<?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-8606098083116712450</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:27:35.124+08:00</updated><category term='quote'/><category term='tag'/><category term='short story'/><category term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><category term='doppelganger'/><category term='confession(s)'/><category term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>my sanctuary.</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS IS MY STORY. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>405</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7774100603689689112</id><published>2012-02-02T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:27:35.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang; Kata dari Hati.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vh4rQfGycQw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau rindu mengaku rindu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila tengah sakit-sakit macam ni, rasa alangkah indah kalau ada dekat rumah. Serius, tak tipu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalaulah dapat balik, kan best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps; Z. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7774100603689689112?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7774100603689689112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/02/sesuatu-tentang-kata-dari-hati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7774100603689689112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7774100603689689112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/02/sesuatu-tentang-kata-dari-hati.html' title='Sesuatu tentang; Kata dari Hati.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vh4rQfGycQw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-9122122486875444624</id><published>2012-01-30T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T02:29:34.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Celebrating Twenty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s been quite a long time with this movie. Almost two years back, if I’m not mistaken. For some reasons I had decided to actually re-watching this again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jin Akanishi’s Hatachi no Sensou, insert song for the movie ‘Bandage’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ScqOkr4KW5c" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The music arrangement, the voice, the script, the story beneath, the roles. I’m in love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These few days I’m having little drawback over some people. Some people had console me, that we could never, ever, satisfied each and every single person around us – there’s always things that comes up in between. No matter how much we had tried to actually making things as best as we could. We plan, but Allah always knows better why things happened to be like that, right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To know how hypocrite some people around you is – for some reasons I feel glad with how things turns out to be. Be friendly with those types of people, you know you could actually gains benefit from them. True story. Haha. See? I’m not a goody-two-shoes for real. I could be bad, too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking blame when it is not even your fault is kinda harsh, don’t you think so? Some people just putting on blame –or worse, finds people to put blame on- because I think they think it will be easier. But don’t you think that carrying such attitude is just so wrong in every aspect in your life? You choice, do the same? Bear it for the rest of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheered and cheering. Life is about living to the fullest. Sometimes we lost our way during the journey. Sometimes we lost a goal as we keep on moving. It’s okay. A person that does never commit mistakes rarely learns much more than people that did, after all. Or that what I do believe in. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Jin Akanishi - Hatachi no Sensou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-9122122486875444624?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/9122122486875444624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-celebrating-twenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/9122122486875444624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/9122122486875444624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-celebrating-twenty.html' title='Something about: Celebrating Twenty.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ScqOkr4KW5c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1778016741048683183</id><published>2012-01-27T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T02:23:55.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: After.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up earlier today with a juicy gossip about &lt;a href="http://momoedgewood.wordpress.com/2012/01/25/jin-akanishi-and-meisa-kuroki-dating/" target="_blank"&gt;Jin Akanishi dating Meisa Kuroki&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, nice. Fierce girl? Nice pick boy. Very nice. ^_^ I am a fan of Jin and I'm also a fan of Meisa. So yeah, I kinda happy with this rumour and let's just hope this will be true. But as usual, &lt;a href="http://www.tokyohive.com/2012/01/akanishi-jin-and-kuroki-meisas-agencies-release-official-statements/"&gt;Johnnny's Jimusho is fast&lt;/a&gt;. Why don't you let me dream about them for a little bit longeeeerrrrr? *cries*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, a new music video from Jin Akanishi - Sun Burns Down. Waiting for few hours to actually download this thing (and it's not even HD because of my slow internet speed) and let's just sayyyyyy - I'm way happier with this song to be compared to Test Drive. The only thing that I actually do like about Test Drive MV is just the cars. While this? This.Is.Cool. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QC7HKUcDBuI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why don't you love this song. Or this MV, even. The geek-like glasses is so ohsem. Me like. :) Just actually hoping that Jin would actually moves more than...this? Like, "let's move it move it" thing. Haha. I don't even know am I making any sense here, but well, that's my opinion. I'm still a happy fangirl with this video. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. Am still looking for migraine medicine that will actually works for me. The one currently consumed by me did works, but it makes me sleepy. I swear I could even sleep as I'm walking! :O That is supposedly not a very good thing, right? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. These past few days I feel like being stabbed across my heart. One of my close friend says "&lt;i&gt;he did not have feelings&lt;/i&gt;" while my close, close friends says that "&lt;i&gt;Nabilah! He's not handsome, at all!&lt;/i&gt;" I feel I'm dying a little bit inside. :'( Gaaaahhhhhhhhhh~ I don't know~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Jin Akanishi - Sun Burns Down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1778016741048683183?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1778016741048683183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1778016741048683183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1778016741048683183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-after.html' title='Something about: After.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QC7HKUcDBuI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4431670517815665516</id><published>2012-01-24T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:08:59.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: True.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart is healing well, I think. But still, Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of close people of mine had already knows the story. The story that I kept to myself that once I cried for almost a week because of someone. Not-so-further story collected from &lt;a href="http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/07/sesuatu-tentang-aku-tahu-aku-cool-haha.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/07/something-about-another-time.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The senior refers to someone who truthfully I look up as a brother to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something happened days ago that hurts my heart deeply and I start to look back to the past and thinking about everything. Me being a hypocrite and me giving the second chance to the wrong person, all over again. Giving the second chance to get my heart bleed over and over again. Really, you don't want to mess up with people like me. I'm not that forgiving when matters turns serious. Like it? Hate it? Like I care what YOU think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the hardest thing that I've done is not being an actress, but being a hypocrite. Trying my best to shows that whatever that person had done to me is okay despite it is clearly &lt;i&gt;not okay&lt;/i&gt;. Apart of me even thinking about giving that person a b*tchslap on that person's face so that person would realize how wrong you've act to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, maybe I'm not-so-okay at this moment still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People don't simply stand strong without something big happened. #truestory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One the other side. I'm on my way to finishing up both my licences -car and motorcycle. Being the only person taught from zero, you got it right if you guess it is not an easy task to me. At all. Given that my body coordination is quite bad, it didn't really help much. No. It turns it worsen. Plus, I got panic attack. A lot and easily. Not cool girl. Not cool at all. -__-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second time I've drive -ever- something happened. Since I've never drive in my whole life, the teacher decided that driving in a not-busy-at-all highway might help. It did. It gives me time to coordinating things properly and slowly. You know, to make me grasp things one-by-one. The not so good thing is, I got a little bit too relaxed that I didn't realized I'm&amp;nbsp;driving&amp;nbsp;with the speed of 80km/h for quite a moment. That is, until the teacher said so to me. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While the story about motorcycle, one fact about me at this moment is that I don't know how to start it. I know to ride it by now, but each and every single time someone need to start the bike for me. Not cool. I know. But having a great balance helps a lot, thankfully. First time riding a bike, just thrice that I fall down, without a scratch. That's kinda cool. Hah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While last Sunday, Anis+the boys+I rendezvoused around Kedah's state. We rent car for this! Went shopping (I got a new pair of shoes for MYR24 since my last shoes is...a disaster after strings of things happened) and grab food(s)! &lt;i&gt;I'm lovin' it!&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;:D Yes, I love to eat despite I do know I can't eat a lot. Damn small stomach! XD We are supposedly buying &lt;b&gt;books &lt;/b&gt;at Popular bookstore with none of us actually guessed that it is closed for Chinese New Year's&amp;nbsp;celebration. Kinda waste our time but at least we didn't really go just for the books, so thank God! Had a great dinner at Kuala Perlis before we turn back to UiTM and send the car back to its' owner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, during our crazy moment, one thing killed out great time. So I decided to listen to people's advice to me, let it go since it is not worth our time. So yeah!!! I'll take it seriously this time. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ GReeeen - Ai Uta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps; love. tq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4431670517815665516?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4431670517815665516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4431670517815665516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4431670517815665516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-true.html' title='Something about: True.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-5817309851261330765</id><published>2012-01-20T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T02:17:41.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: KeCiWa.</title><content type='html'>Aku ingatkan aku marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku silap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingatkan aku salah. Tak, tak. Aku amat berharap yang aku salah menilai orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau aku betul, kenapa aku kecewa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebabnya biarlah aku pendam sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kata kawan aku pula, "Nabilah kalau marah mesti diluah. Kalau disimpan menjadi benda lain pula."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi diam aku bukan tidak ada perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diam aku memendam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan satu persatu yang terjadi disimpan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpaksa mengaku aku hipokrit. Setelah kau berubah, sedar atau tidak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-5817309851261330765?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/5817309851261330765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/sesuatu-tentang-keciwa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5817309851261330765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5817309851261330765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/sesuatu-tentang-keciwa.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: KeCiWa.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1129084054264805213</id><published>2012-01-19T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:46:47.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: True Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UYi7Gifyk/TxcE-WW2dlI/AAAAAAAABiM/4XBdX6Z97WM/s1600/girigiri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UYi7Gifyk/TxcE-WW2dlI/AAAAAAAABiM/4XBdX6Z97WM/s1600/girigiri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time and still. ♥♥♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Missing. Regret. Pain&amp;amp;sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps; problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1129084054264805213?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1129084054264805213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1129084054264805213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1129084054264805213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-true-story.html' title='Something about: True Story.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UYi7Gifyk/TxcE-WW2dlI/AAAAAAAABiM/4XBdX6Z97WM/s72-c/girigiri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8624257895522513673</id><published>2012-01-16T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:40:08.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Cerpen: Perihal Cinta; Prequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab melangkah masuk ke dalam rumahnya dengan langkah yang berat setelah dia keluar dari kereta Prius miliknya. Sekembalinya dari mesyuarat sebentar tadi, kepalanya sesak dengan pelbagai bebanan yang disebabkan oleh kerjanya itu. Benar, dia amat sayangkan pekerjaannya di firma swasta itu, namun bebanan kerja yang berat yang harus dihadapinya kadang-kala membuatkan fikirannya bercelaru dengan mudah. Menjadikan anginnya kadang-kala tidak menentu. Terutamanya jika firma sedang merencanakan untuk melaksanakan projek baru. Otaknya harus diperah sepenuhnya agar semuanya dapat berjalan dengan lancar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPWvZPzaUxw/TxMWMum3h8I/AAAAAAAABh4/KK0p3HCqWc8/s1600/pic-toyota+prius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPWvZPzaUxw/TxMWMum3h8I/AAAAAAAABh4/KK0p3HCqWc8/s400/pic-toyota+prius.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prius.