Imma do this for good. Seminggu ni aku pergi bertapa untuk memantapkan jiwa raga, menggandakan level of macho-ness semeter dua, so that I'll gain the strength to ask this thing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak lupa "cerita sayang" kau, flight Jerman atau flight Bangkok kau; semuanya lah. Tapi insan heartless macam aku tak akan mengambil masa yang lama untuk get rid of those things. Semoga kau berbahagia dengan Momo kesayangan, bola rugby kau, dan jersey bola keranjang kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata aku mintak maaf kot-kot aku ada terkasar bahasa tersepak tercubit dan sebagainya. Mintak halal makan minum, credit, semuanya lah. Maaf, aku mungkin tak mampu untuk jadi yang terbaik untuk kau atau tak boleh nak jadi &lt;i&gt;sesuatu&lt;/i&gt; dalam life kau. Aku ego, jugak. Aku tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Sumpah aku dah berusaha untuk tidak meng'confuse'kan korang. &lt;strike&gt;Tapi aku hanya manusia&lt;/strike&gt;. Sebab aku ni Fatien A yang macho. Chill ah, takde organisma mati pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Aku pun tak berapa pasti dengan perasaan aku tatkala menulis entri ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1660648444348345524?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1660648444348345524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1660648444348345524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1660648444348345524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1660648444348345524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/02/inilah-dia.html' title='Here&apos;s the Thing'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-3670527334683948981</id><published>2011-02-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:01:46.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Death Note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything about him is gone. I know he felt the deadly pain at the very moment he sucked his last breath in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he did not - never has known - the pain I feel every moment when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his face come across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw his body, lying lifelessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to face &lt;i&gt;this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dude! I mean it, he's f**king dead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt; it's just me - the one who plays death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may think I'm dead, it's somehow true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because it never has an exact answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just for now - or should I say for the seconds coming? - I have stopped myself from expecting. Hoping? It's way far off the rail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let us recite the holy Quran's opening verse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;al-Fatihah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-3670527334683948981?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/3670527334683948981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=3670527334683948981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3670527334683948981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3670527334683948981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/02/short-death-note.html' title='A Short Death Note.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-396900233853565836</id><published>2011-02-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:00:08.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were Yesterday's Feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TU4ptPCOazI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dESRXRi2rC0/s1600/lolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TU4ptPCOazI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dESRXRi2rC0/s320/lolo.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye :')&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/s : Blogspot pun boleh jadi Tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-396900233853565836?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/396900233853565836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=396900233853565836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/396900233853565836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/396900233853565836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/02/those-were-yesterdays-feelings.html' title='Those Were Yesterday&apos;s Feelings.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TU4ptPCOazI/AAAAAAAAAjM/dESRXRi2rC0/s72-c/lolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-7580711828973004629</id><published>2011-02-04T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:31:45.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini 4 Februari?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now listening to : Rocketeer by Far East Movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location : Ruang tamu rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather : Okay laa, mendung sikit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, actually there was something I'd like to post here earlier. Tapi dah tak ingat -.- Mungkin dah tiba masanya untuk aku upgrade cip memori kepala otak ni aku ke 18GB? Mungkin. Hmm. Supaya nanti banyak lagi ruang untuk aku ingat resipi resipi masakan, nombor kad pengenalan suami dan sijil kelahiran anak-anak aku nanti bila dah kahwin. Nombor cukai pendapatan, nombor KWSP, SOCSO dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ini 4 Februari. Bukan aku nak cerita pasal krisis Mesir ke, pasal perayaan Tahun Baru Cina ke, pasal bf Maria Elena tu rupanya abang FL ke, hmm bukaaann. Hari ni kan 4 Februari. 4/2/2011. Kalau terbalikkan date and month dah jadi birthday aku. Hhahaha, mesti korang fikir aku desperate habis kan. Cehh, lek luuh brader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hari ni birthday cousin aku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday, Syahmi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUupgx7LBwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jmbw7oVb8i8/s1600/DSC02546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUupgx7LBwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jmbw7oVb8i8/s320/DSC02546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin dalam tahun 1996-1997. Tak ingat -.-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comel kan kiteorang masa zaman kanak-kanak dulu. Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-7580711828973004629?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/7580711828973004629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=7580711828973004629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7580711828973004629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7580711828973004629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/02/hari-ini-4-februari.html' title='Hari Ini 4 Februari?'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUupgx7LBwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jmbw7oVb8i8/s72-c/DSC02546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-4022168040817413189</id><published>2011-02-03T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:40:53.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't sing the 7 Things by Miley Cyrus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;It's now 25 Things I want to share with you because (I think) I can ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1. it's because &lt;a href="http://bal7070.blogspot.com/"&gt;Siti Balqish&lt;/a&gt; tagged me! heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. My name is Fatien Amirah bt Abdul Latif, duhh. And friends in secondary school used to call me Ateyn but now in college, they call me Fatien, like exactly as the spelling goes - FA-TI-EN. (maybe I should&amp;nbsp;put a track here for you to hear-;- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUowXQQrt-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/a64yEElifOE/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUowXQQrt-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/a64yEElifOE/s320/13.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. I was born on the 2nd day of April back then in 1992 *nahh boring nyaa info ni -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. my skin has uneven tone sebab saya kuat berjemur, muka berbelang tu standard ah. So practically ppl will tend to say, "ohh minah ni gelap" HAHAHA Hitam itu kan menawan :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5. I am, too not a so girly-girl type but most of ppl will find me err, like, ayu (wth?) sebab saya seorang yang (agak) pendiam :\ I ain't friendly- I don't start a conversation with strangers. Peace :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;6. I play basketball in school, yeah and volleyball too- and that shows I have long legs to jump high (with smirk on my face) Heheh. But I suck in hockey anyway -.- (sebab main hockey tak payah lompat kot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUo_zjjHISI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vblcm3ntAes/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUo_zjjHISI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vblcm3ntAes/s320/11.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bagi la saya peluang utk poyo kejap.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7. I hate mathematics, it has never been kind to me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;8. Saya sedara Angelina Jolie sebab saya ada inherit gene bieber sexy dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;9. I love to berjalan jalan di blog perempuan perempuan cantik seperti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peliks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria Elena Zarul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://honeykoyuki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatin Liyana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;; dan tengok cara dorang berfesyen, tapi tak pernah ikut, sebab saya pemalu :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;10. major dislike Selena Gomez. Jangan tanya why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;11. am a chemistry facilitator for my class, and used to be Arabic Language facilitator dulu masa kat sekolah, alaa biasa laa dulu ada program facilitator ni -and that shows I have brain. Yeah everybody does -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;12. used to wear tudung labuh masa kat sekolah dulu, time Form 1 till Form 2 je. Nak bukti? Nah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUo__xMKtjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Xm1hlPQRDwM/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUo__xMKtjI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Xm1hlPQRDwM/s320/14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar lama 2006&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;13. belum pernah own a skinny :) *cakap macam mengidam je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;14. has never passed pakai tudung syria -Ahh suka hati I laa nak menggedik try :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: 13px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpJ1khNr4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rQtZeAIyJUc/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpJ1khNr4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rQtZeAIyJUc/s320/16.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st time pakai macam ni laa jadi nya. hmph&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;15. tak suka Kpop! Alergic lah :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;16. sometimes I rather lepak bilik orang lain instead of mine, sebab saya sangat sangat tak rapat dengan roommates saya. Booohooo kantoi loser kat bilik sendiri :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;17. takpernah study hard. Lets throw stones kat saya &amp;lt;-- Dush dush dush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;18. pernah kena langgar dengan motorcycle malam malam, masa tu saya tengah menunggang basikal jiran makcik saya- unattended. Habis berkecai basikal tu dan kemalangan tu telah menghilangkan suara saya for that night only laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;19. I have maaaaaany boyfriends - Ahaha, and a special one, let's name him S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;20. Okay, start couple after SPM, before that hanya minat minat orang macam tu je! Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;21. Apedehal beb banyak lagi kena meraban -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;22. Ohh, saya suka shopping, lagi lagi bila poket tengah penuh dgn duit $$$ - What do I shop? Clothes! and acessories :) Kalau takde duit, window shopping je yang termampu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;23. I can play percussions, like those we use in performing nasyid. See, saya budak nasyid dulu :D And pernah masuk singing competition masa primary school, and also pernah show off dekat budak Jepun singing Miraie depan dorang. I can lalalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpARO63aXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ly6MXq6NaSE/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpARO63aXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Ly6MXq6NaSE/s320/12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find me! Ahaha yg playing percussion.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;24. I have always wanted ayah to teach me how to play guitar, but the answer is still the same ever since the first time I asked him when I was a small kid, "belajar doctor tak khatam lagi" Therefore I only managed to play Guitar Hero kat PS2 kat rumah je :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpAooIk06I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eccNJPNVGMw/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUpAooIk06I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eccNJPNVGMw/s320/15.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, korang boleh muntah sekarang.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;25. I was obsessed with reading the Twilight Saga masa Form 5 dulu, but the obsession somehow went dimmed bila watching the movies. Tak feel lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;26. Ehh sorry, terlebih, tapi I think I have to restrict myself from going online too often, and disebabkan final tinggal beberapa minggu je, I need to concentrate more on my studies. At least boleh dapat result yang boleh bawak saya ke Medicine field. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, dah habis. Sekian terima kasih *bow 95 degrees :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-4022168040817413189?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/4022168040817413189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=4022168040817413189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4022168040817413189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4022168040817413189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/02/25-things.html' title='25 Things'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TUowXQQrt-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/a64yEElifOE/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1518173789254396919</id><published>2011-01-26T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:15:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baiiiichi!