<?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-14477601</id><updated>2012-02-13T08:32:16.395+08:00</updated><category term='Song'/><category term='Humanity'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Debate'/><category term='BFF'/><category term='Islamic'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='DaysAfterSchool'/><category term='３行ラブレター'/><category term='Braces'/><category term='Raya 2010'/><category term='CopyPaste'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Archery'/><category term='JapanEarthquake2011'/><category term='School Life'/><category term='Accoustic Cover'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Langit Biru</title><subtitle type='html'>malaysian japanese girl SAMT Tengku Ampuan Jemaah SAMTTAJ love cats philosophy think independent indonesia malaysia heart break love suicide friends loyal betray</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>737</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-998467831595552804</id><published>2012-02-13T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:32:16.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>Smartphone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;No, this is not a review. No. I just want to say that, I will only get one if my best friend has one. ε(*╹◡╹*)з Only then&amp;nbsp;I think it's worth&amp;nbsp;purchasing those package in Celcom. There are goods and bads of using a pastpaid service, the god things are of&amp;nbsp; course, when the it's the time to pay the bill, Dad will pay. Te bad things is, the cost for one SMS is damn expensive (RM 0.10), and for call it's RM 0.15. That's why I'd rather call then text. It's not like I'm so keen on chekcing what's happening around the world in FB, Twitter and all. My big bro is. I don't&amp;nbsp;wanna end up&amp;nbsp;like him. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8.30 in the morning, I should hang the clothes, umm I guess I'm going to have some breakfast first. Cucur udang. Yummyy. Going to make one. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm very happy now that Labu has come home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-998467831595552804?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/998467831595552804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/smartphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/998467831595552804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/998467831595552804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/smartphone.html' title='Smartphone.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4398576459099282523</id><published>2012-02-12T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:08:39.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Labu Labu Labuci. :3</title><content type='html'>Labu is home! From the back of the house of neighbour's. After the heavy rain, the contractor notices a grey fat cat and Ummi shouted for my name. :3 I was too lazy to get up but you know, when mum's calling.. :3 And then I saw Labu was trying to "escape" from the contstructor because he's very afraid of stranger, right the moment he saw me, he began to meowww meowwwwwwwwwww like a baby being picked up by their mum after staying at nursery till 5 pm. He wasn't wet, though. He looks really well. He wasn't hungry too! I think he stayed at someone's house. Is this a coincidence? Every before the day I've been thinking of making a flyer, on the next day, my cat will return home. Hehehehe. Never mind, I'm very hapy and relieved now. Alhamdulillah thank You for granting my wish. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4398576459099282523?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4398576459099282523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/labu-labu-labuci-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4398576459099282523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4398576459099282523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/labu-labu-labuci-3.html' title='Labu Labu Labuci. :3'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6811025064693379381</id><published>2012-02-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:08:39.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Labu lagi.</title><content type='html'>Kalau ada sesiapa ternampak kucing kelabu berkolar pink, tolong jagakan. Bagi air, &amp; sisa nasi pun takpe. Dia kuat makan, semua dia makan. Roti pun dia makan. Kalau boleh, bagitahu saya. :( Sebaiknya begitulah. Tapi kalau sayang sangat, tak nak, nak buat macam mana kan. Tapi tolong jaga ya? Saya tahu dia comel, dia budak baik.. Gemuk pula. Saya sayang dia. Nama dia Labu. Dia pelupa, dia tak akan ingat nama lain. Labu ni pun dah penat dah buat dia ingat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6811025064693379381?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6811025064693379381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/labu-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6811025064693379381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6811025064693379381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/labu-lagi.html' title='Labu lagi.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8604566727959265437</id><published>2012-02-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:08:39.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I lost him.</title><content type='html'>I know this might be exaggerating, but.. He is. It hasn't been 24 hours yet so I can't make any police report yet. Haish! Alhamdulillah I've given him a collar, pink stunning collar. He's Labu, a very fat grey cat. He had a fight with Puteh and now he's still out there. We've just moved into this housing area, even I'm not familiar with here yet. Hm He never been far from house actually. This is the first time he'f left home for long. All this while, he'll just sit &amp; sleep there, growing his fat. If another a week and he's still not coming back, I'll surely make a flyer. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8604566727959265437?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8604566727959265437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-lost-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8604566727959265437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8604566727959265437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-lost-him.html' title='I lost him.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2742989476130613884</id><published>2012-02-09T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:59:59.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Chris Brown Open Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love Chris Brown's song! (ღˇ◡ˇ)人(ˇ◡ˇღ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the chord he uses is Em, G, D, C. So easy. ヾ(დ☣‿☣)ﾉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, too much of kaomoji is so disgusting. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8x2DTIU8_t4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8x2DTIU8_t4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2742989476130613884?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2742989476130613884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/chris-brown-open-road.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2742989476130613884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2742989476130613884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/chris-brown-open-road.html' title='Chris Brown Open Road'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6020317681624638071</id><published>2012-02-08T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:00:06.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archery'/><title type='text'>Archery meoww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5PbkQFP-Dk/TzFOwY5TSQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4EYBIQiYoJY/s1600/431238_2988273198956_1625861872_2475059_2093213214_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5PbkQFP-Dk/TzFOwY5TSQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4EYBIQiYoJY/s320/431238_2988273198956_1625861872_2475059_2093213214_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing you my baby bow. It's only the riser anyway. The handle. I know the photo sucks, but I tried my best to put my own here. I thought of just steal some from Uncle Google, but uploading my own would look better I guess. Anyway it's Hoyt's Nexus. That's all I could ask from my Dad. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy. When are you coming here? Fix my arrows! I only have four perfect arrows. I don't wanna do it on my own, you gotta do it&amp;nbsp; for me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want this chest guard! Please get this for me, whoever going to Korea. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; As long as it's Pooh, I don't mind. I'd pay twice price!&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/-X4jjSz_e4MQ/TzFQqBQSm8I/AAAAAAAAAzk/b8ZsKer5X44/s1600/KOR_Park-SH_04OG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X4jjSz_e4MQ/TzFQqBQSm8I/AAAAAAAAAzk/b8ZsKer5X44/s320/KOR_Park-SH_04OG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/14477601-6020317681624638071?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6020317681624638071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/archery-meoww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6020317681624638071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6020317681624638071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/archery-meoww.html' title='Archery meoww'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5PbkQFP-Dk/TzFOwY5TSQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/4EYBIQiYoJY/s72-c/431238_2988273198956_1625861872_2475059_2093213214_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2633986684422814545</id><published>2012-02-07T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:00:14.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9cohsos-CE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F9cohsos-CE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my friend shared this video. Woo I really love lyrics video more than the official videos because I don't wanna share girls with her aurat exposed actually. I feel so bad towards her. :/ Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of you! Everything reminds me of you actually. That was a joke. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this one person. Really. Never gonna like. When I start to say things like this, it happens like once in three months. :3 He will patiently listens to me. He won't laugh. Even I would sometimes laugh at myself and feel so fool. Even I won't be friend with people like me. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I wanna go find that person I hate and curse him, he will like, no, just say to me. That's not a nice thing to curse people. He never laughed at me even though it IS STUPID to keep on letting myself upset over things which has happend few years ago. So I will talk like 5 minutes, feeling bored and forget about it immediately. Haha. I'm so predictable. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice man. I would really recommend everyone. No kidding. As a human, he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2633986684422814545?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2633986684422814545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2633986684422814545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2633986684422814545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/dan.html' title='Dan'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7627005417553810378</id><published>2012-02-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:00:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Telekung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Semalam kami sekeluarga dan beberapa saudara mara terdekat ke Pasar Rabu. Makcik &amp;amp; adik beradik nenek saya beli telekung. Saya &amp;amp; Ummi saya pun beli. Ummi suruh saya cuba pakai, saya pun sarung ke muka saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nek Teh : Comelnya Athirah..&lt;br /&gt;Athirah&amp;nbsp; : Saya memang comel..!!&lt;br /&gt;Nek Teh : Tak, ni betul2 Nek Teh cakap.. Nampak manis&amp;nbsp; sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUHUHUHUU! Berbunga-bunga hati saya &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/14477601-7627005417553810378?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7627005417553810378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/telekung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7627005417553810378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7627005417553810378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/telekung.html' title='Telekung.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6691356366073776871</id><published>2012-02-07T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:00:29.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Because of yooouuuu!! Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu I hate it when what's in my mind is talking in Japanese. How am I going to write? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYMZFyD7-N8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYMZFyD7-N8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6691356366073776871?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6691356366073776871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6691356366073776871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6691356366073776871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless night.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1246487859258856983</id><published>2012-02-07T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:49:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rU0HAYqVbHA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rU0HAYqVbHA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at like 1 AM I guess. Don't really remember. Hate it hate it hate it. You've been that pushy and you disappeared just like that. Very nice. What goes around don't come around but God surely gives only what we deserved. Sooo that's okay, I'll be nice to all my cats, ants, banana tree behind my house, and hoping for God's mercy. Mwehehe. I don't want those happiness-fairy-tale-blablabla but You forgiving me would be more than enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear good friends, thanks for always reminding me for my mistakes &amp;amp; help me becoming a better person. Loving every single voise-raised-up advices! :D Okay okay I'll be a good girl so you don't have to shout.. After you've done shouting. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1246487859258856983?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1246487859258856983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1246487859258856983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1246487859258856983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4667993248482412338</id><published>2012-02-03T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:04:28.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Direction - Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When I'm bored, I listen to my brother randomly search for guitar chord of any songs, play and sing when he is bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHPlZPc02UQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHPlZPc02UQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4667993248482412338?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4667993248482412338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-direction-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4667993248482412338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4667993248482412338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-direction-moment.html' title='One Direction - Moment'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4035603534678902932</id><published>2012-02-03T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:50:02.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;　＼&lt;br /&gt;　　　       ＼&lt;br /&gt;. 　 　 　 ＼&lt;br /&gt;.　　　　　　 ＼　　　　 　＿＿＿＿＿＿＿&lt;br /&gt;　 　　　　 　 　      ＼ 　 r'´￣￣￣　　 ￣￣￣｀､::.　　　＿＿＿&lt;br /&gt;　　　      l} ､:: 　 　 　 ＼ﾍ,___,＿ ＿＿＿＿＿＿/::.＿＿|　　　　.|＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿_＿&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　 ＼::　 　 　 | | 　 　　　　　　　　　　｜､:..　　|　[],　_ .|: [ニ]:::::&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l'-,､イ＼:　　　| |　　　　∧,,,∧　.　　　｜::..　 　ﾍ￣￣,/:::(_＿)::&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　　´ヽ,ノ: 　　| |　　　（´・ω・｀）　　　 ,l､:::　　　 ￣￣::::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　　　 | :|　 　 | |,r'",´￣￣￣￣￣｀ヽ､l:::::&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l.,＼＼| :|　 　 | ,'　　　　　　　 :::::... 　..::ll:::: 　 　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　　　 | :|　 　 | |　 　　　　 　 :::::::... . .:::|l::::　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l＿＿,,| :|　 　 | |　　 　　　 　 ::::....　 ..:::|l:::: 　　 &lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l￣｀~~| :|　 　 | |　　　　　　　　　　　 　|l::::　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　　　 | :|　 　 | |　　　　　　　　　　　 　|l::::　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　　　 | :|　 　 | |　　　''"´　 　　　 　　 |l::::　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l ＼＼[]:| 　 　| |　 　 　　　　　　　　　 |l::::　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l　　 ｨ'´~ヽ　　| |　 　 　 　　　 　｀`' 　 |l::::　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l-''´ヽ,／:: 　　| |　　　''"´　 　 　　　　 |l::::　　&lt;br /&gt;　　　      |l 　／:: 　 　　 | ＼,'´＿___..:::::::::::::::_`l__,ｲ::::&lt;br /&gt;　　　      l}ィ:: 　　　 　 　|　　`´::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::`´::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4035603534678902932?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4035603534678902932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4035603534678902932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4035603534678902932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4281690900047280296</id><published>2012-02-02T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:11:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1SgO6V3sDk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1SgO6V3sDk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad they never grow up. I'm so glad they never change. So do I. Weeeeeeeeeee. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4281690900047280296?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4281690900047280296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4281690900047280296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4281690900047280296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/pooh.html' title='Pooh.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-3872511450156379723</id><published>2012-02-02T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:41:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Pooh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX6YGMbV10w/Tyo-LFlAcJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jrpVVVr3_ec/s1600/bweb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX6YGMbV10w/Tyo-LFlAcJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jrpVVVr3_ec/s1600/bweb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I turn this blog into Pooh ? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-3872511450156379723?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/3872511450156379723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3872511450156379723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3872511450156379723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-pooh.html' title='I love Pooh!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yX6YGMbV10w/Tyo-LFlAcJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jrpVVVr3_ec/s72-c/bweb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-289667125782656568</id><published>2012-02-02T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:33:58.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puteh - Kain Buruk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFF6nYLE2b0/Tyo7UHhwsxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lVxPUzBZmwQ/s1600/401076_2947594502014_1625861872_2460628_810054145_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFF6nYLE2b0/Tyo7UHhwsxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lVxPUzBZmwQ/s400/401076_2947594502014_1625861872_2460628_810054145_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum kawan-kawan! Saya Puteh. Saya masih ingat ketika Arwah Abang Saki masih ada, Athirah membenarkan beliau menggunakan akaun Myspace Athirah. Setelah beberapa kali merayu kepada Athirah, akhirnya Athirah telah bersetuju membenarkan saya mengambil alih bukan sahaja akaun FBnya, malah akaun Blogger ini! Tapi saya tidak mempunyai masa terluang sebanyak Athirah. Athirah kan sedang menunggu keputusan peperiksaan. Saya akan cuba membantu Athirah menulis blog ini, sekurang-kurangnya. Walaupun Athirah bukanlah menulis untuk apa-apa tujuan, Athirah sekadar ingin berseronok, tapi.. Alaaaaaa bagi lah saya peluang "membantu" Athirah! :( Hari-hari saya ikut Athirah sidai baju, lihat gambar saya di atas. Ada bakul merah kan?