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia membuka pintu dan matanya segera mencari Qistina, yang ketika itu sedang tidur dengan nyenyak di atas sofa dengan peti televisyen masih lagi bernyawa. Senyuman tanpa paksa terukir di bibirnya secara semula jadi. Perlahan-lahan dia melangkah ke sofa itu dan duduk di atas karpet tebal, menatap dan merenung wajah isterinya yang sedang tidur itu. Diambil alat kawalan jauh yang terletak di sebelah tangan isterinya dan ditutup peti televisyen, menjadikan ruang tamu itu sunyi sepi tanpa sebarang bunyi. Wajahnya langsung tidak dipanggungkan dari menatap wajah isterinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melihat wajah isteri tersayangnya itu, entah bagaimana fikirannya yang bercelaru dengan pelbagai masalah tadi menjadi tenang – tenang-setenangnya. Fikirannya melayang, memikirkan bahawa saat ini sudah lebih dari dua tahun dia telah berkahwin dengan Qistina. Hatinya kembang dengan perasaan bahagia. Dikuis sedikit anak rambut yang menutup sebahagian wajah isterinya dengan berhati-hati agar tidak menggangu tidur isterinya. Namun gerakannya yang sedikit itu telah membuatkan isterinya jaga dari tidurnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina membuka matanya perlahan-lahan dan wajah suami tersayangnya semakin jelas menghiasi penglihatannya. Segera dia membetulkan duduk dan menyambut tangan suaminya untuk disalam dan dikucup. “Dah lama ke abang balik ni? Maaf, tertidur tadi langsung tak perasan abang dah balik.” Qistina bersuara setelah Dziyab duduk di sampingnya sambil menahan kantuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab menggelengkan kepalanya sedikit. “Tak lama pun. Baru je sampai ni.” Tangannya sengaja dilingkarkan di pinggang isterinya. Pipi isterinya dikucup perlahan, namun penuh mesra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina hanya mengangguk. Sedang ketika itu bibirnya diketap sambil otaknya ligat menyusun kata untuk menyampaikan suatu perkhabaran kepada suaminya itu. Badannya disandarkan ke badan suaminya, mencari posisi yang selesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Qis, ada nak cakap apa-apa ke?” Dziyab bertanya sambil rangkulan di pinggang isterinya dikejapkan sedikit. Agak aneh dengan perilaku Qistina yang tidak seperti kebiasaan pada malam itu. Lazimnya, isterinya rajin bercerita tentang apa yang dilaluinya sepanjang hari, tidak seperti waktu ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hm, sebenarnya kan...” Qistina terhenti dan tunduk. Otaknya masih merangka ayat yang terbaik untuk menyampaikan berita itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ya...” Dziyab bertanya, perlahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hm...” Qistina menyeluk saku seluar yang dipakainya dan menyerahkan satu alat sebesar tapak tangan kepada suaminya, berharap agar Dziyab memahami isyarat dan berita yang ingin disampaikannya itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab menyambut dan meneliti alat yang berada di telapak tangannya dengan penuh minat. Dia seperti pernah melihat alat itu, namun dia benar-benar terlupa. Satu persatu kotak memorinya dibuka, cuba mengingati perihal alat kecil itu. Hampir lima minit ruang tamu itu sunyi sepi, memerah otak untuk mengingati alat itu dan mentafsir berita yang ingin disampaikan isterinya, sebelum dia hampir pasti dan memandang wajah isterinya yang semakin merah waktu itu. “Qis... Qis mengandung ke?” Dia memegang kedua-dua bahu isterinya, cuba mengalihkan perhatian Qistina agar memberikan tumpuan kepada hanya dirinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyb1mfZNJLI/TxMV5bsYnkI/AAAAAAAABhw/hgJ5y9jd0f0/s1600/test-kehamilan-300x224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nyb1mfZNJLI/TxMV5bsYnkI/AAAAAAAABhw/hgJ5y9jd0f0/s1600/test-kehamilan-300x224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Urine Pregnancy Test @ UPT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perlahan-lahan Qistina mengangguk, mengiakan telahan yang dibuat suaminya. Dia memandang suaminya yang sedang tersenyum lebar, dan tidak dapat tidak, dia juga tersenyum – bahagia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Alhamdulillah, terima kasih ya Allah.” Bisik Dziyab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina duduk berteleku di sebelah suaminya yang sedang tidur nyenyak di atas sofa berhadapan set televisyen di rumah mertuanya. Khusyuk meneliti wajah suaminya hinggalah matanya jatuh ke arah jari kelingking suaminya yang dihiasi dengan cincin perak miliknya suatu ketika dahulu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cH-zfBGOGek/TxMYk8I6iyI/AAAAAAAABiA/6aeGJ6YJbhE/s1600/DSC00254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cH-zfBGOGek/TxMYk8I6iyI/AAAAAAAABiA/6aeGJ6YJbhE/s640/DSC00254.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"forever love" ukiran di cincin yang pernah menjadi milik Qistina dahulu.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Tidur lagi Dziyab ni?” Mak menegur Qistina yang sedang mengelamun sewaktu itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina mengangguk, perlahan. Mengerti bahawa suaminya kepenatan. “Malam tadi abang overtime. Sebenarnya kami tak rancang pun nak balik minggu ni, mak.” Qistina mengangkat muka sedikit, memandang ibu mertuanya. Benar, atas suatu berita mereka pulang melawat keluarnya Dziyab di Seremban hari itu. Dia juga sedar bahawa tidak elok untuk tidur selepas Asar, namun suaminya terlalu penat ketika itu. Apatah lagi mereka terus pulang ke kampung setelah mendapatkan pengesahan dari doktor mengenai kehamilan Qistina itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mak ingin bertanya kenapa anak lelaki tunggalnya itu terlalu penat, namun melihat wajah Qistina yang sedikit pucat, namun berseri-seri itu, hatinya dapat menangkap maksut yang tersirat. “Hm, takpelah. Mak nak bersihkan ayam kat dapur ni, ye? Lepas tu nak masak makan malam terus.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina hampir bangun untuk mengikuti ibu mertuanya ke dapur, namun dihalang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Kamu ni, rehat banyak-banyak ajelah. Nanti Dziyab sebal pulak dengan kamu. Bukan kamu tak tahu angin dia tu.” Mak tersenyum senang dapat mengusik menantunya yang seorang itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina tertunduk malu, tona merah pada wajahnya yang cerah itu semakin jelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina setia melayan suaminya di meja makan, langsung tidak kekok walaupun mereka dikelilingi ahli keluarga Dziyab yang lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab hanya tersenyum, bahagia. “Mak, abah. Kami ada benda nak umumkan ni.” Dziyab berkata sewaktu mereka sedang menjamu selera air tangan mak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abah hanya memandang Dziyab, memberi kebenaran secara senyap untuk Dziyab meneruskan bicaranya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Qistina mengandung. Dah masuk minggu keempat dah.” Senyuman langsung tidak lekang dari bibirnya. Syukurnya dia kepada Allah SWT kerana mereka telah menunggu lebih dari dua tahun sebelum mendapat khabar gembira ini. “Dan kamu berdua,” Dziyab memandang wajah kedua-dua adik perempuannya, “akan menjadi makcik dalam lebih kurang lapan bulan lagi, sementara mak dan abah akan menjadi nenek dan atuk.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mak tersenyum senang malam itu, telahannya setelah melihat Qistina sewaktu sampai lewat tengah hari tadi terbukti tepat. Benar, Mak tidak pernah kisahkan apa yang dikata dek orang setelah Dziyab dan Qistina yang telah mendirikan rumahtangga lebih dari dua tahun namun tidak mempunyai anak. Tetapi mak tahu betapa kata-kata orang luar itu menghiris hati Qistina walaupun Qistina sentiasa menidakkan setiap kali Mak bertanya tentang perasaannya. Mak tahu anak dan menantunya itu bahagia –dengan cara mereka – bak kata Dziyab dahulu; namun cakap-cakap begitu kadang-kala sungguh menyakitkan. Dan Mak juga tahun betapa Qistina dan Dziyab sendiri menginginkan cahaya mata secepat mungkin, namun rezeki mereka belum sampai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mak tahu malam itu dia akan tidur dengan lena. Mendapat perkhabaran tentang bakal cucu pertamanya membuatkan hatinya lapang – bahagia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan lapan bulan kemudian, Rayyan selamat dilahirkan atas kasih sayang semua disekelilingnya. Namun itu, kisah yang lain pula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;notakaki:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/cerpen-perihal-cinta.html"&gt;bahagian I&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/cerpen-perihal-cinta-epilog.html"&gt;bahagian II&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;notakaki ii: rindu sangat kat seseorang. maka tercetus ilham untuk menyambung cerita yang telah lama ditinggalkan ini. selain diilhamkan lagu "pupus" nyanyian kumpulan Dewa dan lagu AiUta dari kumpulan Greeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ただアリガトウじゃ 伝えきれない&lt;br /&gt;泣き笑いと悲しみ喜びを共に分かち合い生きて行こう&lt;br /&gt;いくつもの 夜を越えて&lt;br /&gt;僕は君と 愛を唄おう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tada arigatou ja tsutaekirenai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nakiwarai to kanashimi yorokobi wo tomo ni wakachiai ikite ikou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ikutsumo no yoru wo koete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boku wa kimi to ai wo utaou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thank you isn’t enough to say this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Let’s share our tearful smiles and sadness and happiness for the rest of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Night after night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I’ll sing about my love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimpi tak mampu jadi kenyataan semudah itu. :'(&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/8606098083116712450-8624257895522513673?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8624257895522513673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/cerpen-perihal-cinta-prequel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8624257895522513673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8624257895522513673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/cerpen-perihal-cinta-prequel.html' title='Cerpen: Perihal Cinta; Prequel'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPWvZPzaUxw/TxMWMum3h8I/AAAAAAAABh4/KK0p3HCqWc8/s72-c/pic-toyota+prius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8828522230891158507</id><published>2012-01-15T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T03:10:32.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Ha.</title><content type='html'>saya rindu nak spam dengan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu gila-gila seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu nak berborak tentang perkara yang tak masuk akal dengan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu nak belajar mengenai seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu momen-momen indah yang dihabiskan dengan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih hati. sebab bertindak ikut ego. sekarang, padan muka diri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; kalau tak rindu tak boleh ke? haih! -,-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-8828522230891158507?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8828522230891158507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/sesuatu-tentang-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8828522230891158507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8828522230891158507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/sesuatu-tentang-ha.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Ha.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8294480664897249921</id><published>2012-01-13T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:47:40.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Quirks update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7h_099yLCv0/Tw_KT6OuJnI/AAAAAAAABho/YneBOYvpUiI/s1600/DSC00288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7h_099yLCv0/Tw_KT6OuJnI/AAAAAAAABho/YneBOYvpUiI/s400/DSC00288.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one that I miss with all my heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently high on drugs. Haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Workload is just woah. Apart of me thinks that indeed, it is a great distraction form what I'm feeling inside. When somethings like this happen, I just hate being alone because when I am alone, I tend to think more on 'what if's' and truthfully, it ain't fun at all. This time, I just repeating to myself that I need to focus on things that need proper views.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It just kinda funny that for once, this didn't happen as what I think it would. BOY, Y U NO UNDERSTAND? #lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just changing medicine for migraine. The new drug working kinda okay, but it makes me sleepy all the time and my head feels too light. Not sure if its a good thing or not, but I just hope that my study won't affected too much because of this new drug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still, reminiscing the past with some people was kinda happy moments, too. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and juicy gossips which is actually no concern of me. Things happened. Relationship? Haha. Who knows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps; I'm sure no guys would like to become a laughing stock, don't you? ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ GReeeen - Ai Uta&lt;br /&gt;ps; edited since butthurt-ians is troublesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-8294480664897249921?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8294480664897249921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-quirks-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8294480664897249921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8294480664897249921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-quirks-update.html' title='Something about: Quirks update.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7h_099yLCv0/Tw_KT6OuJnI/AAAAAAAABho/YneBOYvpUiI/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3575518318528501962</id><published>2012-01-09T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:06:03.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxHHkbfVNUA/Twna4qVQNAI/AAAAAAAABhg/XVOwgT1jqQ4/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxHHkbfVNUA/Twna4qVQNAI/AAAAAAAABhg/XVOwgT1jqQ4/s640/Untitled.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever alone. TT.TT&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3575518318528501962?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3575518318528501962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3575518318528501962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3575518318528501962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/quote.html' title='Quote.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxHHkbfVNUA/Twna4qVQNAI/AAAAAAAABhg/XVOwgT1jqQ4/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-933613089884224364</id><published>2012-01-08T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:30:22.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, I realized how easily I get stressed. Which not good at all to me, since my blood pressure could fall below normal easily. Trying some way to making it normal and one of it is by eating few things that could help to make the blood circulation flows normally. Can't tell if its working yet, but as long I did not fainted easily, I guess all is well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking to few important people to me lately, which one of the way that could make me feels rejuvenated. Thanks to each and every single one of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table 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/-L5uaF3LOiYI/TwiNvznwg3I/AAAAAAAABhY/R3fZecOW0Yg/s1600/DSC00312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5uaF3LOiYI/TwiNvznwg3I/AAAAAAAABhY/R3fZecOW0Yg/s640/DSC00312.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight supper.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I eat a lot when &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And no, the word responsibility is not a word that you could play with - with me. Definitely. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Akanishi Jin - Tipsy Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-933613089884224364?