</title><content type='html'>"Ahhhh, lapar nya!" kata Kau sambil menarik tudung saji. "Cis, kalau aku tau dari awal yang mak masak, dah lama aku balik tengah hari semalam lagi. Dah laa lapar tahap dewa punya nenek moyang punya laki sebelah mak biras dia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul, Kau lapar gila semacam seseorang yang mempunyai masalah obesiti dan nafsu yang sangat tinggi terhadap makanan telah menyedut habis segala makanan dari perut kau, dari sudu kau, dari pinggan kau, sampai kau dah tak ada food nak makan (cehh tetiba bahasa omputih -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feveret ni! Ikan jenahak masak lemak cili padi!" Kau cakap sensorang macam ada orang nak dengar je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rakus nya Kau tuang kuah lemak atas puncak gunung yang kau buat dari nasi yang Kau senduk tadi ke dalam pinggan. Lalu mengalir lah kuah lemak tadi dari puncak gunung menuruni kaki gunung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa makan sudah Kau baca banyak kali dek hasutan si setan iblis gemuk durjana yang menghadirkan keraguan dalam diri Kau. Kau menjemput sejemput nasi menggunakan hujung jari Kau. Kau mengajukan tangan itu ke mulut yang sudah separuh terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tersentap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak panggil Fakhrul ke?" tetiba adik Kau muncul dari pintu dapur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak ada masa gua nak panggil lu" Kau cakap, sambil mencampak baki butir nasi dari tangan Kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Habis tu?" tanya adik Kau lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, kakak makan tu?" adik kau datang dekat Kau. Tak lama tu dia ketawa berdekah dekah umpama seorang warga emas yang tiada gigi sedang menonton peserta Raja Lawak melakonkan aksi jenaka antara dua orang pelancong dari negara yang berbeza bertanyakan soalan kepada warga tempatan tentang bahan bahan dalam budu dan belacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu lauk kelmarin, tau? Kuah tu dah basi lah, kakak. Hahahaha" Adik Kau gelak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peribahasa hari ini,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Umpama seorang manusia yang sangat lapar menghadap nasi berkuahkan lauk lemak kelmarin"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maksud : Nasib seseorang yang sangat malang, lebih malang daripada orang yang sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Fak! Fak! Fak!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ya, ya, ya!" adik Kau 'menyahut'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Kau dalam cerpen di atas adalah pemboleh ubah yang dimanipulasikan, di mana Kau = kau, aku, dia, mereka, atau kata-kata ganti diri yang lain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kesimpulan nya, alat telekomunikasi mudah alih aku rosak, dan tak boleh digunakan lagi. Aku ulang, &lt;b&gt;tak boleh digunakan lagi&lt;/b&gt;. Alat telekomunikasi aku rosak, seolah olah satu jasad kesayangan Kau telah pergi dan ditanam di dalam kubur, membusuk di sana, dan takkan kembali lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bro, macam mana gua nak kontek kontek member gua? Awek gua keliling pinggang, bro. Macam mana gua nak cakap &lt;i&gt;Ilebiu&lt;/i&gt; tiap tiap malam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haih, gua faktap la macam ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Apa guna adik yang bersekolah asrama dan memiliki alat telekomunikasi spare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hakhakhak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1518173789254396919?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1518173789254396919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1518173789254396919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1518173789254396919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1518173789254396919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/01/baiiiichi.html' title='baiiiichi!'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6470188140497379110</id><published>2011-01-17T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T03:22:38.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maganda</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, maganda is a Filipino word, used to define Cantik in Bahasa Melayu, or in English we say, beautiful, gorgeous etc. I remember a friend of mine in Facebook whom herself is a Filipino has thought me that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with being beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bahagia laa sial. Muka cantik, body superb. Tip top wa cakap lu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I pergi slimming centre every fortnight. Nak cantik bukan susah pun. Dalam tangan ada 2k, pun dah cukup. Jaga badan means jaga makan, sebab our body makes reaction with every single matter kita telan. Tapi tak cukup dengan tu. Bila dah ada slimming course, kena laa ikut. Ada therapy dia, mula mula.... pastu...,bla bla bla and bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, aku rasa aku tak payah pergi pusat kecantikan pun aku rasa aku cantik :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wtf" -___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Memang aku tak secantik Drew Barrymore tak seanggun Dato' Siti Nurhaliza tak se'cool' Yunalis tak semanis Lisa Surihani, walau pun aku selalu cakap aku cantik, cun. Benda biasa laa tu sekali sekala diri sendiri nak dapat pujian tulus ikhlas dari diri sendiri. Tapi, apa ada dengan muka cantik tapi hati busuk, mulut serupa bau loji dan hancing macam urine anjing? Aku tak kejar ah kejelitaan sempurna macam America's Next Top Models, semua orang tak perfect weh (apesal aku rasa ayat aku macam berterabur haram? ah lantak).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Telling others "You have a terrible look", "You're ugly", doesn't make you even prettier. Note that. Tu dah namanya menghina ciptaan Allah. Kan Allah jadikan semua makhluk-Nya cantik. Contohilah aku, aku selalu cakap diri sendiri cantik, cun. Isn't that obviously showing that I'm praising His creations? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The morale taught ; Don't judge people by their appearance because we always expect the inside would be as beautiful as the outside look but the truth is, first impression doesn't say it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6470188140497379110?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6470188140497379110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6470188140497379110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6470188140497379110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6470188140497379110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/01/maganda.html' title='Maganda'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6827440890678941827</id><published>2011-01-16T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:49:58.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and forth, to and fro</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation where you are in front of a two-diverged road? It takes you forever to make a decision on which to choose over another. While one would give you the greatest moment in your life time, the other would bring joy that would probably make you feeling regret it if you neglect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TTMwBxt-cxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rOaEDbEGgp0/s1600/2roads+diverged.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TTMwBxt-cxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rOaEDbEGgp0/s320/2roads+diverged.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sigh, haihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the thing. I have &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;. I know you do too. And I am one of the individuals who gets influenced by the F-ing teenage hormone to have a boyfriend, I mean a &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; one. I love them, yeah surely. Things get complicated day by day, it's either in good or bad way. Yeah everyone would wish their relationship with everybody will grow with the blossom of happiness cheers and joy, everyday, every single minute. And I know you wouldn't object me if I say a relationship somehow needs a tense. Believe it or not, a tense would lift your relationship almost to the highest level of the perfectness-o-meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a condition where I have to choose between the two elements. One over another. I hate it when it comes to the part where I have to do this. &lt;i&gt;To choose&lt;/i&gt;. Ohh why on earth must life leave us choices? Shoot, Fatien, life would be so F-ing boring if we are stick to something permanent, something destined :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've made it. The decision. Yeah something would be just a pleasant thing to do, but with the sacrifice of another. I hate it when I realize that I might have broken many hearts by choosing&lt;i&gt; this&lt;/i&gt;, this over the other choice. It's like I have to let go the other half of me to lure another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've made it. Wait, I was just being redundant over here. *slaps forehead. Easy people.&amp;nbsp;Bak kata mat rempit belakang rumah aku, "tak cool laa hidup asyik happy je".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6827440890678941827?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6827440890678941827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6827440890678941827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6827440890678941827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6827440890678941827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-and-forth-to-and-fro.html' title='Back and forth, to and fro'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TTMwBxt-cxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rOaEDbEGgp0/s72-c/2roads+diverged.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-651487827823488376</id><published>2011-01-15T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:11:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard Melayu</title><content type='html'>Nama saya Jenab, berasal dari Kampung Pinang Setengah Batang, suka sangat makan ubi rebus, boleh cecah dengan sambal belacan. Minum kopi secawan dengan jemput jemput di waktu petang sambil teman mak borak borak dengan Mak Wangi jiran sebelah rumah tu aktiviti harian saya. Kecuali bila Mak Wangi kena pergi pekan, bawak anak bongsunya ke klinik. Kesian Mak Wangi. Tapi takpe, Mak Wangi ada anak lelaki yang sekarang tengah belajar di Melbourne. Alaa kat Australia tu. Mak selalu suruh saya belajar rajin rajin supaya dapat belajar di luar negara, macam Abang Supian, anak Mak Wangi. Mak Wangi pernah cerita, Abang Supian pernah jatuh sakit sebab migrain teruk. Penat belajar kot, kata mak. Abang Supian ni, walaupun kurus kering tapi dia ramai lah jugak peminat. Saya suka dengar Abang Supian cakap Bahasa Inggeris dengan kawan kawan dia. Tapi sayang, loghat Jawa masih ada. Tapi takpe, Mak Wangi cakap itu nak menunjukkan jati diri Abang Supian. Walaupun dah bertahun tahun belajar kat tempat orang, jiwa Jawa masih ada dalam diri Abang Supian. Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku merepek --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The main reason I'm posting &lt;/i&gt;this, err, okay. Tujuan utama aku adalah nak bagi korang ikuti perbualan ringkas di bawah antara aku, kawan aku, dan kawan aku. Biasalah, lepas habis kelas, mana lagi nak lepak, mesti lah Kafe Onion. eh salah salah. Orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku 1 : Weh kau &lt;i&gt;band&lt;/i&gt; berapa ?&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku 2 : *menyampuk* Dia sama dengan aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : *senyap*&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku 2 : Kau &lt;i&gt;band&lt;/i&gt; berapa ? *tanya kat 'kawan aku 1'&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku 1 : Aku &lt;i&gt;band&lt;/i&gt; 4 je. *sambil keluarkan tiga jari. cehh&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku 2 : Ohh, sama lah. Aku pun &lt;i&gt;band&lt;/i&gt; 4 je. *pun sambil keluarkan tiga jari. Hmphh&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tapi kan, dia kan (tunjuk aku) lagi satu markah je nak naik &lt;i&gt;band&lt;/i&gt; 4.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku 1 : Alah, &lt;b&gt;kisah pulak&lt;/b&gt;. Kau tetap &lt;i&gt;band&lt;/i&gt; 4 (sambil keluarkan tiga jari, macam tadi), setaraf dengan kitorang. Hhaha&lt;br /&gt;Aku &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; : Cibai lu mat. Lu memang cibai. Hhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah &lt;i&gt;bullshit&lt;/i&gt; ah. Memang aku &lt;s&gt;frust&lt;/s&gt; kecewa. Kedekut betul &lt;s&gt;examiner&lt;/s&gt; pemeriksa tu. Kalau aku tau siapa dia, memang aku dah... okay, taktau nak ugut apa. Hhehe.&lt;br /&gt;Alah, peduli apa aku. MUET je pun *ceit. Yang penting tadi aku dah &lt;i&gt;beat high score&lt;/i&gt; member aku main &lt;i&gt;Quadrapop&lt;/i&gt; kat &lt;i&gt;handphone&lt;/i&gt; aku sendiri. Aku yakin takde siapa lagi boleh &lt;i&gt;beat&lt;/i&gt;. Sebab aku rasa markah aku sekarang lah markah yang paling tinggi. Tinggi kan &lt;i&gt;level of confidence&lt;/i&gt; aku :3 Ni semua gara gara Jinba, ketinggian tahap keyakinan diri dia yang selalu tinggi tu lah yang mempengaruhi aku. Betul, markah aku tinggi. Tinggi sangat sampai &lt;i&gt;level game&lt;/i&gt; tu tak bertukar tukar. Tak percaya? Ada yang berani nak &lt;i&gt;beat &lt;/i&gt;markah&amp;nbsp;aku? Okay, tak kisah. Aku suka cabaran. Meh lah kalau ada yang berminat nak cabar aku. Borang boleh didapati di bilik aku, Asrama Polaris Tingkat 2 bilik **. Tak leceh, isi je beberapa maklumat separa penting, dalam lebih kurang beberapa minggu kita boleh lawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, jumpa di hari perlawanan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sorry&lt;/i&gt; la bro, orang tengah &lt;s&gt;frust &lt;/s&gt;kecewa dengan &lt;s&gt;result&lt;/s&gt; keputusan &lt;s&gt;exam&lt;/s&gt; peperiksaan MUET memang macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintailah Bahasa Ibunda kita! &lt;i&gt;Long Live &lt;/i&gt;Bahasa Melayu!&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, salah. Hidup Bahasa Melayu! Hhehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-651487827823488376?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/651487827823488376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=651487827823488376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/651487827823488376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/651487827823488376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2011/01/standard-melayu.html' title='Standard Melayu'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-3259509625168988220</id><published>2010-12-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:42:06.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nahh!