&amp;nbsp; Gambar ni pun Athirah yang ambilkan.. Penat saya tahan lidah macam tu. Habis hingus saya melekat kat lidah. Saya mampu ikut Athirah saja, mengelilingi kaki Athirah. Nak sidai pun tak sampai. Tapi Athirah baik sangat kat saya.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-289667125782656568?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/289667125782656568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/puteh-kain-buruk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/289667125782656568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/289667125782656568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/puteh-kain-buruk.html' title='Puteh - Kain Buruk'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFF6nYLE2b0/Tyo7UHhwsxI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lVxPUzBZmwQ/s72-c/401076_2947594502014_1625861872_2460628_810054145_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6386669704922524364</id><published>2012-02-02T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:22:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's Emulsion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I've been losing my appetite lately. This is not good!! I guess Imma eat Scott's Emulsion back. I'm still growing up! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6386669704922524364?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6386669704922524364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/scotts-emulsion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6386669704922524364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6386669704922524364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/scotts-emulsion.html' title='Scott&apos;s Emulsion.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2994564903168319672</id><published>2012-02-02T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:06:09.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That friends who only find you when they're sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What's wrong with it? I just don't understand why people sorta don't really like that kind of people.. I love to be needed. I love it when people tell me their problems, maybe cause I'm a good listener? :P Nah. Not actually. It's okay even if they don't share with me their happy moments, I'm totally fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're bored, it's okay. You feel like to talk to me, okay I'll be here. I don't belong to me, I belong to my Creator. He made me, and so I'm gonna use myself to the fullest to make everyone happy! But not to the extent of people taking advantage on me.. As if I'm that easy to be fooled. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, you can have my hug whenever you want to. Only for girls. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2994564903168319672?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2994564903168319672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/that-friends-who-only-find-you-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2994564903168319672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2994564903168319672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/that-friends-who-only-find-you-when.html' title='That friends who only find you when they&apos;re sad'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6211816308778281772</id><published>2012-02-02T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:48:05.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><title type='text'>Pride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Is pronounced as&amp;nbsp; PU-RA-I-DO in Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily freak out when people start to accusing me of this and that. But I learnt that it is not ALWAYS good to "fight back" and convince that I'm not. Some people are better left that way, thinking as how they want to because there's no guarantee that they're gonna listen to me. I don't really bother about what people might think of me, or I don't even bother to tell people how they should judge me. No, no, no. I've been keeping myself quiet for years, and I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to act bad than act nice, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, I can't let my guard down all the time. Once I did, and there seems no appreciation, okay I won't. Not again. Not worth. There are still people appreciating me just the way I am even when my guard is as high as Mt. Everest. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer someone to me, the more I say bad things you know! I'm an ego person, I won't easily show my love. Eeeeuuuuuwwwwww!! I'm trying to be nice to you, but if that's what you say, okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&amp;nbsp; very hard to find someone&amp;nbsp; we are looking for, you know? I don't know cause I never tried. I never put a scale for a "good" person to me. As to what I see, nobody can. When they say they want to find someone like bla bla bla they only end up saying. The words go and disappear just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that reason, I just befriend with everyone. Be nice to everyone. Never judge or doubt &amp;amp;&amp;amp; most importantly, never trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't know how to say "I don't like you, so don't bother me again,". So, if you ever come across of (&amp;lt;---- I love this phrase!) people who you're just starting to get to know, trying to say all those things about you, you should know your place and try to understand. That's a message from them that they don't really like you. So, if you never had any of their contact number before, just delete those and act like you two used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't hate them!! If they ever come back and treat you nice, just treat them nice back. Be nice to everyone and Allah will be nice to you. Who cares if they will going to treat you right back or what, cause you're doing it for Allah. Just don't go too far. A reminder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6211816308778281772?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6211816308778281772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6211816308778281772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6211816308778281772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/pride.html' title='Pride.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7883016418787150858</id><published>2012-02-02T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:36:32.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;While waiting for PMR result back in 2009 if I'm not mistaken, we were asked to do the test and we sort of can see what kind of profession suits us best. There were like 200 question (or more) after finishing the question, we have to count, bla bla bla you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then classified into A,B,C,D,E,F, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher in charge called out each group and instructed to sit in a group, we were in school's hall then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was a bit suprised of is, I was like the only person in that group. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even raise up my hand when the teacher called out my name. -_____- Fool right? I always liked to be the only one, but actually I was too lazy on that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky thing the teacher read the kind of profession suits me best. Before that, he read out few of personality that might suits me, and undoubtedly all of my close friends agreed with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The profession was : Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! This test really understand me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7883016418787150858?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7883016418787150858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/personality-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7883016418787150858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7883016418787150858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1465365081343884664</id><published>2012-02-02T07:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:25:30.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEDIK! GEDIK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi_7qGu59sE/TynJ1j32M-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oBU9AG5lo2k/s1600/rgbsdsr.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi_7qGu59sE/TynJ1j32M-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oBU9AG5lo2k/s1600/rgbsdsr.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/14477601-1465365081343884664?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1465365081343884664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/gedik-gedik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1465365081343884664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1465365081343884664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/02/gedik-gedik.html' title='GEDIK! GEDIK!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi_7qGu59sE/TynJ1j32M-I/AAAAAAAAAzE/oBU9AG5lo2k/s72-c/rgbsdsr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6260350460723479983</id><published>2012-01-31T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:11:58.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindblowing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yuna &amp;amp; Qi. I never posted about singer etc but this is the only exception. Nak tiru lah. :O&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/-Qm5t9rrwWqg/TyewIC5Fd-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/Vj4d4y1GVZo/s1600/AkLO2IFCQAAwCW6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5t9rrwWqg/TyewIC5Fd-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/Vj4d4y1GVZo/s640/AkLO2IFCQAAwCW6.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/14477601-6260350460723479983?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6260350460723479983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/mindblowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6260350460723479983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6260350460723479983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/mindblowing.html' title='Mindblowing.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5t9rrwWqg/TyewIC5Fd-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/Vj4d4y1GVZo/s72-c/AkLO2IFCQAAwCW6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6113455557691276896</id><published>2012-01-31T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:49:33.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Dentist with little cousin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVL_VxgqEbE/TyeqYAHMceI/AAAAAAAAAy0/eRxxpeAGo4o/s1600/hbcdbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVL_VxgqEbE/TyeqYAHMceI/AAAAAAAAAy0/eRxxpeAGo4o/s400/hbcdbo.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two of us. &amp;lt;3 Officially, two. Technically, three. With my Abang. But then Abang is the dentist, so.. Is he counted? Never mind. My little cousin is veeeeeeeery talkative. Done my best to calm him down. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you count till hundred?",&lt;br /&gt;"Cannot! It's so difficult",&lt;br /&gt;"Why?",&lt;br /&gt;"I get thirsty".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6113455557691276896?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6113455557691276896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/dentist-with-little-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6113455557691276896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6113455557691276896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/dentist-with-little-cousin.html' title='Dentist with little cousin.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVL_VxgqEbE/TyeqYAHMceI/AAAAAAAAAy0/eRxxpeAGo4o/s72-c/hbcdbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5744161747969035676</id><published>2012-01-31T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:49:42.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>"ATHIRAH! WHERE ARE YOU!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Everytime I get lost in house, my Abang would yell and search everywhere as if I've lost in a jungle. Literally he will yell, "ATHIRAHHHHH..!!! ATHIRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can hear, then of course I can answer and make him feel a'right. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I somehow can't hear, he will go yelling like that till he finds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to it. It's so funny. Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5744161747969035676?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5744161747969035676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/athirah-where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5744161747969035676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5744161747969035676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/athirah-where-are-you.html' title='&quot;ATHIRAH! WHERE ARE YOU!&quot;'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5043658950747409925</id><published>2012-01-30T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:16:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't expect of knowing all about girls just from this one entry. This is just a lil bit of my opinion. I like to talk about girlzz because I myself is not girlish enough. Haha. Whatever. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever come across of cute girl? Of course, right.&amp;nbsp;I see beautiful girl everyday. In the mirror. Really!!! Never mind, it's okay if you don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, I saw this one pretty Indonesian female at Empire shopping mall. From the way she dresses, I can guess she's a maid. She was with few of her friends. She wore a very simple shirts, and that round scarf. Like when I say maid, what's in your mind? My point is, she didn't really dress up. Just another maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the first time I saw her, she looks veryveryvery beautiful. Until today, I've never seen a woman as beautiful as her, even in TV. I turned back to her many times. I was going up on escalator then. She looks so nice.. Kind. I don't know what did she keep in her eyes, but. She was so beautiful.. You can almost feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like one of those! People can just look at me and know I'm kind. Heeee. Not yet, maybe. But at least I'm trying. People say to "just be yourself, don't fake." But to me, what is wrong to "immitate" nice people? It makes everyone happy. I wanna be that girl which kids would automatically love just from the first sight. Because I know kids know how to differ. Kids will only attach to someone they trust, either they are familiar with or the person is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love to go to kindergarten! Really. Looking at the teachers, ahhh..! They are so pretty! What's more when the teacher is a male? Awwww.. I love male loved by kids. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be one, or to find one, why don't next time if you go out of your house, try to feel what's in each person's heart. Especially a stranger, don't try it to your family! They're gonna call you a crazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Try.. Slowly, find the rhythm and feel it with your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5043658950747409925?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5043658950747409925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/girlzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5043658950747409925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5043658950747409925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/girlzzz.html' title='Girlzzz'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7550239932657445644</id><published>2012-01-30T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:34:21.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='３行ラブレター'/><title type='text'>３行ラブレター</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;１日一つ書きたいと思います！それじゃぁ、第一号どうぞ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あっ、その前に、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆｡◕‿◕｡)ﾉ♡☆,｡･:*:･ﾟおはよ～☆彡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;勉強で忙しい君&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;どうしようもなく話したかったけど、わざと避けた。&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;今の彼女とは大丈夫なんだね。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;むふふふふふふふ・・・。&lt;br /&gt;悲しいぞ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7550239932657445644?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7550239932657445644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7550239932657445644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7550239932657445644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_30.html' title='３行ラブレター'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1754207500824687740</id><published>2012-01-29T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:15:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Listening to Faizal Tahir singing the song now in AJL. Someone's watching, I'm listening. When the hell are you going to................. Ah, never mind, you're gone. Dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1754207500824687740?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1754207500824687740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1754207500824687740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1754207500824687740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4364294025007234597</id><published>2012-01-29T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:58:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm not scared of doing one. I'm not scared of doing almost anything, literally. Whatever doesn't kill me, I would. Whatever almost killed me, I had. Haha. Making mistake is totally okay. The thing is have we learned something from the mistake? Or are we doing the same mistakes over and over again? I always catch myself thinking if I have learned or not. From&amp;nbsp; whatever I'm doing, whether is't a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in a relationship , based on what I seen on TV, of course du-uh. Some people on TV just never learned. What was the mistake from the relationship that never last? Or, from what's happening around me, around us. We go against our religion too much. Who gives us the feeling to love, care about someone? Whether it's towards our pet, or parents. God right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we love somebody isn't wrong at all, I mean even to friends. What matters is what do we "contribute" in the relationship. Does the relationship only encourage us to do something wrong? If even once, in our head, had thought of "is what am I doing right or wrong?", then stop it. Really. Why the relationship never lasts? Because we have a lot of people we love around us, that pray for our well being every time after their prayers. They ask God to protect us from doing sins. Save us from Hell's fire. At least our parents are. And you know how great is the prayer from our parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason of the people I love to do more sin. We all have enough sin which nobody is certain if God has forgiven or not. I love you, you love me, and let's take care of our own relationship with God first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, in everything we do, we can do anything &amp;amp; anyhow we want, but there must be a guide line to be followed. In life, with no doubt, the guideline is our religion. However, I'm not the kinda&amp;nbsp; person who straightly say, "because Islam say so," I'd prefer to talk with logic, so everyone can accept it. Like the case above, first of all, have faith that there is one God who created this world. No matter what religion you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever isn't normal, or whatever you don't want others to know is wrong. You should know right. Like, murder. It's wrong but it's really thrilling and satisfying. (:D) Would you murder the person you love? No right, because it's gonna hurt the person. Then why would we be the reason for them to do sins.. Only God knows what he's gonna do..&amp;nbsp; Not in this world,in hereafter. Hhhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today as a reminder&amp;nbsp; for myself. Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you!&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/14477601-4364294025007234597?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4364294025007234597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4364294025007234597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4364294025007234597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/mistake.html' title='Mistake.