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/933613089884224364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/933613089884224364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/933613089884224364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-lately.html' title='Something about: Lately.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L5uaF3LOiYI/TwiNvznwg3I/AAAAAAAABhY/R3fZecOW0Yg/s72-c/DSC00312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3180037946114526907</id><published>2012-01-05T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:19:07.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>HF; Façade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You keep on holding the pain that seeping through your body. Pretending that nothing was wrong despite truthfully, everything was. You keep on with the thought that if you believe that the pain weren’t there, you won’t feel the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You whimper once, the pain is barely bearable. The pain inside was like a needle; a long needle that poking your body from inside. You feel the pain, the clench and unclench of it inside of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You look in front of you and you see red. &lt;i&gt;Blood&lt;/i&gt;. You think that somewhere, someone might be able to stop it. But you know that no one could stop the pain, truth be told. You just knew, there’s no justification of such thought – but &lt;i&gt;you just knew&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you smile, stand strong and tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At least you know when you’re feeling the pain; it proves that you’re alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you can’t help but laugh at such sickening thought invading your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s okay, you think. Putting on façade and everything will be okay; will be fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps; dear dear, please get a haircut. and stop the perm-thing. the normal wave is okay, but the curly hair must go away. and please smile more. sincerely, your sweetie pie. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-3180037946114526907?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3180037946114526907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/hf-facade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3180037946114526907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3180037946114526907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/hf-facade.html' title='HF; Façade'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6210287369012957074</id><published>2012-01-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:44:10.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Beloved ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since our families didn't really celebrate things such as New Year, instead we have family gathering since one of my uncles just move to a new home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2Ru3di4PzU/Tv86K-m_FXI/AAAAAAAABhQ/MW-zKWRLegg/s1600/DSC00294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2Ru3di4PzU/Tv86K-m_FXI/AAAAAAAABhQ/MW-zKWRLegg/s640/DSC00294.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beloved ones!  ♥ &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess the caption said it all. Beloved once; my parents and grandmother and aunties and uncles. Without them all, well, just who we (read; my cousins and I) are, right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6210287369012957074?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6210287369012957074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-beloved-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6210287369012957074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6210287369012957074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-about-beloved-ones.html' title='Something about: Beloved ones.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2Ru3di4PzU/Tv86K-m_FXI/AAAAAAAABhQ/MW-zKWRLegg/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Presint 10, Putrajaya, Federal Territory of Putrajaya, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>2.9514358 101.688328</georss:point><georss:box>2.9355783 101.668587 2.9672933 101.708069</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3111709934503305932</id><published>2011-12-30T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:03:40.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bG4UieT1B6Q/TvyoWd_9XHI/AAAAAAAABhE/Kbqk6Emkppk/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-12-30-01h43m45s157.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bG4UieT1B6Q/TvyoWd_9XHI/AAAAAAAABhE/Kbqk6Emkppk/s640/vlcsnap-2011-12-30-01h43m45s157.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGTd4hhesL0/TvynU60RH1I/AAAAAAAABg8/h_Vikc1kiOQ/s1600/403299_226837210726077_100001993983713_564195_1688976795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGTd4hhesL0/TvynU60RH1I/AAAAAAAABg8/h_Vikc1kiOQ/s1600/403299_226837210726077_100001993983713_564195_1688976795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And look. No fedoras, sunglasses and all. :]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3111709934503305932?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3111709934503305932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3111709934503305932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3111709934503305932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-look.html' title=''/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bG4UieT1B6Q/TvyoWd_9XHI/AAAAAAAABhE/Kbqk6Emkppk/s72-c/vlcsnap-2011-12-30-01h43m45s157.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4558600021475472329</id><published>2011-12-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:45:19.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZzcEN1sbBA/TvwYO7QswPI/AAAAAAAABgw/67jxGHpCp0M/s1600/382999_249480408448667_100222973374412_682775_337334802_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZzcEN1sbBA/TvwYO7QswPI/AAAAAAAABgw/67jxGHpCp0M/s1600/382999_249480408448667_100222973374412_682775_337334802_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're perfect to me"&lt;br /&gt;Pink - F*cking Perfect&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4558600021475472329?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4558600021475472329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4558600021475472329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4558600021475472329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-perfect.html' title='Something about: Perfect.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZzcEN1sbBA/TvwYO7QswPI/AAAAAAAABgw/67jxGHpCp0M/s72-c/382999_249480408448667_100222973374412_682775_337334802_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6028468184674089346</id><published>2011-12-29T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T03:11:05.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F59CIDazuFM/TvtpTq1-0zI/AAAAAAAABgY/fm71OqQ2Kmw/s1600/395914_226837110726087_100001993983713_564194_1292235621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F59CIDazuFM/TvtpTq1-0zI/AAAAAAAABgY/fm71OqQ2Kmw/s1600/395914_226837110726087_100001993983713_564194_1292235621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's get married"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; I'm so Jin-biased lately. hohoho~ ♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6028468184674089346?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6028468184674089346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6028468184674089346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6028468184674089346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-married.html' title='Something about: Married?'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F59CIDazuFM/TvtpTq1-0zI/AAAAAAAABgY/fm71OqQ2Kmw/s72-c/395914_226837110726087_100001993983713_564194_1292235621_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6069239782336023081</id><published>2011-12-28T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:44:39.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Wordless Wednesday II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvLniBFEzRw/Tvn7_XoIkuI/AAAAAAAABgM/qAZUFehB-eI/s1600/386741_297817780256712_215872448451246_832663_1498535683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvLniBFEzRw/Tvn7_XoIkuI/AAAAAAAABgM/qAZUFehB-eI/s1600/386741_297817780256712_215872448451246_832663_1498535683_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet this awhile back in facebook. Just think that it is so true. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6069239782336023081?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6069239782336023081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/hf-wordless-wednesday-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6069239782336023081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6069239782336023081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/hf-wordless-wednesday-ii.html' title='HF; Wordless Wednesday II'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvLniBFEzRw/Tvn7_XoIkuI/AAAAAAAABgM/qAZUFehB-eI/s72-c/386741_297817780256712_215872448451246_832663_1498535683_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3004832975914061817</id><published>2011-12-19T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:40:56.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Reckless Week(end).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arau ---&amp;gt; Padang Besar ---&amp;gt; Kuala Perlis ---&amp;gt; Kangar ---&amp;gt; Arau. That is the summary of our journey last Friday. All eight of us having a wonderful splendid journey together, via motorcycle. Yeah, you read it right. &amp;nbsp;All eight of us in five motorcycles. :D It definitely unplanned journey. Started of with one of our friends want to buy a new bag because his bag currently is not use-able anymore. So Padang Besar, here we come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pWrNynr3nw/Tu3z372u5TI/AAAAAAAABfo/ebZT8PAapbM/s1600/DSC00217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pWrNynr3nw/Tu3z372u5TI/AAAAAAAABfo/ebZT8PAapbM/s400/DSC00217.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rempit? No. Cuz we're cool. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the first thing that come into my mind after reaching Padang Besar would be the next day modul. I need a black t-shirt, of a jersey that I won't mind getting it dirty! So with help from fellow friends, I bought a black t-shirt. But, look what we found first at the shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKa1pe6j-uY/Tu3zzSEyRHI/AAAAAAAABfg/MWUN9Qv0unc/s1600/DSC00213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKa1pe6j-uY/Tu3zzSEyRHI/AAAAAAAABfg/MWUN9Qv0unc/s400/DSC00213.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bazinga! We love Sheldon! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, we meet an epic t-shirt written "BAZINGA!" It is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCEHoyonras"&gt;one of the famous quote&lt;/a&gt; from The Big Bang Theory, that I love to bits. :D It is just damn funny to not to laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;Watch. And laugh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u85u2ymDl8M?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL. This video is making me laugh like a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the evening, we went to Kuala Perlis. Just for fun and totally unplanned. Watching the sea and sunset for awhile. One of the nicest thing we done, all eight of us trying to throw small stones and see who could go the&amp;nbsp;farthest. Which obviously and naturally; would be the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For dinner, we went to &lt;a href="http://cpintrass.com/blog/makanan/jom-makan-di-maicafe-kangar/.html"&gt;MaiCafe&lt;/a&gt;, located somewhere in Kangar. The first time went there for all of us. :D The food were great and the price was&amp;nbsp;reasonable to me. Well, it kinda suits with the size of the food they serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday, I'm involved in part 4's modul - explorace. Extremely tired despite how fun it is. Crawling with the mud, be inside a lake that seems like never been taken care of, playing with water and flour, etc. Just look at me, all flour-y and mud-y.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwL1gWKZbV8/Tu3z-ZID_OI/AAAAAAAABfw/8lQluy_O_cU/s1600/DSC00227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwL1gWKZbV8/Tu3z-ZID_OI/AAAAAAAABfw/8lQluy_O_cU/s400/DSC00227.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flour on scarf, mud on ... everywhere.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpXlpFGoXFs/Tu30RIy8III/AAAAAAAABf4/Vbp810m1g5s/s1600/DSC00241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UpXlpFGoXFs/Tu30RIy8III/AAAAAAAABf4/Vbp810m1g5s/s400/DSC00241.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flour-head.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And since I'm having modul, I can't follow my sister and her husband to Padang Besar. But but but, I got a new handbag! :D Thanks to my sister that pick a cute handbag for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvqpYT35NUg/Tu30UdS25cI/AAAAAAAABgA/4zlLcCq5vUo/s1600/DSC00245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cvqpYT35NUg/Tu30UdS25cI/AAAAAAAABgA/4zlLcCq5vUo/s400/DSC00245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sister. me. Kuala Perlis.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, maybe we can't go to Padang Besar together, but we reach Kuala Perlis together. :D Eat plenty of food and having fun together for few hours. Oh, and she's currently at Langkawi Island - holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days doing things, the Sunday was entirely for rest. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand - listening to older people talks about life makes you realized how important it is to be happy. Or so I think. At least that what I'll aim for my life, being happy. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PBz-ExCFnE"&gt;GReeeen - Ai Uta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3004832975914061817?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3004832975914061817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-reckless-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3004832975914061817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3004832975914061817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-reckless-weekend.html' title='Something about: Reckless Week(end).'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pWrNynr3nw/Tu3z372u5TI/AAAAAAAABfo/ebZT8PAapbM/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8673644466330085453</id><published>2011-12-14T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:02:11.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang : Derma Darah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat kali ketiga dalam hidup, hari ini, telah berjaya mendermakan darah. :D Alhamdulillah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKzWuTOkxAU/TuhHqkrZlcI/AAAAAAAABfU/nPcyG8xD__k/s1600/DSC00212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKzWuTOkxAU/TuhHqkrZlcI/AAAAAAAABfU/nPcyG8xD__k/s400/DSC00212.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kali Ketiga&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan kali ini, buat pertama kali telah dibekalkan dengan beberapa supplemen tambahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enw4u5XMPcM/Tug9oCmJz5I/AAAAAAAABek/nO2a4dtTb4s/s1600/folic+acid+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7jV6MbczFg/Tug9nM188nI/AAAAAAAABec/42W7BtI4QBc/s1600/DSC00211+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7jV6MbczFg/Tug9nM188nI/AAAAAAAABec/42W7BtI4QBc/s400/DSC00211+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKTvJvjq62s/Tug9rWyaDbI/AAAAAAAABe8/APDqk11o_0M/s1600/iron+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKTvJvjq62s/Tug9rWyaDbI/AAAAAAAABe8/APDqk11o_0M/s400/iron+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHTquh-pjds/Tug9qUDE_mI/AAAAAAAABe0/2AehbH31deE/s1600/vitamin+c+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHTquh-pjds/Tug9qUDE_mI/AAAAAAAABe0/2AehbH31deE/s400/vitamin+c+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terbaek! Vitamin C yang boleh dikunyah. :D Suka suka suka~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramai orang tanya, tak takut naik berat badan ke kalau derma darah ni? Aku akan katakan, "&lt;i&gt;No comment&lt;/i&gt;." Sebab percaya atau tidak, aku rasa kesan itu mengikut orang. Ya, lain orang, lain kesannya. Seperti juga &lt;i&gt;after-effect&lt;/i&gt; menderma darah seperti mual, muntah, atau terasa ingin pitam, aku tidak pernah lagi merasakannya. Pertama kali setelah menderma darah aku telah melakukan kerja-kerja berat dan kesan yang memudaratkan tak pernah lagi terjadi. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidup di universiti sangat berbeza dari zaman persekolahan (yang untuk rekod, adalah berkali ganda lebih menyeronokkan) kerana di sini, kau tidak boleh mengharap agar semua orang akan menunggu kau. Kau hanya mampu bergantung kepada diri sendiri dan hanya beberapa teman (yang betul-betul rapat sahaja)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam beberapa hari ini, aku terpikir; terlalu sensitif kah aku - atau terlalu tiada perasaan kah manusia itu? Kali ini aku menulis setelah perasaan itu reda sedikit dari dalam hati kerana aku agak khuatir untuk menulis sewaktu aku terlalu emosional. Mungkin kadang-kala terlalu berterus terang itu mempunyai kontra nya juga. Entahlah. Dan aku juga terfikir - di tahap manakah kebenaran itu menjadi penghinaan? Kalau kebenaran itu terlalu pahit untuk diluahkan -kerana; ya, ianya memalukan- di tahap manakah ia akan dianggap sebagai mengatakan kebenaran dan di tahap manakah ia dianggap menghina? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, dan janganlah kagum sangat bila melihat seorang perempuan yang seolah tipikal mempunyai wallpaper yang sangat lari dari imej tipikal itu. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_P3Ee2xY2u4/TuhAGcTlQnI/AAAAAAAABfE/vqbZZumBKWg/s1600/wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_P3Ee2xY2u4/TuhAGcTlQnI/AAAAAAAABfE/vqbZZumBKWg/s640/wallpaper.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHA. :D Konklusinya; aku bukan tipikal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Akanishi Jin - Tipsy Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-8673644466330085453?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8673644466330085453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/sesuatu-tentang-derma-darah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8673644466330085453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8673644466330085453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/sesuatu-tentang-derma-darah.html' title='Sesuatu tentang : Derma Darah.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKzWuTOkxAU/TuhHqkrZlcI/AAAAAAAABfU/nPcyG8xD__k/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-58680609849913979</id><published>2011-12-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:43:24.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Knows.</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes you do know how precious such person to you. But you just able to comprehend about it after he or she is gone - away from your life. Never to come back ever again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes penetrates mine for quite some time after I says so. I know what you feel but I pretend of not knowing it. Because for once I hope that you'll understand me - all of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People do take things for granted; lots of time didn't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you always do things so that people will hate you?" You look at me seriously as you asking such question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I know how badly my action affect you lots of time. But I can't stop it. Since I really want to know how long will you stay beside me and how far could you accept me thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had seen lots of people did not manage to do so, and they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Apart of me thinking it is fine, since it shows how many people actually are sincere accepting you for who you are but still do hope that you'll change to the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-58680609849913979?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/58680609849913979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/hf-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/58680609849913979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/58680609849913979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/hf-knows.html' title='HF; Knows.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4203131796441620366</id><published>2011-12-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:43:39.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah after two days facing major migraine(again), my condition is actually better right now. This week shows how hard this semester will hit us because the workload - assignments and all had already piling up on my study. Major WOAH there. Haha. :D Yessss, after two weeks spent leisurely, the weeks full of activities had finally started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are moments when things goes so wrong. It makes us confuse. It makes us feels suffocating. And we&amp;nbsp;wants&amp;nbsp;it to end right at the moment we feels that we can't take it anymore.&amp;nbsp;Facing hardship sometimes makes us forget&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;in order to be stronger, we need to overcome such obstacle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It's just like chasing a fleeting attraction, you know?" - This sentences bring lots of meaning to me. Last week, I kinda grieving over something. It comes as a big shock to me, but all turns well to me up until now, Alhamdulillah. Thanks to everyone that cheering me up and makes me happy. It is just that I hope that such people won't ever come back to my life. Because when I know such people is just not worth it, it turns me into someone who's not originally me. And it makes me upset about myself too. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DgnI1DxADXo?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I listen to this song sometimes to cheer myself up! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ arashi - One Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4203131796441620366?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4203131796441620366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4203131796441620366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4203131796441620366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-things.html' title='Something about: Things.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DgnI1DxADXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6224560707750486919</id><published>2011-12-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:18:05.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Temperature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's very cold today here in Arau, eh? It's been raining since afternoon earlier. This makes me wanna say, "Let's roll like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sushi"&gt;makizushi&lt;/a&gt;, everyone!" Yeah, like what I'm doing right now, roll up in my blanket because it is just too cold for not doing so. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKKWVjLnQHE/Ttt73B3RoaI/AAAAAAAABeI/UYuCCMiYM3U/s1600/makizushi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKKWVjLnQHE/Ttt73B3RoaI/AAAAAAAABeI/UYuCCMiYM3U/s320/makizushi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kinda craving for sushi too. Anyone? :D&lt;br /&gt;I love ebi!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So some people questioning me about my choices of great car, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyota_Prius"&gt;Toyota Prius&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, what's to hate about Prius actually? Do tell me! It's hybrid and the body kit seems all nice to me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uNqfRI2_Dk/Ttt79tB05UI/AAAAAAAABeU/CeAEf92cU4w/s1600/pic-toyota+prius.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uNqfRI2_Dk/Ttt79tB05UI/AAAAAAAABeU/CeAEf92cU4w/s320/pic-toyota+prius.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prius. Can you &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hate this car?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it wasn't like I demand something &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaguar_XJ220#Racing_version"&gt;like this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or this;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgzotAzCtTY/Ttt72Txp1EI/AAAAAAAABeE/Iri0CTo53wM/s1600/jaguar_2012_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgzotAzCtTY/Ttt72Txp1EI/AAAAAAAABeE/Iri0CTo53wM/s320/jaguar_2012_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha. Okay, this post is a very random. Because the temperature is too low for my brain to actually working properly. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ - Shiina Ringo - Aozora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6224560707750486919?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6224560707750486919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-temperature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6224560707750486919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6224560707750486919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-temperature.html' title='Something about: Temperature'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKKWVjLnQHE/Ttt73B3RoaI/AAAAAAAABeI/UYuCCMiYM3U/s72-c/makizushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6991617458472164835</id><published>2011-12-04T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T04:26:12.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Comel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaqKgXl9XVM/TtqECe_90KI/AAAAAAAABd0/5UvgwGJZmss/s1600/393691_10150411569277858_599432857_8737483_214556239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaqKgXl9XVM/TtqECe_90KI/AAAAAAAABd0/5UvgwGJZmss/s1600/393691_10150411569277858_599432857_8737483_214556239_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUe1HzruN9g/TtqEkYz8d5I/AAAAAAAABd8/7RHP8vqntcM/s1600/381712_2761270227775_1138396211_33237998_881557172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GUe1HzruN9g/TtqEkYz8d5I/AAAAAAAABd8/7RHP8vqntcM/s1600/381712_2761270227775_1138396211_33237998_881557172_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenapa comel sangat ni? Gigit kang! Gerrraaaammmm tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ - P!nk - F--kin Perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6991617458472164835?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6991617458472164835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/sesuatu-tentang-comel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6991617458472164835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6991617458472164835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/sesuatu-tentang-comel.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Comel'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kaqKgXl9XVM/TtqECe_90KI/AAAAAAAABd0/5UvgwGJZmss/s72-c/393691_10150411569277858_599432857_8737483_214556239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-9166304451683555777</id><published>2011-12-04T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:27:05.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Sakit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sakit berguling-guling-guling-guling sebab sakit sangat dan tak boleh tidur. Yeayyyy~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Saja nak update sebab tak tahu nak buat apa sebab sakit sangat sampai tak boleh tidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sakit yang memang sakit tu satu. Sakit yang kat dalam hati tu lagi satu. Malas nak cakap banyak. Kesian sangat, sebab orang tak tahu apa2. Jahil tak salah katanya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat masa sekarang ni, dengar yang ini banyak2. Lega sikit dekat dalam ni. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C9b8k3Pn4oY?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps; memanglah barang aku hakmilik awam. memanglah budi bahasa bukan budaya kita. #perli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-9166304451683555777?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/9166304451683555777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/sesuatu-tentang-sakit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/9166304451683555777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/9166304451683555777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/sesuatu-tentang-sakit.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Sakit.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C9b8k3Pn4oY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-964562961584625353</id><published>2011-12-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:25:56.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Easy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What I hate about panadol is it do kill the pain fast, but the effect don't stay long and you'll increase the dose as time passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And whoever said that being a woman is easy, should get a kick. *emo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I'm done with the second week in this fourth semester. BUT, up until now only two out of five subject I take this semester did actually have proper classes. Still I think it is quite fine because lots of things that need to be attended early this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was totally bored today so I decided to&amp;nbsp;re-watch&amp;nbsp;Johnny's Countdown 2009-2010 Concert and gaining this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table 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/-II1ve8c0WVY/Ttn-HakkZ6I/AAAAAAAABds/DnRdETTpiFg/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-II1ve8c0WVY/Ttn-HakkZ6I/AAAAAAAABds/DnRdETTpiFg/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do me"&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's a joke. If you get it, let me tell you this; you're dirty minded people. Haha. :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm kinda lifeless right now. Since my jobs had finished at this moment, I'll just kill time by re-watching Cartoon KAT-TUN, again. Later. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ - KAT-TUN - Neiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps; So if I tuck my hair on my left side using my right hand, will you really fall in love with me? ;D For every truth you tell, thank you!&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/8606098083116712450-964562961584625353?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/964562961584625353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/964562961584625353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/964562961584625353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-about-easy.html' title='Something about: Easy?'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-II1ve8c0WVY/Ttn-HakkZ6I/AAAAAAAABds/DnRdETTpiFg/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-378962345172132551</id><published>2011-11-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:00:08.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXaOAq1Vfu8/Ts4sNtLUK6I/AAAAAAAABcM/_4UlRmOcR1U/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXaOAq1Vfu8/Ts4sNtLUK6I/AAAAAAAABcM/_4UlRmOcR1U/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeDUlMlvOCI/Ts4saTtjzqI/AAAAAAAABcU/VkGSp9M1P2A/s1600/Untitled2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeDUlMlvOCI/Ts4saTtjzqI/AAAAAAAABcU/VkGSp9M1P2A/s400/Untitled2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtQjuzypcS8/Ts4s8Gwb-eI/AAAAAAAABdU/WUPNW52NFQo/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-06-21-16h16m34s225.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtQjuzypcS8/Ts4s8Gwb-eI/AAAAAAAABdU/WUPNW52NFQo/s400/vlcsnap-2011-06-21-16h16m34s225.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think. Feel. Ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-378962345172132551?