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;Astaghfirullahalazimmm kau buat ape kak&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Aku sumpah terkejut dengar mak aku mengucap panjang. Panjang ke? Boleh la tu. Rasa nak tercabut dah jantung. Terus mata aku berpinar pinar, tengok atas papan landas, aku dah tak reti beza mana satu carrot, &amp;nbsp;mana satu jari aku. Fuhh nasib baik je tak terpotong jari sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Takkan laa akak tengah main bowling kot. haish ibu ni&lt;/b&gt;" jawab ku tanpa langsung ada unsur diskriminasi terhadap jari aku yang selamat tak dipotong.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A'ah, memang ibu suruh kau potong semua carrot yang ada dalam plastik tu. Fikir logik laa sikit takkan nak bagi habis semua&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun mengarahkan anak &amp;nbsp;mata aku ke papan pemotong (ke papan landas? ah lantak ah).&lt;br /&gt;Ohh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguh nya ak&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;u tak berangan masa tengah buat kerja kat dapur tadi, apatah lagi nak fikir pakwe. Fikir kahwin? Oh lagi laa tak&lt;/span&gt;kk. Aku tengah fikir apa aku nak muntahkan dekat blog aku kali ni. Yelah, dengar cerita esok dah masuk tahun baru, New Year laa bak kata omputih. Penat dah aku perah otak aku dua tiga kali putar, boleh lah kiranya lepas tu nak buat jus segelen dua. Tapi hampeh. Kejutan mak aku kali ni betul betul menjadi. terus hilang butir butir kronologi yang nak aku muntahkan kat blog kali ni. Maka terpaksa lah aku memuntahkan ala kadar setakat yang aku ingat je -..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;999 : you're beautiful. it's true, dear (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*999* hurm.. kenal mase f4 ke f5.. x ingat lak aku.. haha.. tapi orgnye baek gitu.. suke maen basket an.. x nk lawan aku lak tu.. takot ek.. xpe2. aku paham.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;tapi perangai sengal2 sket.. kalo kene kaco lawan balik tu.. ganas cam rimau.. haha.. tapi kalo depan org ramai jadi cam org bisu je.. x tekate dye.. haha.. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;‎999: well... wat can i say more.. u r sweet n wonderful i ur own way... n off coz: 1 of the best friend that anybody would hv...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;999 : dia pada awal nampak pendiam tapi best jugak borak dgn dia.hang out dgn dia.dulu aku rasa dia ni seorang yg sgt kemas.yela aku zaman sekolah selekeh2 tapi dia punye la tudung elok je.baju takde kedut pn haha.pastu dia pn athlete.tgk badan la.tgk badan pn dah tau dia athlete.pastu suka tgk dia gaduh2 dgn ketua class dulu haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa ni lagi satu, aku tak tau laa kalau fenomena ni berlangsung sempena sambutan Tahun Baru. Tapi kalau fikir dua tiga kali balik, macam ada betul jugak sebab berkemungkinan individu berkenaan nak sedarkan rakan rakan mereka supaya mereka muhasabah diri menjadi individu yang lebih baik di tahun baru nanti. Cehh, sumpah bajet kreatif. Tapi takpe. Sengaja aku inbox dorang nombor rahsia. Sekarang dah tak jadi rahsia dah laa --'&lt;br /&gt;Memandangkan yang keluar kat News Feed kebanyakannya yang postitif, maka aku pun mencuba nasib. Alah apa salahnya tambahkan dorang ni dosa sedozen dua cakap benda tak sahih. Hihihi okay aku gurau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"2011, a new year, a new look, a new chapter, a new hope, a new dream and a new love. Happy New Year everyone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ayat klise lagi. Tapi nak buat macam mana. Manusia tetap manusia. Dah kata New Year, cubalah ucapan New Year yang &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; jugak. Contoh macam ni,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Tahun ni wa nak pergi belajar kat maktab nak jadi cikgu ajar ayam mengaum. ke, itik mengembek ke. Baru cool"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak pun,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Nak buat research &amp;nbsp;pasal kehidupan lumut. Mana tau boleh diformulasikan untuk tumbuh subur melata atas kepala manusia, boleh jadi habitat sang kutu. Kita sesama organisma kena jaga kestabilan ekosistem"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan Fatien Amirah seorang yang susah untuk membuat keputusan atau pun bahasa omputih cakap &lt;i&gt;indecisive&lt;/i&gt;, aku pun tak pernah nak ada azam tahun baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nak jadi lebih baik dari tahun lepas"&lt;/b&gt; Ceh lagi lame, booo hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TR4Gnzg613I/AAAAAAAAAfk/LROZqZfTKe4/s1600/DSC02429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TR4Gnzg613I/AAAAAAAAAfk/LROZqZfTKe4/s320/DSC02429.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru daripada Fatien Amirah dan gundik gundiknya :3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh itu tuan tuan dan puan puan datik datun, eh silap datuk datin saudara saudari sekalian, Fatien Amirah takde azam baru pun. Cuma berharap hidupan hidupan lain sekeliling aku akan berlaku baik dengan aku agar aku dapat melakukan respirasi tanpa ada sebarang gangguan secara fizikal mahupun mental. Cehh, dah habis poyo dah ni. Hmphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog ni memang hampeh pun. Aku dapat rasa kan, korang mesti pernah rasa loya nak muntah ala ala seorang wanita yang muntah muntah dan mempunyai keyakinan jitu bahawa beliau akan disahkan hamil oleh doktor, dan kemudiannya si suami akan tersenyum lebar atas kejayaan ejakulasi beliau dan kemudiannya si mertua sibuk sibuk melakukan beli belah tingkap (window shopping) sambil usha pakaian ibu mengandung tanpa menghiraukan perasaan si bayi yang akan lahir nanti nak pakai apa?! Huh, manusia sekarang semakin selfish! Ok, aku merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, aku bukan apa. Sengaja nak menggenapkan jumlah post 2010. Cukup lah ni, 141. Aku tak reti nak post banyak banyak sampai jumlah post sama dengan ahli batch &lt;a href="http://excell9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Excell 9&lt;/a&gt; iaitu 171. Dengar cerita, &lt;a href="http://atiqkawaii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Atiqah Yahya&lt;/a&gt; punya blog dah cecah 171 post. Tahniah! Takde la macam aku ni. Almaklum lah, aku bukan seorang individu yang rajin mengupdate blog. Buat semak dashboard follower je. Cehh, siapa lah nak follow blog aku ni *nada sedih. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian saja segala post untuk tahun 2010. Dah dah, aku nak retire dari dunia memblog. Jangan lah ada yang rindu aku pulak. Okay, korang boleh muntah sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kalam, ayuhlah kita ber'new year' ! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-3259509625168988220?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/3259509625168988220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=3259509625168988220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3259509625168988220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3259509625168988220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/12/nahh.html' title='Nahh!'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TR4Gnzg613I/AAAAAAAAAfk/LROZqZfTKe4/s72-c/DSC02429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-773449674851764876</id><published>2010-12-29T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:08:44.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku dah kata</title><content type='html'>aku tengah laju menulis surat cinta buat sang kekasih masa tu. *ha'ah, padahal tengah salin nota Biology. tiba tiba pen terjatuh. masa aku tunduk nak ambil pen kat bawah meja, dahi aku terhantuk pulak kat bucu meja tu. oh terbaik! terus segar mata aku. maka burung segala jenis burung serta anak anaknya berlegar-legar di atas kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dah cakap, bunyi tu bukan bunyi penggera dari alat komunikasi rakan sebilik aku. aku dah cakap, bunyi tu bukan datang dari bilik sebelah. aku dah cakap dah, aku dah cakaaaaaaaap (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terjun dari tingkat 2 terus ke bawah (ok aku tipu). tak tak, disebabkan aku seorang rakan bilik yang sangat prihatin dan penyayang, aku pun pergi kejut ketiga tiga orang rakan sebilik aku yang sudah pun diangkat ke kayangan, sedang bermanja manja dengan putera idaman mungkin? ok aku merepek lagi. sungguh ayu mereka tidur, ala-ala gundik diraja di zaman purba gitu. nasib baik banyak nilai nilai positif dalam diri aku, dah la prihatin, penyayang, penyabar pulak tu. kalau dorang tak bangun memang aku dah pergi Dataran Kosmik sorang sorang dah. huh! (sambil tarik muka masam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TRqPRot0kEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/oL61CpcWrC0/s1600/fatien.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TRqPRot0kEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/oL61CpcWrC0/s320/fatien.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;maju lah cookie crisp utk KMS! *dlm gambar ada dua lucifers, satu angel 0:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah damn! aku benci fire drill. disebabkan kejadian yang berlaku masa Form 1 aku jadi serik nak tidur awal bila orang dah sibuk sibuk cakap pasal fire drill. eh eh, apa yg berlaku? apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh dah diam ye rakan rakan :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asrama Mira memperlihatkan keputusan yang sangat memberangsangkan. iaitu kehadiran 100% di tapak kecemasan. begitu juga dengan asrama Capella *clapclap. Ouh, walaupun corot, asrama Polaris tetap macho. tak payah risau lah babes, ni duniawi je. haahaha. kan Vega? Canopus? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka, oleh itu, mari lah kita renung-renung kan. ayuh lah kita bermuhasabah iaitu merefleksi diri supaya kesilapan lalu tidak diulang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir kata, berpeganglah kamu dengan prinsip "tak remaja laa tidur awal", (nescaya) kamu takkan rentung :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-773449674851764876?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/773449674851764876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=773449674851764876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/773449674851764876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/773449674851764876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/12/aku-dah-kata.html' title='aku dah kata'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TRqPRot0kEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/oL61CpcWrC0/s72-c/fatien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6888079019319193794</id><published>2010-12-13T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:12:41.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I am sorry 'cause I found it hard to put something as a title :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;fool&lt;/span&gt; 'cause you let the dark side of you being revealed. Don't you remember of what I was saying? You're not that cool, because you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; always this cold - this oh-so-damn cold. You let them being fooled by your own foolishness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How &lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You faker, you said losers are not even your thing? Oh well unfortunately I remember that. You moron you never realize how a loser would act when suddenly a melodramatic whatsoever scene is being played by a fool like you. That definitely reflects you. Oh how perfectly it was shown. I should have recorded it. Your great-grandchildren would F-ing love the awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TQXsuw3a5jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OpbjdNc5sWE/s1600/kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TQXsuw3a5jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OpbjdNc5sWE/s1600/kitty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"buy my fat and you'll be the richest man"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You think you have all the friends in the world. Oh puhh-leaasee *pardon me for the bitchiness :) You don't even know the true meaning of friends. You put up a front like you are all that, like &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; all that. Trying to be all cool in Facebook, so warm in Skype. You make me act like we are seriously that tight in front of many but when we're out of the scene, I'm nobody right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously babe, who are you putting up this show for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired of faking those faces, seriously &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6888079019319193794?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6888079019319193794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6888079019319193794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6888079019319193794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6888079019319193794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TQXsuw3a5jI/AAAAAAAAAfA/OpbjdNc5sWE/s72-c/kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1017502419333162740</id><published>2010-12-11T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:20:59.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TQCHHcFQeRI/AAAAAAAAAes/d5B7KiAQ5IA/s1600/sh**.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TQCHHcFQeRI/AAAAAAAAAes/d5B7KiAQ5IA/s400/sh**.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548583302787528978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in the stage where I can burst  anytime.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good, not happy, all stressed up, tired and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe me right now,&lt;br /&gt;frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of  crying, I'm left with no tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my eyes are swollen and there's nothing  much I can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stay away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I skipped classes for nothing but ridiculous excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont treat my friends nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they keep asking me F-ing million times if Im okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when they find something was just not right in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I keep telling them lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I take meals on the wrong time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I eat when my roommates are having their fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I pay most times on my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant find the smartest way to move my F-ing ass from my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;except when I realize its time to take bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or to eat or to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or whenever some friends would ask me to play basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fight my peers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they would hardly find even a slight curve of a smile on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I talk to them shits and they swallow it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only if I could really know the true meaning of friendship is &lt;i&gt;haih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a bum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hardly finished my tutorials or reports by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I let the laundry makes pretty high heaps in the pail till its weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or till i realize theres nothing else to wear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its like im letting the clouds spitting water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and letting the drops slapping my face bluntly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh it tastes...like shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;real shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a loser of my own world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like theres somebody on the F-ing earth would give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Go on with the fake smile on your face."