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2376792998509140579</id><published>2012-01-29T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:25:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSO2mkBCXt0/TySenT0aYsI/AAAAAAAAAys/kbk-B9Fu_NU/s1600/hjk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSO2mkBCXt0/TySenT0aYsI/AAAAAAAAAys/kbk-B9Fu_NU/s1600/hjk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good morning. I haven't woke up as refreshing as today. Woohoo. Stalk on my lil bro's FB. Saw some cute boy. If I was my bro's twin, I would've flirted with that boy. :3 If I tell his name, I'm sure he will take it seriously. We know each other from the first day of him schooling! Yeah, cause I was the prefect &amp;amp; I sorta have to show him around.. For orientation thing. So, that's the end of my love.. :D This is a total sudden so I don't really have any idea to make this story interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O HA YOOOOOOO UUUUUUU ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2376792998509140579?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2376792998509140579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2376792998509140579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2376792998509140579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/lucky-number.html' title='Lucky Number !'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSO2mkBCXt0/TySenT0aYsI/AAAAAAAAAys/kbk-B9Fu_NU/s72-c/hjk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1285585079933855835</id><published>2012-01-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:43:30.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Three entries with video in row. :3 I'm currently addicted in making this face. :3 Yeah, this face. :3 You may ask me to do this face :3 if you saw me in town. :3 I'm good at it. Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networking is very depressing so here I am loyal with the old way, blogging. People don't really look at blogging as old-fashioned anymore, nowadays though. But mine is. It's more to what I think, I don't bother about followers thing. I've seen some clueless blog with thousand of followers. Huh. What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to chase something. Something I'm not sure if they really sure what is it. Don't get what I mean? Read five times. Everybody wanna be on top of almost everything. Everything. Everything in this worlds seems like have its own measurement. Who ever has the highest, are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. What for? Who asked you to participate in this battle? Who was the selfish person who set up those measurement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looks at the quality. I love You. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1285585079933855835?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1285585079933855835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-tube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1285585079933855835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1285585079933855835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-tube.html' title='Blog blog.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1056558676714140571</id><published>2012-01-28T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:33:05.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garasi - Sahabat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvPXL0ByA8E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvPXL0ByA8E?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone who has gone is too bad. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1056558676714140571?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1056558676714140571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/garasi-sahabat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1056558676714140571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1056558676714140571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/garasi-sahabat.html' title='Garasi - Sahabat'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6004353733322998712</id><published>2012-01-28T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:30:48.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>娘の制服を着ちゃいました!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;(Thought of writing something in Japanese unfortunately Daddy's laptop can't type one. :/) Here's all the episodes I could get from Youtube. I'm currently addicted in Japanese TV Program. XD Not current, I have been for so long. If only Astro can play it. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIuHeLchjq4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIuHeLchjq4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qaoQBNjshw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qaoQBNjshw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhagAugoa30?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhagAugoa30?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6004353733322998712?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6004353733322998712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6004353733322998712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6004353733322998712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_28.html' title='娘の制服を着ちゃいました!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7996966513072456546</id><published>2012-01-27T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:33:10.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>青春!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm already addicted into this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5IpxRVngIg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5IpxRVngIg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7996966513072456546?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7996966513072456546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7996966513072456546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7996966513072456546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_27.html' title='青春!!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4629131130216720888</id><published>2012-01-27T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:52:04.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>No Title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDQRwzuLoS0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDQRwzuLoS0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been going back too much lately. I should look forward more. There's nothing much to focus on future right now. I'm just waiting for the result so I can plan my future. Though I've made some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what? I'm so confused. I don't know myself, how can others know me? Nobody should know and.. Do we need to know about somebody? To me, rather than knowing what kind of person is her/him, I'm more interested in knowing what would make them happy. Wee. :) I love it when people are happy! That makes me really happy. Please always be happy. Keep that smile on your face. Never fall, please. If you found someone better &amp;amp;&amp;amp; could make you a better person than what you are now, go! Get close to them! Seriously, I'm very open minded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4629131130216720888?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4629131130216720888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-title.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4629131130216720888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4629131130216720888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-title.html' title='No Title.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2633863510382136763</id><published>2012-01-27T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:03:42.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>"Sleep tight,"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;That was the phrase I learnt from Syafiq when i was in Standard Six. I was a total English dumb, I don't understand English at all on that time, so I looked up in a dictionary what "tight" means. At the bottom part of the meaning, there was an explanation on the meaning of the phrase of "sleep tight". Oh.. Now I know. We loved to sent good night SMS, like every night. Cute, huh? How I miss him!&amp;nbsp; He's staying literally around the corner of my house but I'm too shy to see him! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, that's the story of Syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Standard Six, the languages I had to learn was a total alien to me. Malay, English, and Arabic! My parents sent my brother and I to an Islamic private school. During my first day, there was a boy from Australia who has just came back to Malaysia too. At least he could speak in English, while I.. Tried hard to use the Malay words I have at most. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first English period at school, we are asked to write and essay for homework. So I turned to my friend beside me and asked, "Essay tu apa?,". That girl had quite a hard time to explain.. -____- and what's more, since it was MONDAY, I read it as "MONDAI". Which means, "question" in Japanese. Haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2633863510382136763?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2633863510382136763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleep-tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2633863510382136763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2633863510382136763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleep-tight.html' title='&quot;Sleep tight,&quot;'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-69613652299174352</id><published>2012-01-27T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:54:06.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>Braces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Had a nightmare last night. Or should I say this morning because if I'm not mistaken I dream of it after I've done my Subuh prayer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, i had dream where my brother is extracting my teeth. For real. I still remember, on the right side of the bottom of my tooth. I didn't want it, but my brother insist on doing it because I'm going to put on the braces. I was like, what the hell!? I haven't made up my mind yet and you have already extracted my tooth!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up (in my dream). Feel relieved that it was just a dream, when I got up I can feel that some part of my teeth is hollow! I'm dead. That was real. This is not a dream. Ahhhh. Fine, never mind. It's done anyway. Whether I want it or not, I will still have to. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up again. On a sofa. It was around 10.30. I immediately checked my mouth! My tooth was still there.. :D Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I haven't brushed my teeth anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood the difference of teeth, tooth, feet, foot, geese, goose. I know one of it are plural, singular, bla bla bla but I just never could undestand it. HAHA! I don't even remember days in English.. :3 I have to sing, Monday Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday come again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-69613652299174352?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/69613652299174352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/69613652299174352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/69613652299174352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces_27.html' title='Braces.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2936661550873235043</id><published>2012-01-26T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:57:56.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oyasumi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I wonder why, I wonder why, yesterday she talked about the blue blue sky, and all that I could see, is just a yellow lemon tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very random post. Just don't want the previous entries to be on top! Hahahahahah. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2936661550873235043?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2936661550873235043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/oyasumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2936661550873235043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2936661550873235043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/oyasumi.html' title='Oyasumi.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7569088634332927281</id><published>2012-01-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:54:18.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I really don't understand why don't I have your phone number, at least. You said I'm a normal friend you can ask how am I. You never did. How you're going to, right? I don't know, not really good at saying what I truly feel. My ideas, yes I'm good at it. I love to write. But I'm rather quiet when it comes to things like this. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7569088634332927281?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7569088634332927281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7569088634332927281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7569088634332927281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7531458182670180072</id><published>2012-01-26T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:50:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't I have your phone number?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe src="&amp;lt;a href=" embed="" height="315" mftjhq6tciy?rel="0&amp;quot;" width="420" www.youtube.com=""&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/MFtJhq6TCiY?rel=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my words. Thank you. Bye. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7531458182670180072?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7531458182670180072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-dont-i-have-your-phone-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7531458182670180072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7531458182670180072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-dont-i-have-your-phone-number.html' title='Why don&apos;t I have your phone number?'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4648163186100307698</id><published>2012-01-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:58:12.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEzrRZM2r9k/TyAmZXj0DuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/9cpuKxf-X6E/s1600/lipstick-collar-md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEzrRZM2r9k/TyAmZXj0DuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/9cpuKxf-X6E/s1600/lipstick-collar-md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeayyy second post on the same title!! How I love it. Okay, I've made up my mind. I will not going to do it. You see, it was only my brother who's been exaggerating on how URGENT it is for me to put on braces. He said all kind of things.. He's studying Dentistry &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he's my only elder brother, which innocent lil younger sister wouldn't believe? -____- He's been like my hero after daddyy. I believe everything he say. Even the most ridiculous thing. Like the kitchen wardrobe are made hard so we can cut vegetables on it. Or, that hole on retaining wall is for army to fire.. I totally believed it until I know what is it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had oral problems few years ago, it's kinda had healed after my brother has taught me on how to brush my teeth. The correct way. I must say &lt;i&gt;the correct way&lt;/i&gt; cause he can anytime teach me the wrong way.. And the problem has sorta gone. Really! After he finds out that I've been thinking of putting on braces, he pushed and pushed me like it is really urgent &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I really need to do it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked around to every member of my family, do I still have that problem?? No, you don't. Okay now I'm starting to having doubt.. So now that I've lost the only reason on whyI'm putting on braces, I've changed my mind. I'm not going to. I love my sexaaayyy lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muuuaaaaahhhhxxx..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4648163186100307698?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4648163186100307698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4648163186100307698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4648163186100307698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces_25.html' title='Braces.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEzrRZM2r9k/TyAmZXj0DuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/9cpuKxf-X6E/s72-c/lipstick-collar-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-3455517080087722504</id><published>2012-01-25T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:42:14.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so RUDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Around last two years, I've been very emotional even in my writing. -____- So embarrassing. I know I said something that make sense, but now I know that is totally not the way I supposed to say about something, what's more when it comes to criticism. I can now control the level of my sarcasm towards certain group of people. That now I understand not everyone can take my sarcasm easily. I can't just say what I want to. That is sooo rude!! Towards some people, who knows me really well, might not mind for what I say (though sometime they do..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I don't post very sarcasm comment on people who like to update toilet-ish status. Oh heyy I hate the word shit. I'd imagine of my cat's potty. I may seem quiet sometimes, that's because I'm thinking of the best way to talk to someone. You know. There are few people, very few people that I can say almost everything in my mind. Not everyone. Most are not. I've accepted it. I won't be selfish and ask everyone to "accept the way I am".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-3455517080087722504?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/3455517080087722504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-so-rude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3455517080087722504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3455517080087722504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-so-rude.html' title='I&apos;m so RUDE!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1895494326555982009</id><published>2012-01-24T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:29:12.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><title type='text'>Braces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ahhhh. I'm very determined &amp;amp; certain about the pain, and all. It's very okay with me. I personally that kind of person who takes a very good care of my teeth,&amp;nbsp; so I'm sure I won't have any problem with that. The thing is, I'm gonna have to extract four of my teeth. Four. I'm not scared or what, I just feel kinda lost. I'm gonna lose part of my body which has been with me for 18 years. A totally healthy teeth. I've never had any dental problems, I go on regular dental check-ups.. I've been watching lost of videos on wearing a braces, mostly from Asians, because I wanna know the change which might occur on my face and all. Since my lips are quite filled *hehehehe* I don't think I'll have that weird 1 cm lips like the Westerns do, after wearing braces. -_____- The earlier, the better. The appointment is on this Friday. Another three days. I have another three days to think about it. To think!? I've made up my mind, totally. I'm just gonna miss the teeth.. If it's gonna worth. It will, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, they say it's for beauty. I'm not. I'm putting on braces for health of my gums, my oral. That's all. If it were for beauty, I'm sure it's gonna pretty easy for them, cause "Beauty Knows Pain" is it? Uhhh. I'm not! I'm not crazy about beauty cause I'm beautiful just the way I am. Confidence? I'm made of confidence, pride. I'm totally confidence with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I'm closed with have been saying to me to just keep the teeth with me everywhere since I'm really gonna feel the lost. I'm sentimental. I've been using the word sentimental a lot these days because of this braces thing. I'm going to make a video diary IF I were to put on.. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1895494326555982009?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1895494326555982009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1895494326555982009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1895494326555982009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces.html' title='Braces.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-3787258212541379033</id><published>2012-01-24T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:12:12.