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/378962345172132551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/378962345172132551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/378962345172132551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-wordless-wednesday.html' title='HF; Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OXaOAq1Vfu8/Ts4sNtLUK6I/AAAAAAAABcM/_4UlRmOcR1U/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1184332612380773726</id><published>2011-11-29T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:47:21.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Stickwitu</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You must love someone, not because you want them to love you too. But rather, you love them simply because, you have decided to do so, with no regrets."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear, red didn't suits you. But you're still the one that I'm stuck with since our first encounter. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K1uNjmxJQUo?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ - Pussycat Dolls - Stickwitu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1184332612380773726?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1184332612380773726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-stickwitu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1184332612380773726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1184332612380773726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-stickwitu.html' title='Something about: Stickwitu'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K1uNjmxJQUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2302079775604484460</id><published>2011-11-28T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:27:58.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Zippo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just look at your fingers; mesmerized by the way you flick your&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zippo"&gt;Zippo&lt;/a&gt; and start smoking. Inhale. Exhale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had always hate smoker since I just can't stand smokes surrounding me and filling my system but when I with you, such feelings disappears without any trace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You take another cigarettes after you finished. You start to flick Zippo to make fire for your cigarettes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it flicks something inside me, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmaJy7DmWtA/TtKOJN2JazI/AAAAAAAABdk/ZEGN--wIXXs/s1600/ZIPPO_Lighter_24339_Golden_Butterfly_Satin_Chrome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmaJy7DmWtA/TtKOJN2JazI/AAAAAAAABdk/ZEGN--wIXXs/s200/ZIPPO_Lighter_24339_Golden_Butterfly_Satin_Chrome.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://unioncameraltd.en.alibaba.com/product/256154784-209497812/ZIPPO_Lighter_24339_Golden_Butterfly_Satin_Chrome.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ps; my first love is a zippo lover! :D&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/8606098083116712450-2302079775604484460?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2302079775604484460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-zippo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2302079775604484460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2302079775604484460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-zippo.html' title='HF; Zippo.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmaJy7DmWtA/TtKOJN2JazI/AAAAAAAABdk/ZEGN--wIXXs/s72-c/ZIPPO_Lighter_24339_Golden_Butterfly_Satin_Chrome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-228283738283450563</id><published>2011-11-26T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:27:36.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Yokai Ningen Bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm selfish. But I can't help it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-228283738283450563?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/228283738283450563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-hurts-to-love-someone-and-not-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/228283738283450563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/228283738283450563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-hurts-to-love-someone-and-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1571924126123373452</id><published>2011-11-26T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:22:46.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: November.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking all over my blog and realization kicked me. How lifeless I am during November? Haha. Four more days before November ends and I only have 10 posts (including this post). What happen to me actually? Really, is having a broken heart makes me lose all muse to write? -.-;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, ignore that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kinda blogwalking once in a while (which truthfully, a very rare event to me) and stumble upon a post about stalker. As I reading it, I'll be back to an event happen to me before. As I'll put it into words. "birthday disaster".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know forgiving never equals to letting go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You did it, you bear it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be a proper human, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Yu-Yu - Kimi to Zutto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1571924126123373452?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1571924126123373452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1571924126123373452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1571924126123373452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-november.html' title='Something about: November.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8662899490111339556</id><published>2011-11-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:31:43.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Latest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, lots of things had been settled down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few things makes me sad, because how it is too hard for me but eventually - Alhamdulillah - things getting better. :) This week really had put me on the verge, that I think I almost break inside. I just feel it is needed to express my gratitude for knowing great people around me that not hesitate to help me when I'm in need. It makes me happy to knows that no matter how hard it is, I'm not alone. To know that someones actually cares makes me happy. I might be fussy as a human, but I don't think it takes lots of effort to make me happy. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next. New semester just started this week, but the pressure of things already consume my mind. Maybe that's what I need, distraction from things hat hurts me too much at this moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kinda have a talk with a friend about gentleman earlier. And it makes me remember about how guys always misinterpret the word 'gentleman' in girl's eyes. It funny how people from both gender could argue about it continuously, you know? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Akanishi Jin feat Jason Derulo - Test Drive&lt;br /&gt;ps; this was kinda short because I'm facing a conflict of trust over someone. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-8662899490111339556?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8662899490111339556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-latest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8662899490111339556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8662899490111339556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-latest.html' title='Something about: Latest.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3877514414003199467</id><published>2011-11-21T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:03:44.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycFXA8c_JYw/TsovBqpTrzI/AAAAAAAABcE/EKNIkDXYwaI/s1600/296090_218002868272058_148382251900787_601505_179754067_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycFXA8c_JYw/TsovBqpTrzI/AAAAAAAABcE/EKNIkDXYwaI/s640/296090_218002868272058_148382251900787_601505_179754067_n.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*heart*♥♥♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture stolen from &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/JinAkanishiMusic"&gt;here ^_^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a Japanese single from him in the next month. The covers were so pretty. Seasons. 春. 夏. 秋. 冬. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Nakamura Ataru - Tomodachi no Uta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3877514414003199467?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3877514414003199467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3877514414003199467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3877514414003199467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-you.html' title='Something about: YOU!'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycFXA8c_JYw/TsovBqpTrzI/AAAAAAAABcE/EKNIkDXYwaI/s72-c/296090_218002868272058_148382251900787_601505_179754067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4591734275198146642</id><published>2011-11-16T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:55:56.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Flamboyant of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You lead me to a place that I know by heart. Our place, where we could hide from the world -&lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;- for hours and just stay besides each other without even a word exchange between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we getting closer, I gasp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You turn and smile –I like to think it as bright as sun, I know it’s childish but still- and I can’t help but smiles back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There, our place was decorated with balloons –vibrant colours, I notice- all over the place and each one of it written '&lt;i&gt;I ♥ U&lt;/i&gt;'. Your own handwriting on each of the vibrant colours balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I look directly into your eyes, dark and full of love. "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You’re blushing, deep crimson red and I can’t help but falling harder to you. "Happy birthday. I want to do something special for you, but I don’t know what should I do and this idea suddenly comes into me and-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I love you too." I cut your words as I realized that you started rambling incoherently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Come again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I love you too." I repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-4591734275198146642?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4591734275198146642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-flamboyant-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4591734275198146642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4591734275198146642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-flamboyant-of-love.html' title='HF; Flamboyant of Love'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-780935847429233759</id><published>2011-11-14T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:01:37.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Concussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I really am trying to put up proper update, or at least something on&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/search/label/heart%27s%20fragment" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;HF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but the only things that come across my brain is "&lt;i&gt;Mine all mine till the end of time&lt;/i&gt;" chanted repeatedly inside. I don't know what possessed me, but that is the only thing that come out each time I start to type on Words. Haha. =.=; Seriously, that is definitely not normal, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Or maybe, I'm just ohsem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz-DIQPAc58/TsCvosIx_gI/AAAAAAAABbs/JqJcPq-nMTg/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-03-09h31m58s137.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz-DIQPAc58/TsCvosIx_gI/AAAAAAAABbs/JqJcPq-nMTg/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-03-09h31m58s137.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no one in this entire universe is ohsem than Hyde-san for being that creative. &amp;nbsp;"Futon!" :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;L'Arc en Ciel for life! Haha~ *random*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NUEtuR3l9g/TsCxk8CS6wI/AAAAAAAABb0/Vd83csPnHQ0/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-03-09h32m01s169.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NUEtuR3l9g/TsCxk8CS6wI/AAAAAAAABb0/Vd83csPnHQ0/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-03-09h32m01s169.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a bending Kamenashi is putting images on my hentai brain. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, those images was taken randomly by me because I was too bored and need to do something to kill my time in hand. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other side. I kinda realized that sometimes we tried to hard not to forget things but in the end we still did. And sometimes we really want to erased things from the memory but it stay. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(Unless you're being like an ordinary guy that have auto-delete in their mind or somethings, but that's not the case, so~)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It makes things harder at times, but then memories stay for reasons. Or so I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss ayaka and her musics. :( *random*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Judy&amp;amp;Mary - Sobakasu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-780935847429233759?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/780935847429233759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-concussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/780935847429233759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/780935847429233759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-concussion.html' title='Something about: Concussion'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz-DIQPAc58/TsCvosIx_gI/AAAAAAAABbs/JqJcPq-nMTg/s72-c/vlcsnap-2011-11-03-09h31m58s137.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4166608872769912387</id><published>2011-11-11T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:55:20.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about; say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was browsing through my collection when I accidentally stumble upon a song from years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sotsugyou ~sayonara wa ashita no tame ni~&lt;/i&gt; from Tackey &amp;amp; Tsubasa, but the one that I save was from Shounen Club which the singers would be long list if I decided to put in here. Haha. Well, there're &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KAT-TUN"&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Ikuta_Toma"&gt;Ikuta Toma&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamashita_Tomohisa"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A.B.C-Z"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hasegawa_Jun"&gt;Hasegawa Jun&lt;/a&gt; (I tried google about him but pictures shows &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?q=hasegawa+jun&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;biw=1113&amp;amp;bih=621&amp;amp;prmd=imvns&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbo=u&amp;amp;source=univ&amp;amp;ei=8zy9Tt26IIKviQfuzaykBQ&amp;amp;ved=0CB4QsAQ"&gt;Hasegawa Jun the model&lt;/a&gt;. sharing the same name definitely not fun! =.=;) All of them were so young. Even Kamenashi was still in his boyish hair. *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, found this on youtube (well, where else, right~) and decided to put it here on my blog. This song was so deep. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l-RC6yWqOys?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah. I miss someone. Hm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FktiKdEs8mw/Tr07u6Na8aI/AAAAAAAABbk/rMJ4sdt-MUA/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-11-11h22m52s193.