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I know that it ain't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am tired of pretending that everything is okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that everything is just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know that its not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;definitely &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TQCHHcFQeRI/AAAAAAAAAes/d5B7KiAQ5IA/s72-c/sh**.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-7913875670451093366</id><published>2010-11-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:38:49.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jangan cakap wa gedik sbb "Hihihi ;D" tu eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu trademark wa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hihihi ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eh pagi tadi wa pegi panjat tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Broga Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dulu wa pandang kecik *pandang enteng* je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hari hari lalu depan tu nak pergi driving institute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sekarang dah femes doo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wa nak bawak slr mmg harapan lah ayah nak bagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so berbekalkan phone camera yg 2.0 mega pixel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ni je lah yg mampu wa amik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQqBAhWDlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/QxprqOVFyzw/s1600/ateyn1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536096038753275474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQqBAhWDlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/QxprqOVFyzw/s400/ateyn1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQopwhsaoI/AAAAAAAAAck/pwXuoOap_9s/s1600/bal1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536094539811154562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQopwhsaoI/AAAAAAAAAck/pwXuoOap_9s/s400/bal1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*bal yg mogek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry laa ada orang tu tunggu dari 5:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hihihi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQop6mPm3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/GGKv8Xyh_2E/s1600/slide.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536094542514592626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQop6mPm3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/GGKv8Xyh_2E/s400/slide.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slide wehh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;curam sial cerun diaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was like putting my a** on fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;panas gila kot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQopnvKjEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0o9zdvi8TLg/s1600/ateynbal2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536094537451736130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQopnvKjEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0o9zdvi8TLg/s400/ateynbal2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjwYRPzVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vK2TS85JEdk/s1600/ateynbal1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536089156000664914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjwYRPzVI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vK2TS85JEdk/s400/ateynbal1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;takde lah tinggi mana, tak takk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tak tinggi punnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536089148021342402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjv6i1AMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q6E7dHSt6RE/s400/ateyn4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjvqEP3CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2JErpXogqp8/s1600/ateyn3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536089143598111778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjvqEP3CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2JErpXogqp8/s400/ateyn3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*edited photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjvEivvcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lV0Sqjlr3Xo/s1600/ateyn2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536089133525482946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQjvEivvcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lV0Sqjlr3Xo/s400/ateyn2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ibu cakap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinabalu lebih kurang dua kali ganda tinggi Broga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wa rasa cukup lah sekadar Broga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-7913875670451093366?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/7913875670451093366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=7913875670451093366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7913875670451093366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7913875670451093366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/11/hihihi-d.html' title='Broga'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TNQqBAhWDlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/QxprqOVFyzw/s72-c/ateyn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1577785844120217095</id><published>2010-09-28T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:56:25.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱你</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku jalan merentas kosmik utk ke bangunan admin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niat di hati ingin melaksanakan satu hasrat murni iaitu Muet speaking practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bersama tiga org member yg lain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;semangat aku jadi berkobar kobar macam obor api kat perasmian sukan olimpik tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tapi malangnya, nak buat macam mana, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak de pulak Ms Pathu di mejanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sumpah aku touching ouh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau lah aku dapat apply balik &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kekobaran semangat aku tadi di hari lain pula, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alangkah bagusnyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 0.20 FATIEN AMIRAH BINTI&lt;br /&gt;AKG : *****/****&lt;br /&gt;PUSAT : KOLEJ MATRIKULASI SELANGOR err *BANTING -.-&lt;br /&gt;800/134 (13/10/2010)&lt;br /&gt;800/2 (14/10/2010, 11.00 a.m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh Muet, 我爱你.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1577785844120217095?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1577785844120217095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1577785844120217095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd love it if you could forgive me. Im sorry that i cant be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant be exactly like what you might have wanted me to be at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me realised that we are separated this far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far that we couldnt reach each other by eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that we cant meet everyday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant hear each other's voice everyday. I hate the fact that i have to swallow each day's pain of missing you.&lt;br /&gt;We have gone thru the same things syg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why wouldnt me feel the same pain you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you brought it back. Im tired seeing you pretending for what you're not supposed to be. You dont love me as much as i do.&lt;br /&gt;and the pain of missing each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the burden you have to put on your shoulders, i'll make it lighter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you'll feel nothing but relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats what you asked for , right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, idk but i feel it. I can feel it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just, for the time being im keeping it for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wont ask or expect anything more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And im deeply sorry that i've made your time wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau tak rasa apa yg aku rasa sebenarnya. You wouldnt understand. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wan said im not a good narrator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah, he finds that i couldnt plot the timeline accordingly. Yea yea, Wan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope i'd be like you, like the persona in Sonnet 18.&lt;br /&gt;Okay Wan, now that i've told you my nightmare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so tell me yours :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the line's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6581741052053777195?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6581741052053777195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6581741052053777195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6581741052053777195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6581741052053777195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-perfect-is-what-you-searching-for.html' title='if perfect is what you searching for ,'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-7635688287925239393</id><published>2010-09-06T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:28:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berbuka puasa bersama classmates :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT3814Id0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/57n4RyZsxBQ/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT3814Id0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/57n4RyZsxBQ/s400/DSC01847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513804468435056450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay wa tau,&lt;br /&gt;kitorang sgt sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT38X6CHFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/WaiPmUpiliY/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT38X6CHFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/WaiPmUpiliY/s400/DSC01842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513804460389964882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;akmal -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT2eAhoH5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YI4z5TnGI2c/s1600/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT2eAhoH5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/YI4z5TnGI2c/s400/DSC01851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513802839205879698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITyt7rbgrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PNL6YdUDpBk/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITytD8ERYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KXGJX-pRYK0/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITysgqP3rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aPeOkKFqDHw/s1600/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITysgqP3rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aPeOkKFqDHw/s400/DSC01849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513798690303631026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITyse7SsQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/p_CG3GBMyXY/s1600/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITyt7rbgrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PNL6YdUDpBk/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITytXXIZ6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/sl_cnaw1lEw/s1600/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TITytXXIZ6I/AAAAAAAAAXc/sl_cnaw1lEw/s400/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513798704987400098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; em tengok gambar sudeyh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-7635688287925239393?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/7635688287925239393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=7635688287925239393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7635688287925239393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7635688287925239393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/09/berbuka-puasa-bersama-classmates.html' title='berbuka puasa bersama classmates :)'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIT3814Id0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/57n4RyZsxBQ/s72-c/DSC01847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-575292468268221219</id><published>2010-09-06T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:17:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah obviously we were losing as the audience could see.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment the 3rd speaker of the negative team&lt;br /&gt; standing to deliver his speech, we already know it.&lt;br /&gt; While I tried to distract their 2nd speaker when she convincely stated that my points were wrong, I waved my hand up.&lt;br /&gt; Asking for a POI.&lt;br /&gt;But still, she voiced out 'Decline's.&lt;br /&gt;What the F-ing F ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.WHAT? Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;Well these are not the reasons why I write this at this very moment. Yea, we lose.&lt;br /&gt;Of course. But that was not the main point why Im writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just annoyed. Of being annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude. Have you ever been the subject&lt;br /&gt;of what someone is annoyed of? I mean without you knowing what the reasons are? Mannn, its totally, i mean freaking f-ing wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;You havent? C'mon try it. I bet you, you'll find the greatest temptation to try it summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed. Yeah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-575292468268221219?