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>Stranger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Is the people who looks strange. O.O Then everyone must be a stranger for Labu, because he looks at everyone in strange way. Yeah, like this. O.O Anyway Labu is my fat grey cat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recently I met someone. Not so stranger. I love everyone. What's more those people I used to know, even now I know as a different person. People I used to know somehow have the special place in my heart. *Awwwwwwwhhh* Even if they're gonna ignore me, I will still love them so&amp;nbsp; I'll just pray the best of them in here &amp;amp; hereafter. That's all. I'm a girl blessed with love. I'm made of love. Though I may be rude ALL THE TIME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not rude actually! I just wanna say what's in my mind and make it clear.. :/ I will never try to embarrass people or annoy people or those negative things.. What's for!? I never did such bad things except for only one person. I only THOUGHT of doing it, you know. I never did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I care, I truly mean it. It's only about you and I. Nothing matters. Whoever my friends are.. It's about you and I. I think it's not fair not to befriend somebody just because you have *that* one friend. I don't judge people. Everyone has their own special gift. Regardless those bad attitudes you have, I'm not even interested of knowing it. It's okay, that's your right to keep it secret. I won't make you say. I just wanna find good attitudes (?? Yucks.. This is totally not the word, but nvm) in you. In every people in this world. That's all. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my good friends should understand that. I, as a friend would never stop my *true* friend from doing something, or make a new friend.. I might be a little jealous but heyy! There are many good things behind it. If I really love my friends, I'll just pray to Allah after every time I pray for their well-being here &amp;amp; hereafter (okayy I'm repeating). If you're my true friends who really love me, please just pray for me. That's the happiest thing you could ever do to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to text people. Really. It's so hard to reach me. Sometimes I leave my phone for days under the pillow. -____- Nobody really sees this, come onnn it's just a text. At most it only cost 10 sen. But I do. With normal people, which I don't really care.. (Very harsh, huh?) I don't really keep in touch. Everyone thinks I'm nice maybe cause I'm just good at talking and I love to smile. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I love to listen. That's why.. :) Yeah, right. HAHAHAHA. I'm evil actually. back to the text part, it's a private conversation. Ofcourse I'm serious about it! Unlike in social networking, it's public. I won't be personal in FB, that's so lame. FB is FB. My life is my life. Nobody can see me in FB. I'm not there. It never affects my social life even if I stop on using FB, cause I don't really use it! I don't know how. I'm so dumb. I can't be saying "I love you" in public and truly mean it. That's so embarrassing!! That's why I won't be serious in FB, or whatever it is. It's public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really sad thing is, mostly, at the first month they're gonna like text me 24/7 and suddenly disappear just like that. Kids, that's so rude. I used to get annoyed by this but now I'm fine. I have to understand the fact that most people just wanna have fun. Hehe. When they get bored, they'll find someone else to bother! I know. They only get excited during the earlier of knowing somebody. Weee. :) I really hate this &amp;amp; sometimes it pisses me off and I start to ask tons of question like a &lt;i&gt;polis pencen&lt;/i&gt; (my father loves this word) and somehow I noticed that, if somebody really wanna know about me they won't mind me asking like stupid dog barking to the wall.. I'm not looking for answers, I'm just saying my thoughts! Really. For real. I don't want an answer. Most people will just get annoyed and never talk to me like the way they used to. Haha. I'm very pushy.. Especially when it comes to male. I'm so sorry but I have to or I'll get mad holding on what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might see, whoever follows my blog, I'm a very very very sentimental person. I only look like a heartless person because I like to be sarcastic and make that poker face. But I'm not that hard actually.. :P Though people come and go, I will still pray for them. When I see you, I'll give the warmest smile &amp;amp;&amp;amp; might even hug yooooouuuu.. Hehehe. :) It's veryyy okay to just leave and ignore me, cause I won't force people to do sth. Just know that, whenever you feel like the world is ignoring you, I will always be somewhere on Earth praying for the best of you all the time. Will that make you feel better? I suppose, cause it does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another writing from a teenager, huh? Yeah I know. I'm gonna write as how I see world regularly. I can see myself growing. Oh yes I've been writing since I was in Standard Five or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember what my English teacher had told me, if you wanna write a good essay, imagine about somebody and write about them, you won't run out of ideas. Hihi. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; no wonder my English essays will must have one character, not matter what kind of essay it is about! For sure I love essays on writing a story, no doubt! I write about everyone I'm kinda interested in so I can look back &amp;amp; remember later. I mean in this blog. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I treat people as nice as they treat me. Could be nicer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-3787258212541379033?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/3787258212541379033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/stranger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3787258212541379033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3787258212541379033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/stranger.html' title='Stranger.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7233850429437403553</id><published>2012-01-22T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:41:06.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>No Money No Talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RVuYAjVCpM/Txwq7Ft50yI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A9qpTM5cJwE/s1600/396630_2866698319660_1625861872_2432620_355653527_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RVuYAjVCpM/Txwq7Ft50yI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A9qpTM5cJwE/s1600/396630_2866698319660_1625861872_2432620_355653527_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not writing something that make sense lately. I don't have enough time. I think a lot, there must be something in my mind but I just didn't have the time to write. Any blogging device mustn't be with me on that time. You can't expect me to bring my phone (at least) to bath room, huh? Or to the kitchen.. Cleaning the cat's potty.. Cooking, mopping, you mention it. I've been busy doing part time job as full time house-daughter. It's the unmarried version of housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was camwhoring this evening and decided to only crop the part of my eyes. You're gonna have a night mare if you see my whole face. Too scary! :P You see? I have this alien big eyes which I myself don't suggest my eyes (huhh?) to use an eye liner. Just a thin line would go. Paired with my long lashes. If I put on eye liner &amp;amp; mascara, I'm gonna have gigantic frog eyes. O.O I know it's cute *hehehehhe* but I prefer myself to look normal. I don't wanna look old. Make up = old! Okay the world old is too much, "lady" i suppose. I don't wanna look like a lady, cause I'm a cute lil girl! And just telling, I have thin natural brown line around my eyes so it already makes my eyes look just perfect. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the helll I'm only talking about my eyes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some story of the day. We've been busy tidying up the house, as we all know we've just moved into new house nearby. I'm only free when I rest, during that time I'm all sweating and for sure I'm not gonna trouble myself turn on the laptop and all.. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I walked to food stall, had "big dinner", and bought some cheezy wedges at KFC. Now we're watching Ip Man 2 at TV3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7233850429437403553?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7233850429437403553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-money-no-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7233850429437403553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7233850429437403553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-money-no-talk.html' title='No Money No Talk.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RVuYAjVCpM/Txwq7Ft50yI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A9qpTM5cJwE/s72-c/396630_2866698319660_1625861872_2432620_355653527_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5716092492853912749</id><published>2012-01-20T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:22:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wi-fi is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7DDZQ3s09c/TxlJwI23vSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Fg8S4bLH1z0/s1600/IMG_7651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7DDZQ3s09c/TxlJwI23vSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Fg8S4bLH1z0/s320/IMG_7651.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeehaw!! Now I can lead my life to the fullest. LOL. Just kidding. So here's the first photo I'm uploading from here. My father took the day off today. Weeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway he looks a looooooot like Saki. -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5716092492853912749?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5716092492853912749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/wi-fi-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5716092492853912749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5716092492853912749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/wi-fi-is-back.html' title='Wi-fi is back!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7DDZQ3s09c/TxlJwI23vSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Fg8S4bLH1z0/s72-c/IMG_7651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8449272786506720509</id><published>2012-01-18T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:19:03.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG9Sou10N3s/Txlbkv-q_BI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4hqbJ0fDT2A/s1600/IMG_7706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG9Sou10N3s/Txlbkv-q_BI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4hqbJ0fDT2A/s320/IMG_7706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I haven't been home for so long.. -,- Just because I couldn't use the internet. LOL. That makes me feel like the busiest person ever. I'm such an exxagerate person. My birthday was awesome. Had Papa John as dinner, we celebrated over there. Cakes will be later on. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8449272786506720509?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8449272786506720509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8449272786506720509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8449272786506720509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG9Sou10N3s/Txlbkv-q_BI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4hqbJ0fDT2A/s72-c/IMG_7706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5779100865072614262</id><published>2012-01-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:23:45.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Here we go finally we have officially moved into our new house! Not that far anyway. I feel relieved now that ihave updated my blog! Hehe. using my phone anyway. Rly stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5779100865072614262?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5779100865072614262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5779100865072614262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5779100865072614262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8560520591068013311</id><published>2012-01-13T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:39:07.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't hang out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48ZdC0FtI90/TxAzdaaSpHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/zmTcxNMacR4/s1600/IMG_7617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48ZdC0FtI90/TxAzdaaSpHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/zmTcxNMacR4/s320/IMG_7617.JPG" width="320" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrNY_FL_5g8/TxAz1Q-wmeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0uxVTOfRecY/s1600/IMG_7597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrNY_FL_5g8/TxAz1Q-wmeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0uxVTOfRecY/s320/IMG_7597.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to notice that I don't really like to hang out. Loafing around. I prefer to stay in a family restaurant or some fast food reastaurant and talk like 5, 6 hours. That would be my perfect meeting ever. &amp;lt;3 Because I'm not hanging out to walk, to shop, to watch movies, no. I just wanna meet them, see them. Talk. That's all. I'm very out-dated, huh? I know. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I stayed at home to sorta looking after the people making the gates for our new home. Sooo, this dude was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8560520591068013311?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8560520591068013311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-hang-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8560520591068013311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8560520591068013311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-hang-out.html' title='I don&apos;t hang out.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-48ZdC0FtI90/TxAzdaaSpHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/zmTcxNMacR4/s72-c/IMG_7617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6877772467537102097</id><published>2012-01-11T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:27:32.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkawan dengan orang yang berbuat baik dengan kita, berkawan rapat dengan orang yang baik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Orang yang berbuat baik dengan kita &amp;amp; orang yang baik. Nampak tak ada perbezaan? Hari ni rasa nak post dalam Bahasa Melayu. Tak kisah kan? Ya, nanti saya buat versi Bahasa Inggeris. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita selalu tertipu dengan orang yang hanya berbuat baik dengan kita. Sedangkan fikiran rasional kita mampu berfikir, takkan ada orang nak berbuat baik tanpa apa-apa sebab? Layakkah kita menerima kebaikan seperti itu? Sedangkan kita pun tak sebaik itu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibuk mengejar orang yang kononnya berbaik dengan kita, kita lupakan orang yang baik. Orang yang baik tutur bahasanya, pergaulannya, dan sikapnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kita berkawan? Adakah semata-mata untuk mendapat suatu "ganjaran"? Hanya kerana orang baik tu tak seberapa menyerlah, kita abaikan dia. Yang bukan main gempak, peramah, kita kejar. Kagum. Mungkin kerana ada rasa dalam diri untuk menjadi seperti mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduk kat ceruk mana-mana, fikir balik. Kalau dia baik dengan semua orang, adakah dia seorang manusia yang akan membantu kita? Saya tak maksudkan jangan berkawan dengan orang ramah, cuma janganlah cepat sangat anggap yang awak tu seseorang yang istimewa( kawan baik, dsb) bagi diri dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka orang baik sebab mereka menjadikan saya seseorang yang lebih baik. Kalau berhenti kat sini macam apa je.. Macam nak cakap lagi, tapi. Tergantung kan? Tiba-tiba hilang aura menulis. Nak tengok Bella. Hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6877772467537102097?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6877772467537102097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/berkawan-dengan-orang-yang-berbuat-baik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6877772467537102097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6877772467537102097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/berkawan-dengan-orang-yang-berbuat-baik.html' title='Berkawan dengan orang yang berbuat baik dengan kita, berkawan rapat dengan orang yang baik.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-3280684476192659931</id><published>2012-01-05T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:22:35.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweeeeet tweeeeet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eF8vCs6B3aI/TwWj6xPy7yI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gFS8a29skIQ/s1600/greb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eF8vCs6B3aI/TwWj6xPy7yI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gFS8a29skIQ/s1600/greb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the number.. You know, I've created a new one. But heyy it's the SAAAAAAAME!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-3280684476192659931?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/3280684476192659931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/tweeeeet-tweeeeet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3280684476192659931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3280684476192659931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/tweeeeet-tweeeeet.html' title='Tweeeeet tweeeeet.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eF8vCs6B3aI/TwWj6xPy7yI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gFS8a29skIQ/s72-c/greb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6979064712962813039</id><published>2012-01-04T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:12:19.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>The Plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As everyone know I'm a very ambitious girl, of course I won't waste my time crawling on the ground like worm throughout the days right. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I hate being a normal teenager who works. (Werkkk. :P) I love abnormality. Ok, that sounds weird. Let me use the word "special" or "different" or "unique". Okkkayyyy stop. Therefore, my Plan A (which is the first plan) was to join&amp;nbsp;a class or course. Here's are some classes I've been thinking of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Japanese Class&lt;br /&gt;2. Sewing Class&lt;br /&gt;3. Music Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Japanese Class, unfortunately, I couldn't find any class suited with my ability. None. I should be the tutor. -,- But being a tutor was the Plan B so I postponed the Japanese Class. I'll just read my Japanese novels to boost my language ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, for Sewing Class. I've found the class, exactly like how I imagined at komples PKNS, so my plan is after we've completely moved into our new house, I'll be starting the class. Same goes with Music Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I don't really think I'll be working, although I wouldn't mind to. If I were to work, I will work at kindergarten or as a tutor at Mak Lang's house. There are few Secondary School students who like to revise over there.. Mak Lang has invited me, though. Mainly, I'm not going to work for money. Insya Allah, I still don't have any financial problem. I don't really want money yet. Paaaaaaapa's buying a new phone (iPhone 4S?? :D) so I'm waiting for the old phones to come to me. Mwehehe. Save much. Anyway back to the working, umm mainly I don't think I'll be working, instead I'll be "spending" my time with kids. That's the right word. You know how much I love to talk.. So I want to spend time talking to people who would listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6979064712962813039?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6979064712962813039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6979064712962813039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6979064712962813039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/plan.html' title='The Plan.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8799005264828945492</id><published>2012-01-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:00:40.