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FktiKdEs8mw/Tr07u6Na8aI/AAAAAAAABbk/rMJ4sdt-MUA/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-11-11h22m52s193.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy? No - not him. I never met him even. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Some might have known that I had fall in love. But then, I guess some things were just out of our control, eh~? Since the feelings had already passed the four month given time and I don't know what should I do about it. It might be easier if it really is crash and burn as I would like to put it, but it grows and turns complicated somewhere. Tangled and twisted as per se. Haha. But then, as usual, I'll live. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I just hope that the college application plea will give me answer as soon as possible. I might need to live outside from campus for a little while, but I do hope that I won't be doing so for the whole semester. That will cost a lot of money. -.-; And to think that I only have roughly MYR700+ until the next loan get into my account. The biggest worried would be the fees. OMG, I'm just a student, why need to make me think so much of moneyyyyy???!!! And to think I just plan to buy new clothes - it all goes burn to pay the rent house(oh, this is the worst case situation, still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫ Tackey &amp;amp; Tsubasa - Sotsugyou ~sayonara wa ashita no tame ni~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;someone had just asks me, will the love renew over time? - the answer is no. apart of it is because of ego, while the rest just says it's not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4166608872769912387?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4166608872769912387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4166608872769912387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4166608872769912387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-say.html' title='Something about; say'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l-RC6yWqOys/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-5585946845517955449</id><published>2011-11-11T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T22:28:59.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We don't choose people to fall in love to;&lt;br /&gt;our heart did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-5585946845517955449?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/5585946845517955449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-dont-choose-people-to-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5585946845517955449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5585946845517955449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-dont-choose-people-to-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8894653031577404043</id><published>2011-11-09T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:09:48.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Fangirl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I am such a fangirl - I had waited for hours since early this morning for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jin_Akanishi"&gt;Jin Akanishi&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/JinAkanishiMusic?sk=app_196506863720166"&gt;UStream live&lt;/a&gt; at his &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/JinAkanishiMusic"&gt;facebook page&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. I'm soooo happy that all of us (read; fans) able to actually interact with him, live! *happy* This was held for fans after the launch of his US debut single, Test Drive (which for the record, I love the song!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These two pictures are the only pictures that I somehow managed to take because I was too stuck reading the fans comments and question. Taken after the session is finish, I think that they are fooling around because before that, there's fans asking will they kiss when they're putting the figure here and there while adjusting and readjusting the cameras.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, the figure's is kissing. Hihi! I think these were cute. Don't you? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUifPgbQdk/Trn-4HcLIpI/AAAAAAAABa8/Z6cIlnrytho/s1600/jin+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUifPgbQdk/Trn-4HcLIpI/AAAAAAAABa8/Z6cIlnrytho/s640/jin+01.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kissu~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIecy4As4Bk/Trn_Gnr64yI/AAAAAAAABbE/jz4brV0y0o4/s1600/jin+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIecy4As4Bk/Trn_Gnr64yI/AAAAAAAABbE/jz4brV0y0o4/s640/jin+02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuuuuu~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes, the only thing that kinda annoying (but kinda expected, too) is that Akanishi once again appear with fedora and uber huge sunglasses. Haha. I'm not going to condemn his fashion sense or whatsoever, but really, it does feels nice when us (read; fans) could see his face thoroughly -no fedora, no sunglasses, no bangs, no whatsoever that cover his face- because you know...we human communicate better with face-to-face conversation? Okay, I know I'm being incoherent, but truthfully, I just love his beauty mark (read; mole) beside his right eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtsjxJJgk8E/Trn4Hta0jpI/AAAAAAAABas/anUfldSDS10/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtsjxJJgk8E/Trn4Hta0jpI/AAAAAAAABas/anUfldSDS10/s400/Capture.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definition of mole. Haha. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, let's just say I miss seeing his face like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNdA9crCBCU/Trn6gRrQhQI/AAAAAAAABa0/bLuSplivkDA/s1600/i24zs3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="495" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNdA9crCBCU/Trn6gRrQhQI/AAAAAAAABa0/bLuSplivkDA/s640/i24zs3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While this is just a pure spam! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvVoFNDZSjI/TroFF1hylAI/AAAAAAAABbM/2S1KlH8CFpY/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-09-12h34m42s53.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvVoFNDZSjI/TroFF1hylAI/AAAAAAAABbM/2S1KlH8CFpY/s640/vlcsnap-2011-11-09-12h34m42s53.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3_NdK-kWw4/TroG8z9pauI/AAAAAAAABbU/OV5UdQonwGk/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-09-12h34m48s111.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x3_NdK-kWw4/TroG8z9pauI/AAAAAAAABbU/OV5UdQonwGk/s640/vlcsnap-2011-11-09-12h34m48s111.png" width="640" /&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/-9haN7Slltbc/TroIb-I4i4I/AAAAAAAABbc/NNfbo_XpJkU/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-11-09-12h34m55s188.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9haN7Slltbc/TroIb-I4i4I/AAAAAAAABbc/NNfbo_XpJkU/s640/vlcsnap-2011-11-09-12h34m55s188.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken by me from the musicvideo "Test Drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK6vPdsWcy0"&gt;Jin Akanishi feat Jason Derulo - Test Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps; I really want to embedded the music video here on my blog, but after watching it thoroughly and contemplating for quite some time, I decided just to leave the link and not embedded here. *am looking for pillow to cover her face* Haha. -.-; Well, let sum it as Akanishi and blondie is not a very great combination - to me at least.&amp;nbsp;&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/8606098083116712450-8894653031577404043?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8894653031577404043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-fangirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8894653031577404043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8894653031577404043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-fangirl.html' title='Something about: Fangirl.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxUifPgbQdk/Trn-4HcLIpI/AAAAAAAABa8/Z6cIlnrytho/s72-c/jin+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-5678608382864829598</id><published>2011-11-08T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:32:11.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about; Murderous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;warning; This is an another emo post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I could turn back time, I would gladly screams out my thought until certain people decided that I was indeed, &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;. Rather than listen to other's thought to agree to that certain someone and regretting how things end up today. It's quite a f*cked up situation right now. Yesterday, I was so close to spit on someone's face, or taking a knife and stab someone's heart at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know when, but somehow I rather let mistakes happen rather than listen to certain someone's word and end up hurt. It just; I rather hurt because of my decision compared with other's. Because I know that &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; is my choice. Could you imagine being in a position where you just follows someone's direction and things just go wrong and you look at that certain person, you don't know if you could forgive them for how f*ucked up things were to you at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I write this thoughts of mine, I'm crying hard. Because I can't stop thinking about death right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The feels of self-loathed is consuming me greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If one day I could fled from this, I think I won't ever turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|] ._. [|) ♪♫~~ Shayne Ward - No Promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-5678608382864829598?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/5678608382864829598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-murderous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5678608382864829598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5678608382864829598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-about-murderous.html' title='Something about; Murderous.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4362440307242802548</id><published>2011-11-01T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:48:54.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; to and fro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You boasted up that one day you’ll be a proud owner of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stradivarius"&gt;Stradivarius&lt;/a&gt;, when you’re taking a short break from the practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just smile and nodded upon your words, because I know how passionate you are about them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I think that you valued it much more than you valued the time -very little time- that we could always spend together considering how busy we are with our own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it’s okay; what type of person I am if I can’t understand such feelings, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truthfully, I just hate the sounds of violin as it never fails to make me cry. And looking at you right now, performing with it all alone, I can’t help but letting my tears falls freely. Somehow I want you to know, but you never tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-4362440307242802548?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4362440307242802548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-to-and-fro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4362440307242802548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4362440307242802548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/11/hf-to-and-fro.html' title='HF; to and fro'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7057397481414430637</id><published>2011-10-31T07:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:12:11.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Distress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so stressed out lately. Crankier than usual. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I kinda de-stress by re-watching my huge collection of Cartoon KAT-TUN and up until now, I had finished of the 10th episode with "Smile Athlete" segment and "DAT-TUN5 with &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Maya_Miki"&gt;Maya Miki&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Put out link of Maya Miki because I'm just a fan of her. Hihi! :D&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt;, had make me laugh until cries because &lt;i&gt;it is just damn funny&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Caps are from the punishment, because this is the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt;! Haha. Poor 'em all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAnaRlBB5jQ/Tq3RDa0c5tI/AAAAAAAABWg/7V5LCGICqT8/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h13m32s210.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAnaRlBB5jQ/Tq3RDa0c5tI/AAAAAAAABWg/7V5LCGICqT8/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h13m32s210.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nakamaru 'no smile' and tickled. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SC3OtG3P2iM/Tq3RWTd2SuI/AAAAAAAABWo/rqhEuZdW9oc/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h14m57s41.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SC3OtG3P2iM/Tq3RWTd2SuI/AAAAAAAABWo/rqhEuZdW9oc/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h14m57s41.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ueda 'no smile' and he's tickled too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B19WX2nNDb0/Tq3Sz62_D7I/AAAAAAAABWw/Nokdk9vrHBk/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h17m16s145.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B19WX2nNDb0/Tq3Sz62_D7I/AAAAAAAABWw/Nokdk9vrHBk/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h17m16s145.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the same goes to Tanaka.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evLR6RQuOmk/Tq3TCGGPl2I/AAAAAAAABW4/_c4Zjf6BGQc/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h17m22s204.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evLR6RQuOmk/Tq3TCGGPl2I/AAAAAAAABW4/_c4Zjf6BGQc/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h17m22s204.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one is just pure LOL-able because see that? The thing that bind his hand somehow fails to do its job properly. :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chWXXFB9CpI/Tq3TzFpSzWI/AAAAAAAABXA/BJ6eh6H5Xbw/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m18s196.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-chWXXFB9CpI/Tq3TzFpSzWI/AAAAAAAABXA/BJ6eh6H5Xbw/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m18s196.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the worse, the oh-so-ever-stoic Kamenashi that somehow didn't laugh when he actually being tickled.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y_dcs33XZA/Tq3UFuOwRdI/AAAAAAAABXI/NcxOM3WHKR4/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m21s223.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y_dcs33XZA/Tq3UFuOwRdI/AAAAAAAABXI/NcxOM3WHKR4/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m21s223.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I start to doubt that he is a human.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiyDWnpqOhw/Tq3UrkrmbjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9SR0iH54Vng/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m25s3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiyDWnpqOhw/Tq3UrkrmbjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9SR0iH54Vng/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m25s3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because really - Look what he said! :O&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msWGSgiTl8Y/Tq3U9ra6LhI/AAAAAAAABXY/qF0q6PIzpGQ/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m48s238.