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/575292468268221219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=575292468268221219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/575292468268221219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/575292468268221219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/09/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-3765294134720866941</id><published>2010-09-05T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:22:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TINC2QNIuEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FJZmRou4Uf0/s1600/siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TINC2QNIuEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FJZmRou4Uf0/s400/siblings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513323868662052930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TINC2QNIuEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FJZmRou4Uf0/s1600/siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inspired by casper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hantu yg comel tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i managed to draw this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comel kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emyl is the one on the very left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wani yang kanan sekali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the angelic me, dkt centre :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPOT THE DIFFERENCE :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TINC2__bWwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pVwM5P-GTpw/s400/DSC01838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TINC2s1a-FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lzqDAyrdzyY/s400/DSC01837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-3765294134720866941?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/3765294134720866941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=3765294134720866941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3765294134720866941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3765294134720866941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/09/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TINC2QNIuEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FJZmRou4Uf0/s72-c/siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6471630938185027547</id><published>2010-09-05T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:07:06.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ketercemaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIM_-XRC5bI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SRrRRhwqZHg/s1600/DSC09755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TIM_-XRC5bI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SRrRRhwqZHg/s400/DSC09755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513320709461566898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;malam merdeka yg tercemar :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we should hear the ceramah kemerdekaan dekat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;surau As Sufi tapi kami melepak di bilik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;menonton si gemuk hodoh Rasputia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in Norbit :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sampai masa yang kitorang ingat ada countdown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kami bergegas ke kosmik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi malangnya mereka semua masih stuck in the surau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mendengar orang bercakap cakap didepan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oleh kerana kebosanan yg teramat sangat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kami hanya berlepakkan diri di kosmik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dgn beberapa orang manusia lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dan secara tak diketahui (tp sudah pun diketahui)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rupanya ada makhluk lain turut serta bersama kami pada malam itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;di tempat itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scary enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ini semua Shazwani Jaafar punya pasal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when she started to tell us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"eh dia tgh tengok kita.kat situ je"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;camci kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku jadi penakut sikit ouh bila masuk KMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shit aa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6471630938185027547?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6471630938185027547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6471630938185027547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-8984101708253655718</id><published>2010-08-31T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:17:23.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointing out some points.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they dont know how painful i was hurt&lt;br /&gt;they dont know how long ive been pretending&lt;br /&gt;and they dont know why i keep keeping all these inside me&lt;br /&gt;they know nothing&lt;br /&gt;they just can sit as in they're in a theatre watching a play&lt;br /&gt;will freaking laugh their lungs out when it comes to the hillarious part&lt;br /&gt;and pathetically wipe their tears seeing the downs in the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i knew&lt;br /&gt;people keep breaking promises&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard to stick to something?&lt;br /&gt;cant everything stay permanent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont simply change my mind on those freaking huge things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,i might've changed&lt;br /&gt;but im still me , the same fatien amirah like who i was when i was 15&lt;br /&gt;i just have been screwed to some things,this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temporarILY.&lt;br /&gt;see the hidden meaning?&lt;br /&gt;i found this and I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;but i somehow ignore it&lt;br /&gt;because i trust you, like seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i mean it,i trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get my point?&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-8984101708253655718?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/8984101708253655718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6148240127129369492</id><published>2010-08-15T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:45:23.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: Flavors.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flavors.me/fatiena92"&gt;: Flavors.me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaa :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6148240127129369492?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flavors.me/fatiena92' title=': Flavors.me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6148240127129369492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6148240127129369492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6148240127129369492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6148240127129369492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/08/flavorsme.html' title=': Flavors.me'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1362909829672898707</id><published>2010-08-12T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:55:54.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes the holy month.</title><content type='html'>selamat berpuasa wey :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam ramadhan al mubarak buat semua :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh.esok puasa.tak sabar nak jadi malaikat ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walawehh ramadhan sudahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehari puasa.hari ni dah dpt seringgit.yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasalah kamu sebelum kamu dipuasakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok saya datang bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Yang last sekali tu sila abaikan eh. Ni semua adalah status Facebook-ers yang aku terbaca yang keluar kat news feed aku.&lt;br /&gt;Dah nak masuk hari ketiga dlm bulan puasa ni. Bezanya lah dengan puasa dekat sekolah dulu. Rindu )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu nak ustazah, aleen, bal, nisa or jaja yang kejut aku untuk turun sahur. Aku rindu nak tengok semua orang kelam kabut pagi nak sarung baju kurung tudung stoking nak pegi DM untuk sahur. Aku rindu nak tengok semua orang terhangguk hangguk masa tadarus after subuh sampai nak terlepas Alquran dari tangan.ish. Aku rindu nak menyelinap masuk dapur kantin Pak Cik Shukor sebab nak beli mknn tengah hari bila period. Aku rindu nak rebut masuk DM paling awal antara batch form 5. Aku rindu nak berebut meja makan bawah kipas. Aku rindu nak berebut amik lauk lebih bila semua orang dah duduk. Aku rindu nak lepak dekat court basketball sampai ckg Patiah dtg sambil bercekak pinggang halau kitorg masuk DM. Aku rindu nak countdown maghrib sama sama. Aku rindu nak isi air cepat cepat dalam cawan so that ktorg dapat refill balik air dalam jug. Aku rindu nak ajuk lagu Taknak Merokok dkt radio IKIM.fm Pilihan Utama, dan lagu TH Travel sekali. Aku rindu nak bukak puasa dengan classmates, dgn ex-classmates, dgn budak dorm. Aku rindu nak sahur dgn laksam Ustaz Baki.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rindunyaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang semua lain. Nak bangun sahur aku ada alarm dkt phone je. Sekali aku snooze habislah. Nak pegi tadarus pun ikut suka je. Nak pegi,pegi, taknak pegi, sudah. Makan sahur kena beli, nak berbuka lagilahh. Ni belum lagi datang bazar dlm kolej.&lt;br /&gt;Tak kisahlah puasa dkt KMS ke dkt Integomb ke, yang penting aku still aku *ceh ape kaitan? Yang penting amal and taqwa (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kau, aku faham situasi kita sekarang. Kita tengah berjuang kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam ramadhan, and happy fasting people ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1362909829672898707?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1362909829672898707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1362909829672898707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1362909829672898707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1362909829672898707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/08/selamat-berpuasa-wey-salam-ramadhan-al_12.html' title='here comes the holy month.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-4081250878922890208</id><published>2010-07-30T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:36:10.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAKOM #3 The Bonding Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well i've told you i met some old friends of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6biwJNJI/AAAAAAAAARc/nUrk6HTBGQs/s1600/DSC01675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499592708576588946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6biwJNJI/AAAAAAAAARc/nUrk6HTBGQs/s400/DSC01675.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bfPd5tI/AAAAAAAAARU/99En-fq2ZNs/s1600/DSC01674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499592707634226898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bfPd5tI/AAAAAAAAARU/99En-fq2ZNs/s400/DSC01674.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bfPd5tI/AAAAAAAAARU/99En-fq2ZNs/s1600/DSC01674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku berbangga utk akmaluddin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atas peningkatan ketinggian beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bK_8RTI/AAAAAAAAARM/2lLieRUf5S8/s1600/DSC01673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bK_8RTI/AAAAAAAAARM/2lLieRUf5S8/s1600/DSC01673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499592702200399154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bK_8RTI/AAAAAAAAARM/2lLieRUf5S8/s400/DSC01673.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shahir tapa, takhlis and akmaluddin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shahir tapa yg maintain &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;maintain la sangat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;takhlis yang sentiasa bajet handsome *aku pun tak tau kenapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dan kalau korang perasan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;akmaluddin dah makin gemuk.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6asdY62I/AAAAAAAAARE/-ppqN0bYEXw/s1600/kakomexcel9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499592694002412386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6asdY62I/AAAAAAAAARE/-ppqN0bYEXw/s400/kakomexcel9.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;penambahan ahli;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;herel and iman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well iman tgh pegang meddle bronze bola beliau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this was the malam terakhir kitorg dkt KMJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if u can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mata aku dah ngantuk gila masa ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually najmul pun ada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku pun baru tau masa malam kitorang amik gambar ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tp malangnya beliau sudah pun tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh gambar paling mahal.hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6bzfMxzI/AAAAAAAAARk/JRf8yo2recs/s400/kakomfs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till we meet again, sayang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-4081250878922890208?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/4081250878922890208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=4081250878922890208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4081250878922890208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/4081250878922890208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/07/bonding-session.html' title='KAKOM #3 The Bonding Session'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ6biwJNJI/AAAAAAAAARc/nUrk6HTBGQs/s72-c/DSC01675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-9175147615299560210</id><published>2010-07-30T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:35:20.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAKOM #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay ini dia ceritanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJdPGpfxII/AAAAAAAAAQM/-S_XhiQ81M0/s1600/DSC01035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499560609036878978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJdPGpfxII/AAAAAAAAAQM/-S_XhiQ81M0/s400/DSC01035.