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>Ponteng sekolah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hari ni merupakan hari pertama persekolahan, saya ponteng. Bukan secara adventur dengan meloloskan diri dari sekolah, menyusuri longkang, memanjat pagar dan sebagainya&amp;nbsp;justeru (penggunaan&amp;nbsp;aksara justeru adalah seerti dengan&amp;nbsp;penggunaan aksara "sebaliknya")&amp;nbsp;dengan bangganya secara terang-terangan. Bahkan, saya telah melalui hadapan sekolah sambil mengucup manja pipi adik saya. Lalu saya beredar bersama Maaaaaama. Maaaaaama sungguh baik hati. Tidak kisah anaknya ponteng! Apa daaa. Kan dah tak sekolah. Ooohh.. Alaa. Tak best dah la. Tak boleh nak ala-ala ponteng gitu. Sekejap lagi nak pulangkan buku teks. Tak pulangkan lagi dari tahun lepas. Dayah punya sekali, sebab Dayah tiada, menyertai perkhemahan. Lepas tu berjalan-jalan di SACC? Mwehehehe. Ponteng pergi SACC.. 500m jarak dari sekolah. Berani betul. Rasa janggallah jalan-jalan.. Tak pakai baju sekolah. Harap-harap takde polis ke, orang tua ke tahan.. Oi! Dah habis sekolah lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8799005264828945492?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8799005264828945492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/ponteng-sekolah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8799005264828945492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8799005264828945492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/ponteng-sekolah.html' title='Ponteng sekolah.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Shah Alam, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.090607 101.5295969</georss:point><georss:box>2.9637625 101.3716684 3.2174514999999997 101.6875254</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6609903470265562870</id><published>2012-01-03T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:45:05.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>Ikan Masak Volkano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hah!! Dengar nama pun dah mampu mengalirkan peluh sejuk kan? Belum makan lagi pun dah tahu betapa pedasnya masakan ciptaan saya pada hari ini melalui bau harumnya. Auhh. Jari ini pun sudah merasakan kepedihannya, terlebih guna cili barangkali. Pedih. Pertama kali pegang cili kering sampai pedih. Sebelum ni tak pula. Pengajaran hari ni, lapik tangan guna plastik ketika berurusan dengan cili kering. Tengah tunggu sejuk. Nasi baru masak, ditambah dengan kehangatan Ikan Masak Volkano, terus tumbuh mata ikan nanti kat lidah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6609903470265562870?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6609903470265562870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/ikan-masak-volkano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6609903470265562870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6609903470265562870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/ikan-masak-volkano.html' title='Ikan Masak Volkano'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7704711357630642655</id><published>2012-01-03T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:48:44.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>「君をのせて」天空の城ラピュタより</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ICUJV9SPhWo?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ああ～もう長い間聞いてない！&lt;br /&gt;何回聞いてもこりゃぁ良い曲だ。&lt;br /&gt;泣きたくなっちゃう；；&lt;br /&gt;この歌自体でも心が触られるような気がする、&lt;br /&gt;また色んな思い出も次々と頭の中であっちこっち走り回る、&lt;br /&gt;本当に泣き出しそうだ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7704711357630642655?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7704711357630642655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7704711357630642655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7704711357630642655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='「君をのせて」天空の城ラピュタより'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ICUJV9SPhWo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6286978052356846813</id><published>2011-12-31T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:21:41.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna sleep till next year !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AQAvh0hUzs/Tv8oc1C4RDI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5psG3lHWfbE/s1600/DSC08378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AQAvh0hUzs/Tv8oc1C4RDI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5psG3lHWfbE/s320/DSC08378.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muheeeeeeeee..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6286978052356846813?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6286978052356846813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-not-gonna-sleep-till-next-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6286978052356846813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6286978052356846813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-not-gonna-sleep-till-next-year.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna sleep till next year !!!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AQAvh0hUzs/Tv8oc1C4RDI/AAAAAAAAAxo/5psG3lHWfbE/s72-c/DSC08378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-123228270164741060</id><published>2011-12-31T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:36:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Ayiq nampak comment kakak kat budak mana entah. Kejam betul kakak,"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh mana ada. Kakak cakap benda betul kan?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-123228270164741060?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/123228270164741060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/123228270164741060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/123228270164741060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/3.html' title=':3'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7339023579463917422</id><published>2011-12-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:28:29.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Maafkan je la, memaafkan itu lebih baik."&lt;br /&gt; "Sedangkan Allah pun Maha Pengampun, apatah lagi kita hamba sesama hamba."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sebenarnya, memaafkan tidak menghalang kita untuk menuntut pembelaan, pembersihan nama dan sebagainya. Apatah lagi apabila maaf itu datang secara sukarela daripada pihak yang dianiaya dan tidak pula ada penyesalan dan mohon kemaafan daripada pihak yang menganiaya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Contohnya: Ada pencuri masuk ke rumah kita dan merompak. Kemudian membawa lari harta kita. Ya, kita boleh kata: "Saya maafkan dia." Tetapi apakah terhenti tugasan untuk menangkap pencuri tersebut? Tidak. Dia ada kemungkinan akan mencuri harta orang lain pula. Maka pada saya, adalah kewajiban untuk tetap diteruskan kerja-kerja menangkap pencuri tersebut, agar terhenti perbuatannya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jadi, bukanlah kita apabila meminta nama kita dibersihkan selepas dicerca, difitnah, merupakan satu tindakan 'tidak memberikan kemaafan', satu tanda 'ego', 'keras kepala', 'nak menang' dan segala bagai. Bukanlah juga apabila kita berkata: "Saya mahu si dia memohon maaf." menandakan kita tidak memaafkan dia. Itu hakikatnya adalah tindakan kita, tanggungjawab kita, untuk mengajar dan menyedarkan si pembuat onar itu akan kesilapan tindakannya. Agar, moga-moga, kitalah orang terakhir yang dia lakukan sedemikian rupa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tetapi jika kita diam.&lt;br /&gt; Tidak bertindak.&lt;br /&gt; "Biarlah. Aku sudah maafkan dia."&lt;br /&gt; Dia mungkin akan pergi dan melakukan onar kepada yang lain pula.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sekurang-kurangnya,&lt;br /&gt; itulah pegangan saya.&lt;br /&gt; Sebab saya kira,&lt;br /&gt; Allah SWT itu Maha Pengampun lagi Maha Pemaaf.&lt;br /&gt; Jadi, buat apa ada hukum untuk penjenayah?&lt;br /&gt; Saya kira, inilah dia hikmahNya.&lt;br /&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Dan untuk saya,&lt;br /&gt; sesiapa yang melihat, mendengar, perbuatan jahat ini dan mendiamkan pula, tidak pula memberikan teguran, tidak pula berusaha menyedarkan,&lt;br /&gt; itu adalah tanda persekongkolan mereka di dalam jenayah yang dilakukannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;- Hilal Asyraf. Thanks for putting it down in words. :)&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/14477601-7339023579463917422?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7339023579463917422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/maaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7339023579463917422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7339023579463917422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/maaf.html' title='Maaf?'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5010449501947963499</id><published>2011-12-26T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:52:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the Way You Lie Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I really love this one.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5Ba_9SbAu2k?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5010449501947963499?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5010449501947963499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-way-you-lie-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5010449501947963499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5010449501947963499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-way-you-lie-part-2.html' title='Love the Way You Lie Part 2'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5Ba_9SbAu2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-9086280246351025687</id><published>2011-12-26T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:32:30.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Tag (Google Translate = Tag Harga) - Encik Mimpi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Video kedua dari Encik Mimpi.. Adoiii.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N0mV4U3d7nc?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-9086280246351025687?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/9086280246351025687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/price-tag-google-translate-tag-harga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/9086280246351025687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/9086280246351025687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/price-tag-google-translate-tag-harga.html' title='Price Tag (Google Translate = Tag Harga) - Encik Mimpi'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N0mV4U3d7nc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4901294158913611234</id><published>2011-12-26T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:20:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahu Anda Di Sini (Wish You Were Here) - Encik Mimpi (Avril Lavigne)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The translation made me literally burst laughing!!! Lucu sangat. Hihihihi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vTYK6NqnfE0?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4901294158913611234?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4901294158913611234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/mahu-anda-di-sini-wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4901294158913611234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4901294158913611234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/mahu-anda-di-sini-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Mahu Anda Di Sini (Wish You Were Here) - Encik Mimpi (Avril Lavigne)'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vTYK6NqnfE0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5721411629817210843</id><published>2011-12-26T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:58:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Campaign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYVGIuMVlG4/TviLEOWCdOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fRYTerB3Jg8/s1600/grshsr.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYVGIuMVlG4/TviLEOWCdOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fRYTerB3Jg8/s1600/grshsr.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw this on Yahoo! Japan. LOL. Let me translate this for you. It means :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"iPhone for your family. Free iPhone for family campaign."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, Japan has been a little bit late for the trend of iPhone to be spread out. Well their technology is already there. But now iPhone is trending, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5721411629817210843?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5721411629817210843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/iphone-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5721411629817210843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5721411629817210843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/iphone-campaign.html' title='iPhone Campaign!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYVGIuMVlG4/TviLEOWCdOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/fRYTerB3Jg8/s72-c/grshsr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1037953557849404670</id><published>2011-12-24T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:23:18.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made this for ハジック！</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx8E9HXIwZs/TvXgRBSTY_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/K_sCn6LU9wg/s1600/Snapshot_20111224_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx8E9HXIwZs/TvXgRBSTY_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/K_sCn6LU9wg/s320/Snapshot_20111224_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/14477601-1037953557849404670?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1037953557849404670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/made-this-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1037953557849404670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1037953557849404670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/made-this-for.html' title='Made this for ハジック！'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx8E9HXIwZs/TvXgRBSTY_I/AAAAAAAAAxE/K_sCn6LU9wg/s72-c/Snapshot_20111224_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8964565214553403833</id><published>2011-12-24T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:05:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady with beautiful female voice &amp; sexxaayyy male voice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I didn't really bother about her ability, though but look at her confidence level.. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Fjmqv9sydE?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8964565214553403833?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8964565214553403833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/lady-with-beautiful-female-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8964565214553403833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8964565214553403833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/lady-with-beautiful-female-voice.html' title='Lady with beautiful female voice &amp; sexxaayyy male voice!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-Fjmqv9sydE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-624501627159022977</id><published>2011-12-24T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:08:22.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Seksi Aku Tahu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Err. Jangan salah faham. Ni cuma video. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3gc48Rj8SLQ?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-624501627159022977?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/624501627159022977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/aku-seksi-aku-tahu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/624501627159022977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/624501627159022977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/aku-seksi-aku-tahu.html' title='Aku Seksi Aku Tahu!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3gc48Rj8SLQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2098837796052635005</id><published>2011-12-23T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:48:35.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>Hero by Enrique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Rasa sayu pula mendengar lagu ni.. :') You know how serious I am when I start to speak in Malay. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3gAJWGYRHVU?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2098837796052635005?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2098837796052635005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/hero-by-enrique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2098837796052635005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2098837796052635005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/hero-by-enrique.html' title='Hero by Enrique'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3gAJWGYRHVU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1574895278702570191</id><published>2011-12-23T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:01:56.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I still remember when I was in Form 1, how big I thought 18 years old people are. Those who had just left the school and I saw them for co-operation Day, was it? Yes.. And the day during they give certificate for excellent students. They look so big to me. Somehow I saw them "acting" so big too. I guess most of my friends are now, too. Me? No way. I still feel really small. Not to say that I'm lack in confident, no. I myself sometimes get over-confident.. -,- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that, no matter how old you are, you still have to respect people around you : regardless their ages are. I have a 24 years old friend (hahh! I called you friend!) and he still can act silly around kids like us. Not only me, but even a 7 years old kid. Really.. It's proven I saw it myself. I love people like this you know. People who respects everyone. People who don't act so "old". Yeah, like they are so big.. I really hate those kind of people. If you think you're good enough to be respected, then why do you have to repeatedly mention about your age? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act so big lahhh! No matter how big you are, we're just the same in the eyes of Allah. Exactly. What differs is our attitude, our good deeds. That's all. Open up your mind. Kids are not that clever but not as stupid as adults think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1574895278702570191?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1574895278702570191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1574895278702570191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1574895278702570191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/18-years-old.html' title='18 years old.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6710892235116582865</id><published>2011-12-23T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:28:32.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>For those who think PMR is not important..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes, it isn't. Yes, with or without it, you still can sit for SPM or A-level, or whatever you wish for. But remember, sitting for it &amp;amp; getting a good result is two totally diferrent things. ;) If you say PMR is not important, what about those who work so hard!? Saying it isn't important doesn't make one feel any better.. :/ Because I know&amp;nbsp;a normal, majority students have worked so hard for their parents, country, and religion. No matter what your result is, that is what God has determined for you. It's okay not to be so clever like some of them, because we are all "clever" in our own way. God is fair. Your result is the best for you ; because that's a decision has been mde by God for you. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main topic, you don't understand how important for people who had to sit for PMR to get a good result. The only way to study in Pure Science is to get a good result in PMR because the class is limited and so we have to compete. Unlike going to a private school, you can just go. Okay? Even my brother didn't even sit for UPSR &amp;amp; PMR, still he's doing Dentistry in local university with scholarship. It is not important FOR PEOPLE WHO COULDN'T sit for the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it doesn't show our future, yes it's true. We may get a straight A in PMR but end up no A's in SPM, yes it MAY. Everything may occur in this world. We just do not know. It's all God's plan for us. Thus, we have to do the best in everything we do as long as we still have the chance. Everything is important as long as we're still on the track to somewhere we do not know, &amp;amp; all we know is we're on the track to somewhere. I even may die right after I finish writing this blog, just because of what MAY occur, do I have to lay on bed all the time? No, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, if you're planning on going to private college after this &amp;amp; inherit your family's wealth, it's okay not to score. But please stop saying getting a good result is not important. We all have worked so hard. Not matter what is the result, we all have. We have to work hard to get the scholarship as long as the chance is there. Unless it is written that a good result is not for us, only then we'll find another way. For now, we'll just pray to God to help us in getting a scholarship. We won't give up. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This satisfy me. I hope satisfy some of us too. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6710892235116582865?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6710892235116582865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-those-who-thinks-pmr-is-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6710892235116582865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6710892235116582865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-those-who-thinks-pmr-is-not.html' title='For those who think PMR is not important..'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8215134033600207379</id><published>2011-12-23T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:29:29.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>SAMT. Tengku Ampuan Jemaah, Shah Alam - PMR Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;9A- 62 students&lt;br /&gt;8A- 20 students &lt;br /&gt;7A-25 students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my Allah.. Alhamdulillah.&amp;nbsp;I got 9A's, though. Few years back.. -,- Nonetheless, I'd like to congratulate every PMR 2010 students, ESPECIALLY to SAMTTAJ students. You guys are the best! We are the best! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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/14477601-8215134033600207379?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8215134033600207379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/samt-tengku-ampuan-jemaah-shah-alam-pmr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8215134033600207379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8215134033600207379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/samt-tengku-ampuan-jemaah-shah-alam-pmr.html' title='SAMT. Tengku Ampuan Jemaah, Shah Alam - PMR Result'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8538390596520062197</id><published>2011-12-20T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:33:19.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestiiieeee II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Jika ingin tahu akhlak sebenar seseorang, lihatlah dia sewaktu dia sangat marah,&lt;br /&gt;Jika ingin melihat kehebatan akhlaknya lihatlah dia sewaktu berurusan dengan orang yang mencerca &amp;amp; membencinya,&lt;br /&gt;Jika ingin lihat keadilan mindanya dan kebaikan pola pemikirannya, lihatlah cara dia berbincang dengan pandangan berbeza dengannya. [Ustaz Zaharuddin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm posting about you for the second time today. Seriously, I'm not in love with you. But the first person I think of when I read this is YOU. When you are really angry (I know I've made you) you don't simply throw accusations or start to shout or slap or those people will usually do. At least they will raise up their voice. But you don't. I know you won't. Unless when people hurt me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with people who hate you, hmm. :) You should be given a trophy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhaaa.. And the last point, I'm so embarrassed and ashamed but you've always been the one who will give in when I argue. :P I really love to argue with people, more to pick up a fight actually. -,- It's really a bad habit but I only act that way with the people I'm close with which I can count using my fingers. My family, YOU, and Dayah. I really don't understand how come you can give up just like that?? You don't get emotional or mad, instead you laugh!! My attitude somehow entertains you. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sometimes it's rude when I'm deadly serious &amp;amp; emotional and you suddenly laugh. Bet never mind though, I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friends forever, please? Ohhhohohohoh I feel really like a teenager now, posting about friends!! Let's enjoy this before our teen phase ends and people will laugh at us posting like this!&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/14477601-8538390596520062197?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8538390596520062197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-bestiiieeee-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8538390596520062197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8538390596520062197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-bestiiieeee-ii.html' title='My Bestiiieeee II'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4216717137585488751</id><published>2011-12-20T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:21:26.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudung Bawal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyVv3AzMp8w/TvCm0NuCS3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ksOlC1PyioU/s1600/tudung-bawal-crystal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyVv3AzMp8w/TvCm0NuCS3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ksOlC1PyioU/s320/tudung-bawal-crystal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah tudung bawal. Nak tahu tak? (Dah baca, mesti la nak, kan? Tu pun nak tanya) Saya tak pandai pakai tudung bawal. Betul. Sempat pakai setahun, dua tahun je. Sejak berkenalan dengan tudung indonesia *ehem* masa awal2 lagi tu. Masa semua orang gelak bila tengok orang pakai tudung ada keras kat depan tu, saya dah pakai dah. Sebab rasa takut sangat nak pakai. Lagi-lagi bila nak cucuk pin kat leher, kat bahu, dan lain-lain bahagian. Takut sangat. Rasa macam nak tertusuk. :S Disebabkan muka saya pun comel, takde la sangat orang nak gelakkan saya, saya pun pakailah. Sejak tu, beberapa helain tudung bawal yang ada sudah saya kuburkan. Lagipun tudung bawal ni tak labuh sangat, tak tutup bahagian yang patut. Jarang pula. Memang ada yang bidang 60 semua tu, tapi masih jarang bagi saya.&amp;nbsp; Nanti nampak leher..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4216717137585488751?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4216717137585488751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/tudung-bawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4216717137585488751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4216717137585488751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/tudung-bawal.html' title='Tudung Bawal.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyVv3AzMp8w/TvCm0NuCS3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ksOlC1PyioU/s72-c/tudung-bawal-crystal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4035815286575655506</id><published>2011-12-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:09:14.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>I love yooooouuuuu bestieee! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;A cover on Carta Hati by Najwa Latiff with my brother! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="224" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150472502378431" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150472502378431" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"   allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay I don't mind not having thousands of friends like you, as long as I'm your only the BEST and you're my only the BEST too! Well um, I'm still young, that's why I still don't have much friends, but keep my word. Even if I became famous and have millions of friends, you'll always be my only the BEST. I adore how much you're good at being yourself. You don't care about trends, and so do I. No matter how fat (I saw the photo super imposed by your friends) you are you WILL still have that calm face, funny actually to me. It makes me laugh. Hee! I wanna laugh at your face forever. I've made your face of old versions and it makes me want to laugh even more. I think my teeth are going to fall off because of laughing too much with you. The way you&amp;nbsp; say everything is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, you're too much of a positive thinker!! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you always think nice towards anything. Almost anything, except that one THING. Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. B-) Unlike me, who almost criticize on everything I see,&amp;nbsp; heard, or feel. I just don't trust words easily. I always feel like there's a hidden meanings. What I love about this is, you don't mind how much I make fun of you. You know I'm a baby who talks without her brain and just ignore what I say. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be so funny!? I hate you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4035815286575655506?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4035815286575655506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-yooooouuuuu-bestieee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4035815286575655506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4035815286575655506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-yooooouuuuu-bestieee.html' title='I love yooooouuuuu bestieee! :)'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7195063800810879401</id><published>2011-12-18T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:04:32.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe embed="" height="315" se-mwll8uhg?rel="0&amp;quot;" src="&amp;lt;a href=" width="560" www.youtube.com=""&gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/SE-MwLL8uhg?rel=0&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7195063800810879401?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7195063800810879401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpwww_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7195063800810879401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7195063800810879401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpwww_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1076890553294266720</id><published>2011-12-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:41:16.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>I cooked for dinner todayy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Weehawww..! Yeah, I cooked two meals. Fried fish &amp;amp; salad. LOL. Frying fish is very difficult okay! I'd rather cook something else like Asam Pedas or kari because the oil will jump and fly everywhere unexpectedly. Ouchhh. How am I going to prepare myself for the sudden attack!? I'm injured!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1076890553294266720?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1076890553294266720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cooked-for-dinner-todayy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1076890553294266720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1076890553294266720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cooked-for-dinner-todayy.html' title='I cooked for dinner todayy!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8699720773085743583</id><published>2011-12-17T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:41:16.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>Haziq.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Since he was shorter than me, and now he is way taller than me, I still brush his teeth. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8699720773085743583?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8699720773085743583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/haziq.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8699720773085743583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8699720773085743583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/haziq.html' title='Haziq.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1395752537464636956</id><published>2011-12-17T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:41:16.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DaysAfterSchool'/><title type='text'>MI4 : The Ghost Protocol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;That was the first movie I watched after the SPM. Weee. My family and I watched at Subang Parade, MBO. That newwww building beside Subang Parade. Noticed one? Hee. The movie started at 9.30 PM. We were there at 9 o' clock, father left my brothers and I first to buy the ticket. It was RM 11 per person. Waowww. So expensive! Since I'm not a movie-watcher (?) it's a bit alien to me and I was wondering how come there are a lot people who love to watch movies.. Werk. :P We can a buy a set of Prosperity burger at McD you know.. Never mind. And guess what. Since it has been opened recently, we have been told on the spot that cards can't be used. Damn. We gotta use cash. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Parents are not here. O.O Abang had like RM 2, Haziq had RM 50, I had RM 150. Want it or not, we had to use my RM 100. Gah! After buying all the pop corns, it's around RM 14 per head, huh? Waowww.. We can have a big dinner then. Not that big, bu still. I'm a food-craze. Who's with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh done with talking (as usual), I think I should write a bit review on the movie. As usual, the hero is Tom Cruise. Hmmm. I don't know, I never liked those human movies. I love cartoon more. More fun! Cause we can actually predict what't going to happe next in these kind of action movies. Of course the heroes will survive, right? They worked so hard to complete the movie, and this is what I say.. :P I think Imma watch Pussy in Boots, next. But not at the cinema. Unless there's someone want to treat me.. Hihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1395752537464636956?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1395752537464636956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/mi4-ghost-protocol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1395752537464636956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1395752537464636956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/mi4-ghost-protocol.html' title='MI4 : The Ghost Protocol'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1508999022613202665</id><published>2011-12-16T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:05:19.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We need something to hold on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Don't ask me to Whom should we. I've been thinking, you know. What I should be doing actually. At first, yes I thought of doing all good deeds as a Muslim. But then I start to think back. What about those sins I have done? Mistakes I've done yesterday haven't been forgave by Him, and now I'm increasing it day by day. So, resolution for now, (I won't wait for next year) I want to stop doing anything He forbids us to do, little by little. It's quality, not quantity. Hopefully I can.&lt;br /&gt;To people out there, give yourself a chance to change! Believe in yourself. I always say to myself in everything I do, that, it is never too late as long as the Time is not yet. So, it's okay to try if it's&amp;nbsp;a good thing. Just goooooooo..!! If you fall again and forgot whatever you said you wanted to do, okay, just do again what you wanted to do before. The main thing is, just do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1508999022613202665?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1508999022613202665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-need-something-to-hold-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1508999022613202665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1508999022613202665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-need-something-to-hold-on.html' title='We need something to hold on.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5965750142933062686</id><published>2011-12-16T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:58:54.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality, not Quantitiy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;While I was reading a book entitled "Batu-Bata Kehidupan" written by &lt;a href="http://langitilahi.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hilal Asyraf&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;one of his point really caught me and I know next time I log in to Blogger, I'm going to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He Who created Death and Life, that He my try which of you is&lt;strong&gt; best in deed &lt;/strong&gt;: and He is the Exalted in Might, Oft-Forgiving," Al Mulk, 2 : 67.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In easier words, "He Who created Death and Life, to test among you, who is&lt;strong&gt; the best&lt;/strong&gt; in deeds they do : and He is the Almighty and Forgiving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often try to do as much deeds that we can. Do&amp;nbsp;20 rakaat for Tarawikh prayers, and whoever do more, is better. People who donate 100 $ is better than those who donate 10 $. We tend to count, count, and count. But is it what Allah asks us to do? If so, why didn't He use the word "&lt;strong&gt;who is more in deeds&lt;/strong&gt;" instead of&amp;nbsp; "&lt;strong&gt;best in deed&lt;/strong&gt;"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Holy Al-Quran as fast as a bullet train, forgetting all the tajwid, just to finish it as soon as possible. Why are we racing? Isn't it better to read slowly, never mind if 1 verse for a day, but we can let others check our reading, and try to comprehend the hidden meaning of each word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if you still can't fast ever Monday &amp;amp; Thursday, or do solat sunat every night. First of all, let's focus on our prayers 5 times a day. Read Al-Fatihah carefully, don't rush. Spend the most meaningful 5 minutes for Allah, leave everything in this world. 5 times 5 is 25. We only need to leave this world for only 25 minutes, jst to prepare ourselves for the Dayafter. Perform that 5 prayers as soon as possible, what's more during this longggg holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5965750142933062686?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5965750142933062686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/quality-not-quantitiy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5965750142933062686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5965750142933062686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/quality-not-quantitiy.html' title='Quality, not Quantitiy.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7030947230626919302</id><published>2011-12-16T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:21:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kK8kbIZpwGg/Tuomn5CPu8I/AAAAAAAAAww/UXv9e0g2SCI/s1600/155150_1613423508573_1625861872_1352425_1556775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kK8kbIZpwGg/Tuomn5CPu8I/AAAAAAAAAww/UXv9e0g2SCI/s400/155150_1613423508573_1625861872_1352425_1556775_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;br /&gt;So &amp;nbsp;I made this photo.. LOL. Whhhahaaaaattttttt..!!?? &amp;lt;(") I got this ring last year from a very goof friend of mine. How time flies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P/S. I wanted to write  "good friend" of mine but it turned out to be "goof friend" of mine. LOL. But, never mind. You are goofyyy. :P -Updated on 16 Dec 2011-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/14477601-7030947230626919302?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7030947230626919302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7030947230626919302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7030947230626919302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kK8kbIZpwGg/Tuomn5CPu8I/AAAAAAAAAww/UXv9e0g2SCI/s72-c/155150_1613423508573_1625861872_1352425_1556775_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7089172107816377155</id><published>2011-12-14T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:13:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie Goulding - Your Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe src="&amp;lt;a href=" d9afmvml9qe?rel="0&amp;quot;" embed="" height="315" width="560" www.youtube.com=""&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/D9AFMVMl9qE?rel=0&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more for chords. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capo 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit funny&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; this feeling in - side&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G/F#&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not one of those who can&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; easily hide&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't have much money&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but, boy if I did&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;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a big house where&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we both could live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So excuse me for – getting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but, these things I do&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G/F#&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You see I've for - gotten if they're&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway the thing is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; what I really mean&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;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; this is your song&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It may be quite&amp;nbsp; simple but&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope you don't mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If I was a sculptor,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but then again no&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G/F#&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or a man who makes potions in a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; traveling show&lt;br /&gt;Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know it's not much but it's the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; best I can do&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;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D&lt;br /&gt;My gift is my song and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; this one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell everybody&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; this is your song&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It may be quite&amp;nbsp; simple but&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope you don't mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; C&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; G&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is now you're in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7089172107816377155?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7089172107816377155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7089172107816377155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7089172107816377155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/httpwww.html' title='Ellie Goulding - Your Song'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4013064755738359134</id><published>2011-12-13T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:14:28.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>It has done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know this is lame, since everyone has been posting about this like few weeks ago, I'm only posting this now. However, I don't feel as satisfying as after answering the Biology paper, which is the last paper for core subjects weeks. My head feel heavy. Memorizing too much. -,- Really hope, at least I could get an A for Pendidikan Al-Quran &amp;amp; As-Sunnah. Shall we sleep now?&amp;nbsp; Ya Allah, my post with the Labels School will not increase as rapid as before from today, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to return the book from Skim Pinjaman Buku&amp;nbsp; Teks tomorrow. Why didn't I do it today.. Now I have to go to school back tomorrow, never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4013064755738359134?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4013064755738359134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-has-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4013064755738359134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4013064755738359134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-has-done.html' title='It has done.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4983329266650692358</id><published>2011-12-11T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:21:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just do whatever you one, except one thing - bother his life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sign in your email, stop and stare for awhile, and log out again. It's easy to say what has passed, is passed. Let bygones be bygones. Very easy. Even a 3 years old kid can say. What about ummm a mistakes towards somebody which you see, how should I say. Let me give you an example. There's a kitty who has died because your neighbour has been hitting them for so long. How would you feel? Angry for like, forever right? What's more when the neighbour just threw the kitty on the road - just like that. They didn't even bother to bury the body. Can you just say to your neighbour, "it's okay. Let bygones be bygones. It's all has passed,". I can't. What he did towards that small girl, around the age of 13-14 is totally unacceptable. Although it may has occured by the willingness of the small girl, still he, a grown up, an adult, should know what is the right thing to do. Leaving her just like that, like the kitty is totally unacceptable. I cannot accept it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4983329266650692358?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4983329266650692358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-do-whatever-you-one-except-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4983329266650692358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4983329266650692358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-do-whatever-you-one-except-one.html' title='&quot;Just do whatever you one, except one thing - bother his life&quot;'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-5188294059670028897</id><published>2011-12-10T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:21:05.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islamic'/><title type='text'>"My craze towards those cute owl necklace." - It's haram.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-u_d3VSHY4/TuLpl0jQIoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/snqO0GEeA-M/s1600/Sale_Vintage_Owl_Necklace2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-u_d3VSHY4/TuLpl0jQIoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/snqO0GEeA-M/s320/Sale_Vintage_Owl_Necklace2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone? Raise up your hand. I know at least 4 out of 10 of us have at least one of it. I have been discovering my new habit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there's something addictive, like songs, cartoon, or those fashion - I will start to wonder. Curious to know. Why? There's no really interesting thing about it, but everyone in this world is crazy towards it. What the hell is this!? Songs, I think you guys already know, I don't think I have to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about this new trending - Owl necklace. :) I found the answer from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://haiyumhaffiz.blogspot.com/2011/12/rantai-burung-hantu-haram.html?m=1" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Undoubtedly, as I suspected, it has something to do with Freemason stuffs. I don't know about you guys, but for me, if I found something which addicts me, I will stop myself from "seeing" that thing again. Why? Because I can feel myself, somehow, slowly forgetting Allah, even a second. &amp;amp; it's my stand too, to never addict on something just because of the trend. It's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for sure, since I'm not a Freemason-craze, who talks about it 24/7, just get with this stand :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah prohibits(haram) us from using any form of art, like drawing, or a statue, of a LIVING THING. In case you don't know, yes, it is. But I'm sure you guys know right? About Malaikat won't enter any house with those things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's no harm in stop using such necklace, isn't it? You won't get uglier, or people won't stop talking to you just because you don't wear those, right? You are beautiful just the way you are. It doesn't matter about your intention (niat) is just for fun, cut it off. God doesn't like it and you say it is just for fun? What if, your mother doesn't like you to stay online 24/7 but you don't wanna listen to her and say, "I'm not doing anything, I'm just chatting with my friend!," yeah you're not visiting any porn movies etc, but hey, your mother doesn't like it. Just stop it. She know what's the best for you. What's more if Allah? Our Creator. He knows everything about us.&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/-Kv3QGCrZCiw/TuLrO5OxYyI/AAAAAAAAAwo/__Roipl_EzU/s1600/OWL_FOR_CARTEL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv3QGCrZCiw/TuLrO5OxYyI/AAAAAAAAAwo/__Roipl_EzU/s1600/OWL_FOR_CARTEL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm worried about is, when the End of the Day, where kiamat occurs, since we're all attached with the owl symbol, I'm afraid most of us will tend to "follow" to those, you know - organisations. For example, most of the super heroes are from Jews, with black hair and all. Why? Because Dajjal will appear among the Jews. Since as we know, nobody can deny it, everyone in this world seems to love Jews so much. We want a blue eyes, sharp nose, fair skin. Everything about them is so good. English. Everything about them is sooooooo good, while everything about Islam is so bad! Out-dated, old fashioned, Islam is &amp;nbsp;all about that. Arabic is funny language. What the? I love writing these things in English, at least they know how much I hate &amp;amp; loathe them, who looks down on &amp;nbsp;Islam! If I talk in Malay, or Arabic, nobody will read right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-5188294059670028897?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/5188294059670028897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-craze-towards-those-cute-owl.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5188294059670028897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/5188294059670028897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-craze-towards-those-cute-owl.html' title='&quot;My craze towards those cute owl necklace.&quot; - It&apos;s haram.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-u_d3VSHY4/TuLpl0jQIoI/AAAAAAAAAwg/snqO0GEeA-M/s72-c/Sale_Vintage_Owl_Necklace2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4195672232471094860</id><published>2011-12-09T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:12:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm sorry. I barely posts on my blog about my personal life *huahuahuahuahua* and you should know how sorry I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe bt42hh6lce8?rel="0&amp;quot;" embed="" height="315" src="&amp;lt;a href=" width="420" www.youtube.com=""&gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/bt42hh6lce8?rel=0&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&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/14477601-4195672232471094860?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4195672232471094860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-lied-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4195672232471094860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4195672232471094860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-lied-today.html' title='I lied today.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-253767303374305730</id><published>2011-12-09T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:08:55.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><title type='text'>Me? Good at talking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Nahhh, not at all. Neither good in English. Hhhhmmm. :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am, thank you, I'm thankful for that. But.. If I write something, especially when it comes to my opinion, what I feel towards it, I really meant it deeply from my heart. Really. I don't exagerate, and I always remind myself to respect others' opinion, because as much as I want to tell my opinion, that's how much others' want to tell their opinion too. Although I tend to get emotional and *rather* egoish, please remind me. Fuuhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my language, I know I've been using English too much lately in writing my blog, in almost all the things written actually. This is because I prefer to talk in Malay, because I don't really like English. Anything to do with British, I don't like it. Hihihihihi. I'm very patriotic, you know. However, I admit the importance of English these days. I won't go far if I don't tolerat with the world and keep on my ego and use Malay in every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't call me a "bajet", that's what Malay says. I'm not trying to show off. Never. What for? Do I get mone for that? No, right? I have friends from all over the world. We can't deny the fact that English is the lingua france of this century, right? That's why I'm going to be real good in this easy *giggle* language, and take over the world with ARABIC! B-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-253767303374305730?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/253767303374305730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-good-at-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/253767303374305730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/253767303374305730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-good-at-talking.html' title='Me? Good at talking?'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-3671659345382644037</id><published>2011-12-07T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:56:23.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laugh Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is really funny, I must tell you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe embed="" height="315" src="&amp;lt;a href=" tf4jtd61xco?rel="0&amp;quot;" width="420" www.youtube.com=""&gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/tF4JTd61xco?rel=0&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-3671659345382644037?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/3671659345382644037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/laugh-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3671659345382644037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/3671659345382644037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/laugh-song.html' title='The Laugh Song'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-273300641791022374</id><published>2011-12-06T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:22:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean guy who confesses his love to Malay girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Looks like I'm going to practice on how to dance in the club. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9voXY2nJIaA?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-273300641791022374?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/273300641791022374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/korean-guy-who-confesses-his-love-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/273300641791022374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/273300641791022374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/korean-guy-who-confesses-his-love-to.html' title='Korean guy who confesses his love to Malay girl.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9voXY2nJIaA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2310028496161307014</id><published>2011-12-04T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:18:45.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Simple. Never repeat your mistakes. If it is still difficult, never stop whatever you have changed in your life. For example, you don't go out with other gender alone, then never do it again. Never. Never repeat your mistakes, what's more when it is related with Allah's law. I'm not that good either, I'm terrible, that's why it is very hard for me to memorize, but at least I have that ego as a barrier to me from repeating any of my HUGE mistakes that I have stopped doing. Good luck. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2310028496161307014?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2310028496161307014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-make-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2310028496161307014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2310028496161307014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-make-change.html' title='How to make a change?'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8649925729309919126</id><published>2011-12-04T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:50:20.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>It's not a trash..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You see I won't put any sad emoticons in this post&amp;nbsp; (not even an example!) because I am NOT at all. It's not a trash.. Just say whatever you want, I do whatever I wanna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-8649925729309919126?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8649925729309919126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-not-trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8649925729309919126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8649925729309919126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-not-trash.html' title='It&apos;s not a trash..'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6930242296525463283</id><published>2011-12-02T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:23:07.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Penakut by Yuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Guess what?&amp;nbsp;I am definitely certain that this is the second time I'm posting this. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe elehqqrp9a4?rel="0&amp;quot;" embed="" height="315" src="&amp;lt;a href=" width="560" www.youtube.com=""&gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/ELEhqQRp9a4?rel=0&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read More for lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak semua kau rancang akan berlaku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin nasib tak menyebelahi aku&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa engkau yang aku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin lebih baik kau ku lepas saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Ini tidak adil tidak adil baginya&lt;br /&gt;Ini tidak adil tidak adil bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Ini tidak adil&lt;br /&gt;Untuk engkau bertanya jika ku mencintaimu juga&lt;br /&gt;Tidak adil tidak adil baginya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak pernah cuba memahami aku&lt;br /&gt;Cinta kau ucap tak pernah engkau tunjuk&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila tiba saat ku kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;Beban yang tak pernah cuba kau ringankan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulang Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku memang penakut&lt;br /&gt;Mengakui cinta kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Seribu kali ku cuba ucapkan&lt;br /&gt;Bila bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Kau bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;Dan engkau pun tahu&lt;br /&gt;Kau﻿ bukan milikku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6930242296525463283?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6930242296525463283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/penakut-by-yuna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6930242296525463283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6930242296525463283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/penakut-by-yuna.html' title='Penakut by Yuna'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-9203296434169168356</id><published>2011-12-01T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:17:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahhahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-9203296434169168356?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/9203296434169168356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/9203296434169168356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/9203296434169168356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahahahaha.html' title='Hahahahaha'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7612522333811200611</id><published>2011-12-01T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:18:01.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more burden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Today I don't feel like doin anything,"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played this song literally in my mind right after I've done answering the Paper 3 for Biology.&amp;nbsp;:D From&amp;nbsp;the time I've answered the Paper 1, I can feel the burden in my head is slowly&amp;nbsp;getting lighter as time goes by, what's more right after I've done answering the Paper 2! Ahhh.. What a relieve!