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-msWGSgiTl8Y/Tq3U9ra6LhI/AAAAAAAABXY/qF0q6PIzpGQ/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h26m48s238.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winner is Akanishi. This is around 2007. No caps for Akanishi because he just smirks all the way that is too creepy to me. And no Taguchi too because he kinda plain boring in this. *meanie* Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, there. This is how I'll spend my holiday thoroughly if there's no one is willing to kidnap me from my house. Haha. =.=;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ KAT-TUN - Utai Tsudzukeru Toki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7057397481414430637?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7057397481414430637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-distress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7057397481414430637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7057397481414430637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-distress.html' title='Something about: Distress'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAnaRlBB5jQ/Tq3RDa0c5tI/AAAAAAAABWg/7V5LCGICqT8/s72-c/vlcsnap-2011-10-31-06h13m32s210.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8056645474812322547</id><published>2011-10-31T05:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:52:40.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Q; past</title><content type='html'>We tend to take little things lightly,&lt;br /&gt;and ending up regretting&amp;nbsp;uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You knew it, you've expected it to happen anyway, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that didn't mean when it happen it'll hurt any less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sometimes, you just can't bring yourself to actually care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You just being careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/8606098083116712450-8056645474812322547?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8056645474812322547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/q-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8056645474812322547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8056645474812322547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/q-past.html' title='Q; past'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-5110953366213596301</id><published>2011-10-30T05:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:19:22.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: plight distress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was fooling around with functions on my laptop. So I kinda try to have fun recording my voice singing *something* and it turns out that I kinda hate myself for doing that. Haha. I sounds like a kid! *stress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm feeling so down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because seriously - I am a 19 years old that sounds like...12? Arghhhhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(|].~_~.[|) ♪♫~~ Ueda Tatsuya - Love in Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-5110953366213596301?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/5110953366213596301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-plight-distress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5110953366213596301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5110953366213596301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-plight-distress.html' title='Something about: plight distress'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6558996510804109461</id><published>2011-10-29T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T05:43:48.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A part of yourself think &lt;i&gt;it is&lt;/i&gt; okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a process that need to be through by everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You thought that you would be able to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yet years had passed and you had not been able to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-6558996510804109461?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6558996510804109461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6558996510804109461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6558996510804109461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-never.html' title='HF; Never.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8625597867458460598</id><published>2011-10-25T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:50:36.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if one day I wake up with you behind me, spooning me while I’m sleeping and smiles plastered on your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if we grow old together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if we fall in and fall out of love, yet still together because we know it is the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if despite all the differences between us, we feels like we have lots in common. Just because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if we are just, happy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamenashi Kazuya &amp;amp; Taguchi Junnosuke – Special Happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FOhFQu9Q3Vo?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Nandemo nai sasayaka na koto sae tokubetsu na shiawase"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even the littlest things are a special happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~Kamenashi kazuya &amp;amp; Taguchi Junnosuke - Special &amp;nbsp;Happiness~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps; lyrics &amp;amp; translation comes from &lt;a href="http://www.kiwi-musume.com/lyrics/kat-tun/bestofkat-tun/specialhappiness.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;another thing, i kinda having hard time right now. i don't know how possible to look at someone and knows that i hate that person. i hate when my heart is full of hatred, it makes me not being my usual self. oh, and this rambling got nothing to do with the fragment above. haha. =,=;&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/8606098083116712450-8625597867458460598?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8625597867458460598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8625597867458460598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8625597867458460598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-little.html' title='HF; Little'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FOhFQu9Q3Vo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-379369176540025666</id><published>2011-10-25T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:24:51.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Waltz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s a ball. You and I dancing together, swaying in rhythm with the music, waltzing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it is the time that we changing partner as it is the rule. It’s is waltz, after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I turn around as I waltzing with my new partner, looking around for you and your current partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart swells in happiness seeing that you are looking at me at the moment, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deep within me, I know that you’re happy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because we know when the time had come, we’ll be together – &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps; life is like waltz. We dance. We change partners. We meet new people. Destiny had been set for us for the future. Why afraid? Do the best and &lt;b&gt;regret nothing&lt;/b&gt;. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-379369176540025666?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/379369176540025666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-waltz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/379369176540025666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/379369176540025666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-waltz.html' title='HF; Waltz.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3841073680426303346</id><published>2011-10-21T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:40:20.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu Tentang; Kediaman Encik Haji Mohamad Arifin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amaran; entri ini penuh gambar. Lebih dari 30 gambar disertakan dalam entri ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, ini semua yang akan dijumpai jika anda melawat rumah ini. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdnK5xQpjrw/TqA7vtXQFeI/AAAAAAAABOY/VtKju3POZk4/s1600/belimbing+1+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdnK5xQpjrw/TqA7vtXQFeI/AAAAAAAABOY/VtKju3POZk4/s320/belimbing+1+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini pokok belimbing. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wfx5BzGrD8A/TqA-t7OTEVI/AAAAAAAABOg/dPCrZHpI-M4/s1600/belimbing+1+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wfx5BzGrD8A/TqA-t7OTEVI/AAAAAAAABOg/dPCrZHpI-M4/s320/belimbing+1+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsUYf8f5LUs/TqBCKi0sLQI/AAAAAAAABOo/EHScS9g7xak/s1600/belimbing+1+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsUYf8f5LUs/TqBCKi0sLQI/AAAAAAAABOo/EHScS9g7xak/s320/belimbing+1+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belimbing, kecil lagi. Comel, kan?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN1-wDOWpvI/TqBFdN0n0nI/AAAAAAAABOw/L_gfycfEhf0/s1600/belimbing+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AN1-wDOWpvI/TqBFdN0n0nI/AAAAAAAABOw/L_gfycfEhf0/s320/belimbing+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni pun pokok belimbing jugak, tapi baka yang lain.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9710vLR8Q4/TqBHHosGoJI/AAAAAAAABO4/-SF9wm6x9Rw/s1600/beri+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9710vLR8Q4/TqBHHosGoJI/AAAAAAAABO4/-SF9wm6x9Rw/s320/beri+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini sejenis beri.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2MmFHLNFyw/TqBJf7FbRMI/AAAAAAAABPA/HpynF93anJ4/s1600/beri+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2MmFHLNFyw/TqBJf7FbRMI/AAAAAAAABPA/HpynF93anJ4/s320/beri+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0y08ASBnSk/TqBMWVAdUeI/AAAAAAAABPI/Mgm8WqM7zAs/s1600/beri+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0y08ASBnSk/TqBMWVAdUeI/AAAAAAAABPI/Mgm8WqM7zAs/s320/beri+3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banyaknyeeeeeee~ =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--98tNY3WbCc/TqBOU36afwI/AAAAAAAABPQ/As1dbezpXxc/s1600/beri+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--98tNY3WbCc/TqBOU36afwI/AAAAAAAABPQ/As1dbezpXxc/s320/beri+4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa3Q4ouCMYs/TqBRCStjpMI/AAAAAAAABPY/EQA5P0ple2w/s1600/beri+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa3Q4ouCMYs/TqBRCStjpMI/AAAAAAAABPY/EQA5P0ple2w/s320/beri+5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muda-muda lagi. Belum masak ni. Hoho~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmlB_Sidc7E/TqBUzvaWeCI/AAAAAAAABPo/psMQW0Ub7f0/s1600/beri+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmlB_Sidc7E/TqBUzvaWeCI/AAAAAAAABPo/psMQW0Ub7f0/s320/beri+7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaEX6qTn5iY/TqBS1tMgEkI/AAAAAAAABPg/hPHFYgXUEC8/s1600/beri+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KaEX6qTn5iY/TqBS1tMgEkI/AAAAAAAABPg/hPHFYgXUEC8/s320/beri+6.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inilah pokok beri tu. Hihi!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4JUyFI5Ibg/TqBWlMsY-jI/AAAAAAAABPw/Z4NwrVc7p14/s1600/durian+belanda.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4JUyFI5Ibg/TqBWlMsY-jI/AAAAAAAABPw/Z4NwrVc7p14/s320/durian+belanda.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini pokok durian belanda. Tapi masih kecil.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27oF1DCicbA/TqBZDhi-P-I/AAAAAAAABP4/eITb8wEdYGs/s1600/kedondong.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27oF1DCicbA/TqBZDhi-P-I/AAAAAAAABP4/eITb8wEdYGs/s320/kedondong.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini pokok kedondong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPz35F72jFA/TqBbg9iHtzI/AAAAAAAABQA/qEAXR9O-kfU/s1600/limau+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPz35F72jFA/TqBbg9iHtzI/AAAAAAAABQA/qEAXR9O-kfU/s320/limau+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3v3Icd1Yro/TqBeIk91NEI/AAAAAAAABQI/Xka1lIEf3UU/s1600/limau+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3v3Icd1Yro/TqBeIk91NEI/AAAAAAAABQI/Xka1lIEf3UU/s320/limau+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4iMVbhORrpE/TqBgFyUK28I/AAAAAAAABQQ/mMLCYsBJ_Kc/s1600/limau+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4iMVbhORrpE/TqBgFyUK28I/AAAAAAAABQQ/mMLCYsBJ_Kc/s320/limau+3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau tak tahu ini apa, melampau sangat lah tuuuuuu. :P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwySx3MsWtY/TqBicXWh5aI/AAAAAAAABQY/hLCjXRG03YA/s1600/limau+purut.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwySx3MsWtY/TqBicXWh5aI/AAAAAAAABQY/hLCjXRG03YA/s320/limau+purut.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nAzutvnNrs/TqBj8xSJM_I/AAAAAAAABQg/5iA-YSLAiXQ/s1600/orked+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nAzutvnNrs/TqBj8xSJM_I/AAAAAAAABQg/5iA-YSLAiXQ/s320/orked+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhzgt5xCJzc/TqBmf5c80GI/AAAAAAAABQo/eFjLNkUOvEI/s1600/orked+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhzgt5xCJzc/TqBmf5c80GI/AAAAAAAABQo/eFjLNkUOvEI/s320/orked+2.JPG" width="240" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnFHTw6M7M/TqBoqXAfsnI/AAAAAAAABQw/jfPQAkjLD3s/s1600/orked+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OnFHTw6M7M/TqBoqXAfsnI/AAAAAAAABQw/jfPQAkjLD3s/s320/orked+3.JPG" width="240" /&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/-CmpGFvMd8cY/TqBsQT_7uLI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kwsGyGRcS3M/s1600/orked+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmpGFvMd8cY/TqBsQT_7uLI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kwsGyGRcS3M/s320/orked+4.JPG" width="240" /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4mZnWSjevY4/TqBvSm9YoRI/AAAAAAAABRA/bRMWnqTEuS0/s1600/orked+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4mZnWSjevY4/TqBvSm9YoRI/AAAAAAAABRA/bRMWnqTEuS0/s320/orked+5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8NAaZbqhho/TqBzmCcGb8I/AAAAAAAABRI/3-1O_YQnOlQ/s1600/p+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8NAaZbqhho/TqBzmCcGb8I/AAAAAAAABRI/3-1O_YQnOlQ/s320/p+1.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRKyvSdcLKY/TqB2eaTkRTI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Io6bRsla0Gc/s1600/p+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRKyvSdcLKY/TqB2eaTkRTI/AAAAAAAABRQ/Io6bRsla0Gc/s320/p+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMmifz6_ilA/TqB6KNpAXOI/AAAAAAAABRY/2fT07s3YXW8/s1600/pegaga.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMmifz6_ilA/TqB6KNpAXOI/AAAAAAAABRY/2fT07s3YXW8/s320/pegaga.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini pegaga. Sedap woooooo buat ulam. &lt;i&gt;My favourite&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9EVNsU8L6I/TqB785SEA-I/AAAAAAAABRg/JGOReZo-qZc/s1600/petola+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9EVNsU8L6I/TqB785SEA-I/AAAAAAAABRg/JGOReZo-qZc/s320/petola+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang menjalar ni petola. Tapi belum keluar isi lagi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQc9U6uhWYU/TqCASfl7wfI/AAAAAAAABRo/4zVXzS6S4XA/s1600/petola+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQc9U6uhWYU/TqCASfl7wfI/AAAAAAAABRo/4zVXzS6S4XA/s320/petola+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o98nkBkNIU/TqCDNbV0DEI/AAAAAAAABRw/VmcPravRllQ/s1600/pisang.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o98nkBkNIU/TqCDNbV0DEI/AAAAAAAABRw/VmcPravRllQ/s320/pisang.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pisang.