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8 + 1 hearts 1 soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay bunyi memang sangat tak sedap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebab yang sedap hanya bila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;171 hearts 1 soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*excell9, aku tak berniat nak tiru tagline :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJyEILcJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ev7RmRh-HIQ/s400/DSC01681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ada orang mintak tukar baju dgn aku, tapi tak pe lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku bukan ape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuma tak sudi je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tukar baju KMS dgn KMM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJyC7cjfJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EZVWQMGXRm4/s400/DSC01034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJyDMJhJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/tQqsXD0HBF4/s400/DSC01033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJyDdyyjKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_It154vzT0A/s400/DSC01025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJyD7dNAtI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Lfq3fnT5Nt0/s400/DSC01066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ATLIT KAKOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mcm gah sangat je bunyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;team apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siapa coach?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sir Hafeez *ouhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we arrived at KMJ on Friday around 6 p.m. ++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the obvious diff that i can point out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KMJ ada byk buildings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;menyebabkan KMJ nmpak lagi sempit than KMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KMJ ada banyak pokok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so sebab tu KMS nampak lagi luas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tapi panas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KMJ buruk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;haha yeah sebab KMJ's older than KMS kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we're placed in group B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;together with KMPP and KMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so here is the results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KMS vs KMPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14 - 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KMS vs KMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13 - 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so sampai situ je lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KMS tak dapat lebarkan lagi sayap nak pergi mana mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;last dalam group kot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TFJ0OU4T1nI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/a26Df0VQQVc/s400/kakommatch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;im the #11. ini masa KMS vs KMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we've done the very best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is what God gives us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well im not gonna talk more on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets talk on some things;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;related to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, some say "KMS ni baru lagi, tak pe, bagi chance dekat orang lain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so, we gave you the chance -__-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but still the champion goes to KML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KMJ si tuan rumah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KMPk yang agak banyak menang acara olahraga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KMM, matriks paling lama kat Malaysia ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KMNS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KMPh, matriks yg terdapat longgokan orang2 dari pantai timur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KMK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bukan KOLEJ2 MARA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi KML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebab apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*aku bukan nak perasan bagus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but aku hope pendapat aku tak dipandang enteng la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;korang tau kenapa, macam mana KML boleh jadi champion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kali ni, and beberapa kali pada tahun yang lepas2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tau kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku pun tak de la tau sangat, tapi berdasarkan apa yang aku perhatikan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600;"&gt;they are highly motivated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just imagine, from across the south china sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kerajaan belanja habis beribu ribu RM untuk hantar dorang ke semenanjung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siapa je rasa its worth it kalau dorang datang semenanjung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;untuk ber'honey moon' semata mata kan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666600;"&gt;the multi-races of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kalau nak cakap Malaysia ni ada berbilang kaum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lebih baik kita kecikkan skopnya and fokus dekat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabah and Sarawak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;berbeza kaum berbeza agama berbeza pandangan berbeza keupayaan berbeza bakat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that makes KML different from others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sama macam negara2 besar yg lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contoh Australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;banyak penduduk, dan untuk dinisbahkan dgn penduduk Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;boleh kata 7 : 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*suka hati aku je, tapi acceptable la kan. yg penting dorg lagi ramai dari kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, dalam taburan penduduk yg seramai itu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;probability utk setiap warganya utk memiliki kebolehan/bakat/kemahiran yang berbeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adalah sgt tinggi berbanding dgn Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so itu sebab lah mutu dan kualiti sukan Malaysia adalah away lower than that of Australia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and something i found in basketball;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its not that winning or losing that matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or scoring 2 pts or 3 pts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or shooting from half-court away from the basket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or stylishly do the lay up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or faking a shoot faked-lessly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its how smart we plan the game so that we'd conquer everybody's attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;including the reffs, the audiences, the table officers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like the KMPh 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehem sekian sahaja my story untuk my theory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebab aku sepatutnya cerita benda lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;overall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku tau, even though KMS belum setahun jagung pun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apa salahnya kitorang cipta kemenangan besar besaran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that it'll be the benchmark for the next generations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi nak buat macam mana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's all fated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alhamdulillah atas rezeki yang Allah bagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sebab setiap yang berlaku ada hikmah di sebaliknya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s : even kitorang kalah awal2 (and so the other teams too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kitorang still bersemangat, hyperactive utk menjadi penyokong tegar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*yeah istilah sangat famous ini sangat sesuai dgn kami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1GOLD, 1 SILVER, and 1BRONZE for KMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is somehow already written in history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh the 1st batch ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SANGAT TERBAIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-9175147615299560210?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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what has happened during these 5days here.blogging guna phone,is damn hard.im going to blog when i reach home safely khamis nti.&lt;br /&gt;But overall,i love it when it comes to the bonding session btween the old friends and me.i met shahir tapa,takhlis,amirul iman,akmaluddin a.k.a. toy.and not to be frgotten,you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-3879282816388282040?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/3879282816388282040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=3879282816388282040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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July the third 2010,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no no im not mentioning the Larian Kakom we had this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TDA2RLa7_CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/StRAoVXi5Ho/s1600/syaf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489947614516083746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TDA2RLa7_CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/StRAoVXi5Ho/s400/syaf.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;p/s : We had a blast. Meronggeng ke Bukit Tinggi dengan Sir Hafiz dari pagi sampai malam. Yeahh like we did last year Integomb Basketballers. I miss those moments :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1002748688631563334?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1002748688631563334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1002748688631563334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1002748688631563334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1002748688631563334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/07/hari-ini.html' title='hari ini,'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TDA2RLa7_CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/StRAoVXi5Ho/s72-c/syaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-7176817428466980228</id><published>2010-06-30T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:16:58.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facets of shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you hate me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and you're feeling kinda vomit yourself whenever you see me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i give a shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;poyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, somebody has written that word besides my name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the attendance list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i just realized it yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone i dont know who the hell he/she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrote some shits about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*ehh terasa famous sikit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohh never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was just like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;"oh okay, aku poyo. so what? kau jealous?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;like i give a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;pergi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MATI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-7176817428466980228?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/7176817428466980228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=7176817428466980228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7176817428466980228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/7176817428466980228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/06/facets-of-shit.html' title='facets of shit'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-6971718521895769382</id><published>2010-05-30T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:36:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHHHHHHHHH,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TAHcfMagGCI/AAAAAAAAANk/w8gZ_EMnqkQ/s1600/ateynfifi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TAHcfMagGCI/AAAAAAAAANk/w8gZ_EMnqkQ/s400/ateynfifi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476901050325669922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom cakap "WAHHHH" samasama :)&lt;div&gt;WAHHHHH for many reasons ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;aku dah jadi budak kolej wehh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dah tiga minggu dah aku kat sini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and dah start kuliah 2 minggu. belajar Bio, Chem, and Maths. *erghh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aku kenal dgn ramai orangggg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aku bertahan selama 3 minggu tak balik rumah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dan inilah kali pertama aku balik rumah. hebat kannnn :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wahhh,sudah lah ni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari Pendaftaran sgt memenatkan. aku dpt tingkat 4. WAHHHH lagi sekali. tingginyeeee. kesimbahan akan melanda setiap kali aku naik ke bilik. Roommates yg best :) alhamdulillah. Uzma from Tmn Tun, Aqilah from Gombak and Yazmeen from KL. pehh semua org KL siot. Kebandaran aa aku lepas ni *eh,bandar kot aku.