&amp;nbsp;For me, this examinatios was very unpredictable, as what I thought would gonna be difficult, was rather answer-able, and what I thought I may put less effort, went quite tough. However, I managed to do it well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have already done it, I won't look back. ;) I'm very satisfied, despite the fact for Chemistry. Hee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7612522333811200611?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7612522333811200611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-more-burden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7612522333811200611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7612522333811200611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-more-burden.html' title='No more burden!'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4762351976693865975</id><published>2011-11-28T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:20:14.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>2 + 2 = 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This morning was the last class ever with a teacher. Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, I'll be finishing my exam oriented "SPM". Eh. I still have another two papers left, Bahasa Arab Tinggi &amp;amp; Pendidikan Al-Quran dan As-Sunnah. Both are my favourite, and I learn them to live. Really. That's why I'm so glad that it's position in the time table is rather last. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm studying Chemistry, Periodic Table of Elemen, on Group 17, specifically. I'm rather anxious actually. For the rest of my life, I've never answered those subjects' exam "well". How I should I say. I can answer, but I still don't feel satisfied for my answers! That's why, tomorrow, I really really hope that I can satisfy myself, so that the myself when first time being introduced to Chemistry by Cikgu Zainab, won't dissapoint of the future me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've decided to teach Add Math &amp;amp; Science subjects with Mak LAng in front of my house. Hehe. Besides I can occupy my time doing benefcial things, I can make sure that I won't forget what I've learnt for 17 years! I'm so happy. My life is so blessed, Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4762351976693865975?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4762351976693865975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-2-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4762351976693865975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4762351976693865975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-2-4.html' title='2 + 2 = 4'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-2430587902984682550</id><published>2011-11-27T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:54:06.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Zahiril Adzim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.kizgarden.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.kizgarden.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;thank yooouuu. :D I know right this is kind of yucky, but heyyy who cares! Once I've finished my exam, I'm going to read tons of lovel novels!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayang betul dia kat aku. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku buat salah teruk, dia menangis satu malam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dan kemudian esok pagi, dia jumpa aku, dia tersenyum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kesalahan aku memang tak layak untuk terima senyuman itu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apakah memang ada manusia yang murni macam ni?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak marah, tapi dia nak ketawa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak pukul, tapi dia nak ketawa lagi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak tunjal kepala aku, tapi dia takut kepala aku sakit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak lepaskan kemarahan dia, tapi dia takut aku terasa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak merajuk, tapi dia nak berbual dengan aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak paling muka, tapi dia nak tengok muka aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak menangis, tapi dia tak nak bersedih masa tu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia nak maafkan aku sebab dia nak terus sayang aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata aku bodoh, aku kata, memang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata aku tak fikir, aku kata, tu lar pasal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata aku tak guna otak, aku kata itu betul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata aku bangang, aku kata paling bangang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata aku jahat, aku kata takda niat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata aku takut bila buat salah, aku kata takut gila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata dah agak dah, aku kagum dengan firasat dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia dah tak tau nak kata apa, aku kata,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jangan kata apa, pukul je.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia dah tak nak pukul, aku kata maaf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia tanya dah makan? Aku kata nak makan sama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia kata jom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku kata dalam hati..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tuhan, kalau betul dia jodoh, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;biar aku lawan untuk jodoh ini!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bogel Menuju Tuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-2430587902984682550?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/2430587902984682550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/by-zahiril-adzim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2430587902984682550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/2430587902984682550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/by-zahiril-adzim.html' title='By Zahiril Adzim'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-331560329479946864</id><published>2011-11-27T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:42:58.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astaghfirullah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What kind of shit I've been posting these few days!? They were totally about the weakness of human. A typical habit of a human. :( You are a human, I am a human, but I am a Muslim. I am a person with heart. I shouldn't treat my feeling like an animal. They do anything without thinking. Without using their 'akal'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you are upset towards somebody, never ever ever let the anger overcome your intelligent. Anger is nothing but a devil. A fire. It will continue burning unless there's any factor which will stop the fire. When somebody is in anger, they won't be able to think wisely and there you go. The devil will start to whisper to our heart, to do something stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry ya Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-331560329479946864?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/331560329479946864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/astaghfirullah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/331560329479946864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/331560329479946864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/astaghfirullah.html' title='Astaghfirullah.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-8351766568301038095</id><published>2011-11-26T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:32:50.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me at home is the cutest !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJOvWVEmjQw/TtBPiq8AclI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BCWQ6ilW0MA/s1600/302306_194871323922957_125693897507367_440226_906559422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJOvWVEmjQw/TtBPiq8AclI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BCWQ6ilW0MA/s1600/302306_194871323922957_125693897507367_440226_906559422_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/14477601-8351766568301038095?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/8351766568301038095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-at-home-is-cutest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8351766568301038095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/8351766568301038095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-at-home-is-cutest.html' title='Me at home is the cutest !'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJOvWVEmjQw/TtBPiq8AclI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BCWQ6ilW0MA/s72-c/302306_194871323922957_125693897507367_440226_906559422_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7205765822237104359</id><published>2011-11-25T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:06:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is upset towards you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You will have two options :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Face them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Act as if nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, someone who will get upset because of us are definitely NOT someone "out there" right? How can a stranger can suddenly get upset to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the helllllll am&amp;nbsp;I writing this!? All I want to say is, I wanna kick at your butt, smash your head till your eye balls come out, and cut you into pieces! Just kidding. *seriousface*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7205765822237104359?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7205765822237104359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-is-upset-towards-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7205765822237104359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7205765822237104359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-is-upset-towards-you.html' title='Someone is upset towards you.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-4245592913140424096</id><published>2011-11-25T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:56:15.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>I want it back !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ID1hYZwBcHk?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like taking back everything I gave from people who don't appreciate it. &amp;nbsp;If only they appreciate, if only they know how much that present values, not for the price, they won't act this way. Why are people nowadays so realistic? Materialistic? Even a friend, who is human, they think of them as a "thing".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Oh, she's not going to talk to me anymore. She's busy, I should find new friend and just leave her. She's not going to stay anyway,".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human is not a "thing". Human is not "something". Human is human. Human and things are totally two different things! Stop being such a materialistic if you want a good friend. Who would want to keep you anyway if even you are treating people like a toy? You might say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"no I treat my friends very nice. I call her everyday. I give her a lot of things. I introduced her to my mum,".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of treating people nice when you expect to get something in return? Stop being materialistic. Think what are you going to serve on Earth, to people on Earth, not to demand for something! I'm sure everyone would agree if I say most of what we want is always not good for us. ;) One thing for sure, not everyone wants those things which come with a price. If you think what you want to make them happy by spending your money, think about it. Make people happy by your wish. Your willing. You want to make them happy for no reason by any ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people treat you nice, concern about you, care for you for no reason, just cherish it. No need to ignore them unless they have any bad intention, just because you think they will bring you nothing. For example, in school life, if there's a kid who's from the laaaaaaaaaaaaast class &amp;nbsp;but they always ask about how your study is, share you useful info, you don't have to think they like you and tell them to stay out of you. Sometimes someone stranger from Facebook can be very concern about you. Just appreciate. It's human nature sometimes to like somebody with no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, don't trust people easily. Before you get attached to stranger who like you for no reason, find everything about them. Make sure they are really nice. Who are their family, parents. One thing for sure, if you want to know if they are a good person or not, find out how they treat their parents. See who comes first to them. Do they text you and call you even they're at home? If they do, that means they don't respect their parents right? Then think back.. Always be selective. We have the choice. Good people are for good people. If you denied somebody not so good (and you know it), God will definitely give you someone better in return. He just want to test you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never hurt people. Never lie. Never ignore people's feeling just because you don't have any interest on them. Remember, sometimes God sends His help through someone we don't even know. If they are good to you, always advice you to be good, willing to talk to you even if you scold them back, think back. Who knows this is how God wants to show you the right path? Again, don't feel like they like you. Good thing, even from a robber, we should accept. If a robber suddenly break into your house and say to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"What the hell were you thinking by not locking the doors!? Are you crazy?,"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then accept it and do it. Lock the door. It's about good thing, not about from who. We can learn from everyone, everything, even cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, God is always fair. It's Karma mannn. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-4245592913140424096?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/4245592913140424096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-it-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4245592913140424096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/4245592913140424096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-it-back.html' title='I want it back !'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ID1hYZwBcHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-7376830037109165197</id><published>2011-11-24T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:42:03.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's their fortune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm so envy sometimes, you see. MRSM &amp;amp; SBP students get those excercise.. ! So unfair. The Ministry of Education should just give those things to every students around Malaysia so we can boost the economic growth of this country through academic.. Isn't it? Why are we just focusing on intelligent students? Every one of the student in Malaysia has the potential.. :P Most of my friends went to SBP and MRSM and I'm saying this. Hihihihihihi. :P You guys know me well right. I miss you guys. I miss Dada actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-7376830037109165197?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/7376830037109165197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-their-fortune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7376830037109165197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/7376830037109165197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-their-fortune.html' title='It&apos;s their fortune.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-1208345444862219571</id><published>2011-11-24T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:48:02.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rokok dan Kopiah - Oleh Mahluhtfi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Mesti dah ramai tengok video dia kan? Memang dah lama dengar.. Adik2 sibuk kata dia hensem la, apa la. Tapi tak pernah pula berminat untuk menonton video dia. Tadi ada orang share kat blog. Ummm.. Not bad! :) Bukan dia, video dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ev18Uv06l7c?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-1208345444862219571?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/1208345444862219571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/rokok-dan-kopiah-oleh-mahluhtfi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1208345444862219571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/1208345444862219571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/rokok-dan-kopiah-oleh-mahluhtfi.html' title='Rokok dan Kopiah - Oleh Mahluhtfi'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ev18Uv06l7c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-215009147978448356</id><published>2011-11-24T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:22:44.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>Another 4 papers left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Physics has passed. Add Math was fun. Another two killer subjects and I'm ready to reborn. Ehehe. I don't wanna say anything about my results yet, just wait for me to upload my result slip okay. I will. That's my promise. No matter how embarassing it is, eventhough I know nobody cares. I would still do it because I'm afraid I'll mispalce it. So if I do, I still have the back up. LOL. Been caught by flu since last weekend. :'( Thank God I'm sitting at the most back otherwise everyone will de disgusted of me. Then they won't be able to answer. So bad. What the hell am I blabbering about? Nevermind~ I'll find someone like you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-215009147978448356?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/215009147978448356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-4-papers-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/215009147978448356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/215009147978448356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-4-papers-left.html' title='Another 4 papers left.'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14477601.post-6323568817425059698</id><published>2011-11-22T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:58:05.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Life'/><title type='text'>GET OUT OF MY LIFE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&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/-c9zmmAcA7_I/Tsu4X1cKBpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/foFF7m6Yuz4/s1600/tumblr_lnlxbnpLPS1qewacoo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9zmmAcA7_I/Tsu4X1cKBpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/foFF7m6Yuz4/s1600/tumblr_lnlxbnpLPS1qewacoo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a pro. ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't put up with you. You've done enough! Now I just want you to stay out of my way. I don't wanna see you anymore in my life.. I know I will but not in coming 3 years, okay! For the time being. I'm sick of being stressed out because of you. You're definitely not my type AT ALL. Tomorrow will be the last day I will ever going to see you. I love you so much but we just can't get through, we're not meant to be. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Additional Mathematics. You've taught me the importance of patience in my life. The subject I think has taught me about moral value very much, to me. Really I mean it. Looking forward to work with Mak Ngah as Additional Mathematics tutor next year. Weeehhhooooo! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14477601-6323568817425059698?l=athirahzari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/feeds/6323568817425059698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-out-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6323568817425059698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14477601/posts/default/6323568817425059698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://athirahzari.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-out-of-my-life.html' title='GET OUT OF MY LIFE !'/><author><name>Athirah Zari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745752607773554196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1chA59q-2dY/THg7mij4NbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JsFPaYujYZg/s1600-R/24237_1343481880201_1625861872_802776_7287475_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c9zmmAcA7_I/Tsu4X1cKBpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/foFF7m6Yuz4/s72-c/tumblr_lnlxbnpLPS1qewacoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