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minggu Pengurusan Pelajar Baru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TAHchbCZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gS9nznzAVqk/s400/mlm+mppb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying so hardly not to be looked like a freshy. haha. gila bajet garang semua faci. nasib baik ada gak yg sporting. fuhhh. sgt memenatkan. even though tak banyak aktiviti, kitorg still penat. Balik bilik pukul 12++, bangun pukul 4. how tiring is that? cool eh? pehhh. kena pakai scarf kolej yg tak cantik dan pendek. habis aku dah tak alim dah pakai tudung pendek. *haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semua orang jadi busuk. nasib baik aku sempat basuh t shirt kolej sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and, one important fact about KMS; PANAS gila. semua tempat panas. dewan, surau, bilik. dewan kuliah mmg tak panas aa kan, haish. bayangkan semua tempat terbuka. macam padang jarak padang terkukur beb. setiap masa aku simbah -.-" tidur malam pun simbah kot. err simbah je ni *aku mmg kuat simbah kot.so what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh aku dapat Sc Fizikal. terkejut jugak, sbb aku nak Sc Hayat. semata mata Physics aku A and Bio aku A- ? dpt praktikum F4P1. wahh, LDK yg best. dgn En Badlilshah yg baik :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam penutup yg simple. agk bosan sebenarnya. takde benda sgt. sbb cuma ada dua persembahan ; koir dgn dikir barat (kedua - duanya tak menyengat langsung)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan esoknya tinggallah aku keseorangan di bilik memandangkan roommates aku semuanya balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;H6P1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TAHcfc4GCDI/AAAAAAAAANs/BOhoTnZ65bA/s400/h6p1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last dapat aku tukar course, setelah bersusah payah berebut rebut form tukar jurusan. kepala gilagila dlm praktikum ni best gak. mula mula aku kenal nabilah dgn dey je. sbb samasama tukar course dari fizikal ke hayat. aku tak ambil masa yg panjang utk kenal semua org dlm praktikum aku. sbb semua org ada peranan dan 'watak' masingmasing. haha. mmg happening habis ah dorang. i like :) macam mana pun aku rindu jugak dgn F4P1. korang pun best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TAHcgwWGK2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Sk8Gyn-TMYQ/s400/h6p1+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our ketua. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuliah,Kuliah,Kuliah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tak sangka aku akan belajar balik. lama gila bercuti, otak aku dah naik tepu dah. nasib baik semua chapter one utk semua subjek tak se'complicated' mana. except for maths la. aku takut tak dpt catch up. laju gila lect ajarrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and rayuan aku ke untuk ke U still tak diketahui lagi keputusannya. aku menunggu jugak. sbb aku takut tak boleh adapt dkt matriks ni. bukan tak boleh adapt ape, aku takut dgn kelajuannya yg sgt laju *aku dah la lampi. shit. 10 A aku time SPM aku campak dalam tong sampah je. sedihh :( anyhow aku still kena focus kat study aku kat matriks  ni dulu. takut yg ni tak dapat, yg tu pulak melepas. ala, macam peribahasa tu "yang dikejar tak dpt, yg dikendong berciciran"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Fatien :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-6971718521895769382?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/6971718521895769382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=6971718521895769382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6971718521895769382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/6971718521895769382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/05/wahhhhhhhhh.html' title='WAHHHHHHHHH,'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/TAHcfMagGCI/AAAAAAAAANk/w8gZ_EMnqkQ/s72-c/ateynfifi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1532634563469741154</id><published>2010-05-07T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:28:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diploma Kejuruteraan Kimia Universiti Teknologi Mara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? Diploma? Kejuruteraan Kimia? Ape ni?? betul betul aku tak sangka. dalam lapanlapan choice semua aku mintak is medic and yang berkaitan dgnnya macam pergigian,farmasi, sains and tecnology dlm medic. cuma satu ni je- Kejuruteraan Kimia aku letak satu je. sekali ini yang aku dapat. haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"At least kau dapat, cuba tgk mmbe kau tu, tak dpt pun. besyukur la sikit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;macam mana doe, aku rasa nak bersyukur??kalau ape yang aku nak tak dpt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunty Niza, thanks sbb dah bagi saya nampak apa yg patut sy ambik and ape yg patut sy tinggalkan. even though sbenarnya aunty bukan bagi saya pilihan, tapi saya dah tau apa yang saya perlu start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"kau biar betul, matriks tu kan lebih kurang je macam SPM.penat je kita struggle dulu, takkan kau nak repeat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abis, kau nak aku amik diploma yg 3 tahun yg agk buang masa tu ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"kau jgn salah anggap dgn tittle diploma. kau belajar 1st year, perform elok2 boleh je promoted. kau akan di-exampted la utk buat degree lak"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh ye? takpe la, aku nak amik matriks sbb aku nak start from zero balik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lagipun silap aku sendiri gak tak update UPU aku. mmg aku nak tukar pilihan. sekali dah tak sempat. sama macam matriks dulu ah. sedar2 je dah lepas due date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*straight to the point je lah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, macam mana pun aku dah muktamad, aku taknak talian hayat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aku pilih Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor. anyhow aku still jealous dgn yang dapat buat asasi. arghh, aku rasa tak adil tahu?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hidup ni tak semestinya bahagia kalau kita asyik dapat je apa yang kita nak. Sesekali kita kena rasa gak macam mana sakitnya, bila terjatuh atau gagal. Orang yang selalu dapat apa yang diorang nak, kalau sekali dorang jatuh, susah kot dorang nak bangun balik. sabab dorang belum pernah ada pengalaman. So, kita ikut je lah roda hidup. kadang2 kita kat bawah, orang lain kat atas dan sebaliknya"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Positif!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1532634563469741154?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/1532634563469741154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=1532634563469741154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1532634563469741154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1532634563469741154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/05/kolej-matrikulasi-selangor.html' title='Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-9204844556880462288</id><published>2010-04-22T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:09:49.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banting oh Banting.</title><content type='html'>HAHA. saya dapat Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor!! anda pula bagaimana? Selangor oh Selangor &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;macam *&amp;amp;$#!(&amp;amp;% je. lagi lagi dapat yang dekat dekat. dah lah sekolah kat gombak. dah tu dapat matriks kat Banting *cettt ape kena mengena?HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh tak pernah tahu pun ade matriks Selangor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wah best lah Selangor. Kat Banting. dekat dengan rumah. senang senang boleh fly terus balik rumah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Perghh. matriks selangor? SELANGOR? Gile bosan. Tak berkembang ah kau. Jadi orang Selangor je la sepanjang hidup kau.HAHA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ape? ape? suka hati saya lah. dekat, senang nak balik rumah. tiket bas pun takde lah mahal sangat jika nak dibandingkan kalau saya dapat matriks kat Pahang ke, kat Perlis ke *cett gile jauh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi kan, saya nak jugak dapat yang jauh jauh (jauh jauh as in Johor or Melaka sudeh. Kalau Perlis Kedah tu terlampau jauh. hehe) sebab saya nak ada rasa berjauhan dengan family so that nanti saya akan belajar untuk jadi independent. *chopp. dulu bukan duduk asrama ke? ye lahh, duduk asrama pun parents datang melawat dua minggu sekali mana ada feel perantau beb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramai jugak yang dapat Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor kat Banting ni *cehhh gile skema type name penuh. Balqish, Aziel, Ain Ali, Hairil, etc etc. Disebabkan baru dibuka, ada beberapa kemungkinan yang akan berlaku dan saya akan menjadi tidak suka jika kemungkinan itu berlaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facilities mungkin tidak berapa mencukupi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staff staff, cikgucikgu (*emm,cikgu ke nak panggil?) pun mesti lah yang agak freshy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and ah tu je kot. cehh cerita lebat je.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seorang rakan ada bagi saya link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klik &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kmp.matrik.edu.my"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt; jika anda betul-betul mahu masuk ke Kolej Matrikulasi *AMARAN : yang BETULBETUL mahu sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi kan, saya nak tunggu keputusan UPU keluar jadi saya dapatlah buat keputusan untuk ke matriks oh matriks Selangor ni. Rakan tadi juga yang memperkenalkan saya dengan suatu page di Fecebook iaitu "Tunggu Keputusan UPU untuk Putuskan Kemasukan ke Kolej Matrikulasi".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hal ini kerana saya NAK buat asasi dalam course yang saya minati iaitu perubatan atau Sains Hayat, atau pergigian atau lain lain course yang sewaktu dengannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya Allah ; saya nak buat asasi sains hayat di UM. berilahhhh!! Amin~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-9204844556880462288?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/9204844556880462288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=9204844556880462288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/9204844556880462288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/9204844556880462288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/04/banting-oh-banting.html' title='Banting oh Banting.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-3021806064906692488</id><published>2010-04-21T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T03:30:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up in the morning, feeling like P. Diddy *pffftt apekahh. Oh crap. dah terlambat beberapa jam dan minit. uh-oh. saya ambil masa selama 45minit saja untuk bersiap. hebat kan? *cakap ye cepattt. dah la tak packing lagi ape semua. lastlast main sumbat je semua baju dan barangbarang dalam beg galas ayah. haha. dah takde beg lain. takkan nak pakai bagasi macam budak budak Akademi Fantasia tu kot? haha. takde keje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oke, straight to the point. ayah balik rumah sekejap untuk hantar saya kat KTM UKM. before that, singgah ATM nak amik duit. mulamula nak amik kat MPKj je sekali mesin dia out of service oh *&amp;amp;^@%$. lastlast amik duit kat shell saje. RM250 cukup kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nampaknya rakan saya iaitu Syida Ghani sudah pun berdiri setia menanti tren KTM yang lembab macam siput b**i. haha. maaflah jika anda fikir saya mencarut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perjalanan agak lancar sehinggalah apabila kami telah pun sampai di Terminal Putra Gombak, kami nampaknya terpaksa menunggu seorang lagi rakan dari Rawang tetapi diterbangkan jauh dari Sarawak iaitu Asyseera Jaini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tetapi, kami terpaksa menunggu Wafi untuk menjemput kami. haih, nasiblah kami ni penyabar orangnye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CUhoeKk4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j2GZYxKJAlM/s200/wafi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inilah wafi. driver kami. eh eh jangan lah terkejut, kami tak naik plane tu lah. dia hanya menjemput kami dengan kereta kancilnya. comelkan? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sampai di sekolah tercinta, letak beg semua then ingat nak pergi ambik jubah. sekali seorang informer memberitahu, "kaunter tu tutup sekejap.pukul 2 karang bukak balik" *pfffttt. nak  buat camne? plan terpaksa diteruskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jadi saya, asyseera, nazirah dan balqish mengambil cab untuk ke ** (oops maaf agak sulit utk ditulis). kali ni kisah mengenai driver taxi yang pelik+menakutkan dan agak psycho. seram sejuk dibuatnye. dlm hati saya sudah memaki hamun mencarut marut dah kat pakcik taxi ni.dah lah bawak tah macam ape, dah tu boleh lagi tanya, "Nak pergi ** ikut jalan mana eh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ishh betulbetul mintak pelempang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CXYNuNDnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/93oYabWxbJc/s320/out+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CXX_nzkQI/AAAAAAAAALI/8n4EVJMWXQQ/s320/out+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CXXHoT0SI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NlqYZSnBEYg/s320/out+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jalan jalan sekitar butikbutik dalam ** (saje letak butikbutik,cehh bajet kaya banyak duit sangat.haha) ingat nak cari baju or shawl. tapi takde yang berkenan. penat menunggu rakan rakan lain sampai dan disebabkan perut kami sudah pun membuat penggilan tak jadi (missed calls), kami pun masuklah ke sebuah restoran makanan segera (fast food) KFC sudeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CXXT2q05I/AAAAAAAAALA/xKZ3qd80_hc/s320/out+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*gambar ini comel. bak kata Nazirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CXWhcvqCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qbaPavYZESI/s320/out2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*"Ish tak aci lah badan aku masuk separuh je" - Nazirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Takpe nanti potong badan Ateyn separuh" - Syira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastlast apabila rakanrakan yang lain sampai kami melahap di the Johnny's. Kami dapat rasa kami menjadi individu yang sangat mementingkan pengambilan gizi dalam diet pemakanan kami. (p/s: hanya kami yang memahami maksud sebenar ayat ini) oh dan paling best, kami makan menggunakan duit 'persatuan'.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CZrVZdgGI/AAAAAAAAALY/JAqTadbJvTY/s320/johnnys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*saya pun tak tau berapa kali gambar ini diambik sampaikan tak cukup satu photographer. dengan waiter2 tu sekali kami jadikan photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CZsQJtWhI/AAAAAAAAALw/kdA4bYup30c/s320/johnnys+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*okay, wani. saya tahu mee yang berkhasiat ni awak punye.amik lah balik.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CZr8h-t3I/AAAAAAAAALg/E9pqzEZFu_A/s320/johnyys+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CZsEAGWmI/AAAAAAAAALo/dnVX_ZdN1eI/s320/johnnys+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*dan ayam ini pun shiba yang punya, saya pinjam saje oke :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sampai sekolah tak sempat nak mandi *cett penipu besar. jadi saya pun berpakaian seperti ini sedangkan yang lain berbaju kurung. rehears dengan berbaju inilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CbQDKiVWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UikE7qxefzI/s320/busuk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*saya dan balqish busuk masa ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CbPw6upWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/no1bk_ppu2w/s320/rehears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*dalam dewan.rehears laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;habis je rehearsal, lepas rindu kat Dewan Makan lagi. sekarang orang baru, dah takde dah abangabang kelate yang gatalgatal tu. *cehh sekali same je, cuma bukan kelate la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CcCVfnWyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VMamYBp3D7A/s320/dm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*lihat oning kami, menarik kan? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ingat boleh keluar, tapi wtfish man, kena jadi macam budak sekolah. lastlast kitorang merayap je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CchDiqBmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/unBtUrfFtjg/s320/rayap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*kami mmg suka berjalan malammalam -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH the great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CeAFjnCMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-Nb1rjLyEfE/s320/grad1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CeAat_IXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4IdsA6mTKNU/s320/grad2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*ini gambar curi. wani,anda dibenarkan untuk memaafkan saya atas kesalahan ini. peace :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CeA7yWXCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ti9Cxs41Gzc/s320/grad3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CeBJs6VNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/D6__VgGC-Bs/s320/grad4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*ouh 3 orang perawan ini ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CeBjT9j3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/RDpo032lzUY/s320/grad5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*haish majod ni. tak dapat joget atas stage dia pegi tido pulak semasa ucapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9Ce8WmMjyI/AAAAAAAAANI/PY-SG139shI/s320/grad7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scandal of the day.haha.majod majod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*awak jangan jealous eh. saya sayang awak sorang je ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9Ce8PfNT9I/AAAAAAAAANA/Tfg35Nh6rYs/s320/grad6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*iloveyou mmuahmmuah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and oh I've graduated high school :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-3021806064906692488?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/feeds/3021806064906692488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1448556422917731401&amp;postID=3021806064906692488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3021806064906692488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/3021806064906692488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-woke-up-in-morning-feeling-like-p.html' title='A Great Day to Remember'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S9CUhoeKk4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j2GZYxKJAlM/s72-c/wafi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-8611977056409648944</id><published>2010-02-09T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:12:04.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new job. new comer.</title><content type='html'>ohh the first day :) we came early. 9:00 a.m. awal kan kan :)&lt;br /&gt;then kena buat medical check up. guess what. kitorang berjalan kaki dari ****o ke klinik tu!! ohh, sangat penat. phewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OKqR3LeMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MlIBAnuojs8/s1600-h/doc+and+patient.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OKqR3LeMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MlIBAnuojs8/s320/doc+and+patient.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436841634120300738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em gambar ni takde kena mengena. saje letak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the starting was okay. kitorang jadi packer je and sambil sambil tu belajar aa camne keje cashier ni kan.&lt;br /&gt;nak story ni. ade aa sorang cashier ni kan. ppuan. aku ingat dia lagi tua but rupa rupanya sebaya je. smpai sekarang aku tak tau nama dia. sebab ape? sebab muka dia tak friendly langsung. and to make things bad, aku kena belajar dgn dia on the second day. huh, apelah nasib. &lt;br /&gt;kerek kot minah ni. ye aa, dia kan dah pro bab bab cashier-ing ni. aku tak tau ape2 langsung. yup, memang aku jadi humble sehumble nye aa kat situ as a new joiner. but, tak perlu kot aku rasa nak berlagak dgn aku. macam dia tak pernah buat silap langsung. agaknye dia lupa aa tu first day dia kat situ camne. HAHA. dia ajar aku  macam aku ni mmg totally zero tak tau ape. huh, ni sudah melampau. tapi, aku sabar je aa kan. nak buat cmne.&lt;br /&gt;NASIB BAIK tak semua cashier macam dia. ade yg cuba beramah mesra dgn aku yang pendiam ni :). ade yang tanye, dulu sekolah mana. haish, aku malas betul nak cerita aku sekolah mana dulu.&lt;br /&gt;"alaaah, if aku cakap, bukan kau tau pun kat mana"&lt;br /&gt;"laa, kau cakap  je aa. mana aa tau aku tau." &lt;br /&gt;"okay, aku dulu sekolah kat SBPI Gombak. tau?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, tak tau"&lt;br /&gt;see. thats why aku malas nak explain background aku. haish. &lt;br /&gt;and maybe sebab diorang tak tau beckground aku,, mcm minah kerek tu, pandang 'low' kat aku. emm, aku hope korang fhm. bukan nak menunjuk ke ape. but, the same thing happened to my  mom dulu masa dia jadi cashier gak dulu. org2 lain kat situ sume expect my mom setaraf dgn dorang; tak lulus SPM then datang situ cari kerja nak sara hidup family. but at last dorang terkejut and claimed my mom sengaja reka reka cerita bila dapat tau yg my mom dapat offer further study. huh, mentality manusia kelas ke berapa aa tu.&lt;br /&gt;but that was okay kot. I think. lantak aa dorang nak fikir ape. yg penting dorang hidup bahgia. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;aku enjoy je belajar dgn akak ni. at first dia tak nak bagitau aku nama dia. alasannye, &lt;br /&gt;"nnti kalau kau buat silap pastu nanti TL tanye "dulu belajar dgn siapa?" abes aa aku nnti"&lt;br /&gt;"alaa, lek aa kak. takde nye saya bgtau akak yg ajar saya."&lt;br /&gt;"aahh. habis tu, kau nak ckp siapa?"&lt;br /&gt;"ada aa" HAHA. ish tak baik betul aku ni. em apa apa pun thanks aa ajar aku, MINAH KEREK :P&lt;br /&gt;and Kak Dayah, (at last aku tau gak nama akak tu) best aa belajar dgn akak! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as of February the 8th, I started MY JOB :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OO23tANeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JZEc3ny9A40/s1600-h/cashier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OO23tANeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JZEc3ny9A40/s320/cashier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436846248483108322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went all about smoothly but the thing was me. tersangat sangat slow kot. HAHA. nasib aa mana mana customer yang queue kat my counter. sape suruh enn. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;tersangat penat and kalau terasa nak online tu mmg sgt payah aa nak tunaikan. sorry aa siapa2 yang menunggu aku online tiap2  malam kan. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-8611977056409648944?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8611977056409648944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/8611977056409648944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-job-new-comer.html' title='new job. new comer.'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OKqR3LeMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MlIBAnuojs8/s72-c/doc+and+patient.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-1180293304765546305</id><published>2010-01-30T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T03:31:57.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving test - I passed! Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OFknoN-8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xWL30tb4HAA/s1600-h/driving+test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436836039325776834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OFknoN-8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xWL30tb4HAA/s320/driving+test.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 87px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 123px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah actually dah lama event ni berlalu. :)&lt;br /&gt;lambat pulak. ahh suka ati aa kan. hehe. oh the driving test on friday January the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;nombor giliran : 13&lt;br /&gt;session : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh, awal kot kalau org ke 13. ahh cuakcuak.&lt;br /&gt;on the way ke tempat test tu, driver tu (oops sorry aa abg, tak tau aa lu punye nama) singgah kat petronas sat nak isi NGV kot. then bila nak gerak dia gi sadaikan van kat tepi jalan. huh, rupanya ade prob sikit. tah, air tumpah. kot laa. tak paham pun sbnrnya pe masalahnye kan. (haha). then kena tunggu kot, van yang lain smpai. time tu dah dkat 8:30 a.m. smpai je van yang lain (van baru sikit) terus je driver tu pecut. and bertambah kecut aa perut aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh org sgt ramai and we guys dah terlepas sesi taklimat kot. so, terus start aa test. sekali aku punye nombor giliran bertukar. dari 13 ke 11. ohh no,, sengal aa spe yg takde tu. eh jap jap,,11? oh patut aa cam kenal. my jersey number kot time hk zon hari tu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has come. good thing masa tu belum panas terik lagi kat litar tu. ohh, saya sangat kagum dengan diri saya *riak sebenarnya ni. i did all things yg dekat litar tu all about smoothly. haha. proudproud. time kasih encik JPJ! haha.&lt;br /&gt;so scr automatik nye aku passed aa ujian litar :) sgt bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th next was on the road. alhamdulillah aku dapat road A! nasib bukan B kalau tak akan kantoi aa kat jalan nak  masuk pekan tu. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;"oh. selamat pagi encik" Wan Aizuddin nama dia (:&lt;br /&gt;"ha buat aa pe yg patut." ohh, garang gak mamat ni. so aku buat aa, check honk, wipers, lampu, signals etc etc. then aku jalan.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. silly gila bila nak kelua gi jalan A tu, baru aku sedar aku tak pakai seat belt!!&lt;br /&gt;"em kejap, encik. saya tak pakai seat belt ni" nasib baik dia okay. HAHAHA. malu kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grrr aku kantoi kot bab bab nak tukar tukar gear ni. haish.&lt;br /&gt;tgk markah 17/20. and semua kesilapan aku mesti tang gear gear. tu pun nasib baik tak de mati engine. pheww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, I passed"&lt;br /&gt;"tahniah tahniah, pasni boleh bawak aku gi jalan jalan"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm, yet masih tak boleh kalahkan my cousin. kalau comp test dia 48/50 and aku 47/50, yang test JPJ ni beliau 18/20 and aku 17/20.huh.&lt;br /&gt;pulang ke rumah dgn my uncle,,and menunggu keesokan hari dgn :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-1180293304765546305?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1180293304765546305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/1180293304765546305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/02/passed.html' title='Driving test - I passed! Woohoo!'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ux8oU6xgbRA/S3OFknoN-8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xWL30tb4HAA/s72-c/driving+test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448556422917731401.post-5471042845864943106</id><published>2010-01-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:11:59.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>The First Entry</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahiim. Whahaahah Fatien ada blog lah!HAHAHA. Thanks to seorang hamba Allah ni yang perkenalkan aku dgn blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Betapa kunonye saya HAHAH *ishishish*. Actually malas lah nak mmpunyai blog because well, kenala selalu update benda ni and seperti membebel pun ada HAHA. Tapi,em takpe. Bak kata org tak kenal maka tak cinta *wootwoot jiwengs*. First, I belajar dulu how do people post blog, how do they manage their blogs and etc etc.. So, utk for the very first time, of course lah tak byk yg aku tau, so mmg terlalu byk la kelemahan yg dpt dilihat ye rakanrakan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm well, today's Balqish's birthday. She's 18 now. Oh my my my how time flies so fast kan. Tak lama lagi aku la pulak and rakanrakan yg lain hahaha. And hari ni juga is my family's first visit- melawat adik perempuanku di Maahad Hamidiah. Wahaha dah seminggu dia kat sekolah agama tu. "Mcm mana lah eh rupa dia dalam 'ustazah' version?"fikirku di dalam hati. HAHA. but petang tu juga baru aku wish Balqish. sgt lambat *duhh. And, my aunt from Johor dtg with her daughters and her grandson. That was the first time I saw the kiddo! God cute gilaaa and gilaa fair kulit dia! *wahh jealous gila aa. They spent one night kat rumah and the next morn we sent them naik bas utk pulang ke Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. tak reti lah! *jap, tak reti ape huh? duhh, sgt kekok kot menulis blog. From the very first I heard of Blogger ni, aku fikir cam wah, gilaa tiada privacy. You know,ini kan semacam our everyday journal. So bila di'post' samalah kita jadikan kisah hidup sbg public reading material.huh?? Tah, pandaipandai lah masing2 jaga hidup sendiri kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatien A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1448556422917731401-5471042845864943106?l=mirraabdul92.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5471042845864943106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1448556422917731401/posts/default/5471042845864943106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirraabdul92.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-entry.html' title='The First Entry'/><author><name>fatien A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717008069870916026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRxbJnEJ8tI/TzK5XLGz8nI/AAAAAAAAA6s/LpM3iP130y8/s220/IMAG0199.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