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, ulang tahun Umar dah lepas hampir seminggu. Tapi beberapa hari ni akan berada di Johor. Ni hadiah untuk dia! :D&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/-MkSUX4gCRls/TqCLxafoi5I/AAAAAAAABSA/cDdiVEc3ibQ/s1600/umar+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkSUX4gCRls/TqCLxafoi5I/AAAAAAAABSA/cDdiVEc3ibQ/s320/umar+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQakw3ueyW8/TqCWIXTnM0I/AAAAAAAABSQ/4mr4Koaf3DA/s1600/umar+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQakw3ueyW8/TqCWIXTnM0I/AAAAAAAABSQ/4mr4Koaf3DA/s320/umar+4.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/-q_b5180sBQc/TqCY0D3N1EI/AAAAAAAABSY/_wKcwTQLyy8/s1600/umar+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_b5180sBQc/TqCY0D3N1EI/AAAAAAAABSY/_wKcwTQLyy8/s320/umar+5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWt1HskCNGY/TqCeHwfXKwI/AAAAAAAABSg/v39DFfbTdKg/s1600/umar+6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWt1HskCNGY/TqCeHwfXKwI/AAAAAAAABSg/v39DFfbTdKg/s320/umar+6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, abaikan mak su dia yang tak pandai nak balut hadiah ni, yee? Haha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam keluar &lt;i&gt;shopping&lt;/i&gt;. Tengok laaaaa mak bagi beli apaaaaa~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYD92SUKs04/TqCeRyfPHII/AAAAAAAABSo/5FQXvnoMtag/s1600/lotte+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYD92SUKs04/TqCeRyfPHII/AAAAAAAABSo/5FQXvnoMtag/s320/lotte+%25282%2529.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pniPMXhJJdc/TqCeXoNEwoI/AAAAAAAABSw/RKf9-xtv6mY/s1600/lotte+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pniPMXhJJdc/TqCeXoNEwoI/AAAAAAAABSw/RKf9-xtv6mY/s320/lotte+%25285%2529.JPG" width="239" /&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/-PgZ3gUru0Jg/TqCedGFo8jI/AAAAAAAABS4/0XooLaAZfns/s1600/lotte+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgZ3gUru0Jg/TqCedGFo8jI/AAAAAAAABS4/0XooLaAZfns/s320/lotte+%25286%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, dalam banyak-banyak corak koala dalam ni, cuma satu corak je yang ada kening, tau. Tapi belum jumpa lagi laaaaaaaa. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lotte punya adalah &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=lotte%20koala's%20march&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;source=og&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi&amp;amp;biw=1157&amp;amp;bih=625"&gt;koala&lt;/a&gt;. Kalau beli Meiji, corak &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;biw=1157&amp;amp;bih=625&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;sa=1&amp;amp;q=meiji+hello+panda&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;panda&lt;/a&gt;. Dua-dua pon sedap; dua-dua pon comel! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Kamenashi Kazuya - 00'00'16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3841073680426303346?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3841073680426303346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesuatu-tentang-kediaman-encik-haji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3841073680426303346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3841073680426303346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesuatu-tentang-kediaman-encik-haji.html' title='Sesuatu Tentang; Kediaman Encik Haji Mohamad Arifin.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdnK5xQpjrw/TqA7vtXQFeI/AAAAAAAABOY/VtKju3POZk4/s72-c/belimbing+1+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4105383519553531037</id><published>2011-10-19T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:18:53.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><title type='text'>HF; Alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sometimes you can't help it." You started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Uh-uh?" I waited, patiently, for you to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You know, sometimes we just wants to hug someone that we love dearly in times when things just too tangled up so that we know that the other is safe. And alive. Just...alive." You continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I kinda understand that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And without warning, your arms already around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The love is too much that it's suffocating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-4105383519553531037?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4105383519553531037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4105383519553531037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4105383519553531037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-alive.html' title='HF; Alive.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-340244648635425610</id><published>2011-10-18T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:48:54.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Smoking - hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This topic was meant to be written around Budget 2012, but I delayed it until today. HAHA. =.=;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do believe lots of us knows that the price of cigarette won't face any increase by next year. Truthfully, I don't even know is it a good thing or not. Somehow I just hope that it will so that less smoker exist in Malaysia. But then, thinking back; smoker is still smoker. Some of they goes to the extend of saving their money from buying foods so that they could buy cigarettes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, given that I grow up in a family where there's no smoker - my father, my brother and even my brother-in-law is not a smoker, I guess it is just understandable why I can't cope much with smokers, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people (even females) think that there's nothing wrong with smoking. I'll said - everything is wrong when you're smoking. I just can't comprehend how you're solving problem while smoking (or even thinking about solving it!). I'm sorry if what I'm writing here hurts anyone feelings, but I just can't help it. Because to me, running away &amp;nbsp;from problem by smoking - there's very small differences with running away from problem using alcohol. My apologize, again, if what I did write is making anyone hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reason, I then compared -thinking- what would happen to Malaysian if we have this type of vending machine here, in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr26o8SCNbA/TpwUNh4Su4I/AAAAAAAABN4/ZuOHY7NZcUE/s1600/tobacco+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr26o8SCNbA/TpwUNh4Su4I/AAAAAAAABN4/ZuOHY7NZcUE/s400/tobacco+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te0MgOj8QZs/TpwVRPWNj2I/AAAAAAAABOA/_dvD7q2nXpw/s1600/tobacco.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-te0MgOj8QZs/TpwVRPWNj2I/AAAAAAAABOA/_dvD7q2nXpw/s400/tobacco.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The two picture above is among many cigarette vending machine that you could found in Japan. No, I'm not trying to point out that Japan is not a good country or anything, I just thinking with the way Malaysia is right now, what would happen if these kind of vending machine exist in my beloved country. To me, the biggest differences about cigarette in Japan and in Malaysia would be the price. Look that the price of cigarettes in the picture, and compare the &lt;a href="http://tanutech.com/japan/jprice.html"&gt;prices of groceries in Japan&lt;/a&gt;. The easiest? Two package of bread is (almost) equal the prick of a pack to cigarette (depend on the brands and the strength of the cigarettes). From as low as 300円&amp;nbsp;, you could get a pack of cigarette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, now. What will happen if Malaysia having these kind of vending machine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SMOKERS GOING TO HAVE GREAT TIME, DUHHHH. =.=; Because it is more convenient that way, having such machine around. Machine works 24-hours everyday - compared to shops. And it is not only that. Just imagine how much money could government makes out of these cigarette's taxes. It's easier to buy equals to more people buys equals to more income for the government. Splendid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it definitely become worse for people that suffocated because of smoke - like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing about cigarettes makes me remember our talk in English class. Our lecturer basically saying that smoking can't be bad because if it is, it definitely is banned here. It makes me think about lots of things, actually. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people think that they're looking smokin' hot while smoking. Let me show you something. Unless you're able to surpass him, you don't deserve thinking yourself as smokin' hot. THIS is what smokin' hot means;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEAamDo-ImA/TpwaQzxXaXI/AAAAAAAABOI/1KS69eLKUGE/s1600/jin+an+an.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEAamDo-ImA/TpwaQzxXaXI/AAAAAAAABOI/1KS69eLKUGE/s640/jin+an+an.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnCc8iS5Rz4/TpwagihBhlI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eI-O0_g1ml4/s1600/popeye08077jin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xnCc8iS5Rz4/TpwagihBhlI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eI-O0_g1ml4/s640/popeye08077jin.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DARE? It's a challenge. Nyahahaaaaaa~ &amp;lt;--- its the kind of laugh that people try to imitate a cat but failed miserably. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Off-topic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just put a header, an ugly one. Made it out of blue after watching the performance Kamenashi Kazuya singing Aishiteirukara during Shounen Club. I kinda miss him. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, some people might have realized (or not) that I just put up few updates with new labels; &lt;a href="http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/search/label/heart%27s%20fragment"&gt;Heart's Fragment&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, it is just things that I write out of blue; a spur of moment thing. You know? Some of it might be something that had happen to me or to someone else, while others is just things that I write thinking of "what-if's". Got the idea of writing things like that after listening to "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kitchen_Musical"&gt;The Kitchen Musical&lt;/a&gt; aired in ntv7. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ KAT-TUN - Water Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-340244648635425610?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/340244648635425610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-smoking-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/340244648635425610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/340244648635425610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-smoking-hot.html' title='Something about: Smoking - hot?'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vr26o8SCNbA/TpwUNh4Su4I/AAAAAAAABN4/ZuOHY7NZcUE/s72-c/tobacco+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-5009949929296138593</id><published>2011-10-17T05:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:45:05.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Cerpen: Perihal Cinta; Sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina cuba mencari semula posisi yang selesa untuk menyambung tidur. Entah kenapa hatinya berdebar-debar malam itu. "Abang…" Qistina menarik lengan pijama suaminya yang sedang tidur sewaktu menyedari sesuatu telah terjadi. "Abang…" Qistina menarik lengan pijama itu dengan lebih kuat apabila Dziyab tidak memberi sebarang respon, tidur dengan nyenyak sekali. "Abang bangun, bang. Qis – Qis rasa Qis nak bersalin dah ni."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepantas kilat Dziyab terjaga dari tidur, duduk dan memandang Qistina yang masih dilihatnya masih bertenang. "Ha?" Dziyab bertanya sedikit bingung, masih tidak dapat memproses kata-kata Qistina dengan tepat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Qis rasa, dah nak sampai masanya. Sakitlah bang…" Adu Qistina setelah yakin dia mengalami sedikit kontraksi yang datang semakin kerap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab menggaru kepalanya yang tidak gatal, cuba berfikir. "Kejap. Abang siapkan Rayyan dulu, lepas ni kita pergi hospital."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina hanya mengangguk. Dia memegang tangan Dziyab. "Jangan lupa &lt;i&gt;call&lt;/i&gt; mama dan papa. Lepas tu bagitau jugak dekat mak dan abah, lepas subuh ke. Lagipun rasanya awal lagi nak &lt;i&gt;deliver&lt;/i&gt; ni." Qistina teringat pengalamannya sewaktu ingin melahirkan Rayyan dahulu, dia mengalami kontraksi selama hampir 24 jam sebelum sampai masanya untuk melahirkan Rayyan. Sempat juga dibawa oleh jururawat untuk berjalan-jalan di sekitar taman hospital untuk memudahkan sewaktu bersalin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sakit tak?"&amp;nbsp;Dziyab bertanya dengan agak bimbang melihatkan kerutan di dahi Qistina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina mengangguk. "Sikitlah. Tapi boleh tahan lagi rasanya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab mengucup dahi Qistina sebelum bergerak, bersiap untuk ke hospital panel. Mujurlah ini pengalaman kedua buat mereka khususnya Qistina, membuatkan mereka lebih tenang dalam menangani situasi ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Papa, kenapa dengan mama?" Tanya Rayyan setelah Qistina ditolak ke dewan pembedahan. Tangannya dilingkar ke leher papanya, riak wajahnya bimbang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mama tak apa-apa, sayang. Cuma, Rayyan nak dapat adik." Jawab Dziyab setelah berfikir sejenak. 'Ah, anakku. Fahamkah kau jika papa terangkan?' Dikucup dahi Rayyan yang ketika itu telah melentokkan kepala di bahunya, mengantuk. Dziyab akhirnya duduk di kerusi yang dikhaskan untuk mereka yang menunggu pesakit, membaringkan Rayyan di atas pahanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jujurnya, hatinya berdegup dengan kencang ketika ini. Benar, ini adalah anak kedua mereka. Tetapi pada kelahiran Rayyan, Dziyab hanya sempat sampai setelah Rayyan dilahirkan kerana kapal terbang yang dinaikinya lambat mendarat. Pada ketika itu, dia baru sampai dari Singapura kerana ada urusan kerja di sana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia kembali mendodoikan Rayyan yang bergerak, terganggu tidurnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dziyab?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab mengangkat kepala, memandang kepada bapa dan ibu mertuanya. "Papa, mama." Tangan dihulur kepada mereka untuk bersalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dah lama ke Qis dekat dalam?" Tanya ibu mertuanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab menggeleng. "Baru je. Tak sampai sejam pun lagi. Tapi kontraksi dia makin kerap katanya. Itu yang terus ke hospital."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mama mengangguk, faham. "Kamu tu, dah bagitau ke belum dekat abah dengan mak kamu?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Belum lagi, mama. Qis pesan tadi, bagitau lepas subuh je. Bimbang &lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt; sangat mak dengan abah, takut awal-awal pagi macam ni terus bergerak. Yelah, Seremban dengan KL ni bukan dekat sangat pon." Terang Dziyab panjang lebar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Betul jugak tu. Yelah, nak dapat cucu lagi, kan?" Papa pula menyampuk. Mujur juga mereka tinggal di Lembah Klang, berbanding besannya yang tinggal di Seremban. Sekurang-kurangnya kalau ada apa-apa yang terjadi, mereka sebagai ibu bapa masih dekat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Qis ambil &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epidural#Epidural_analgesia_in_childbirth"&gt;epidural&lt;/a&gt; tak kali ni?" Mama bertanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab mengangguk. "Saya pun kalau boleh tak nak lah dia rasa sakit sangat masa bersalin. Sekurang-kurangnya bila kurang sikit rasa sakit tu, tenaga dia nak meneran nanti lagi banyak. Doktor pun cakap macam tu dekat kami hari tu. Apatah lagi dengan badan Qistina yang tak kuat sangat tu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dua jam berlalu dengan pantas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Encik Dziyab?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab memandang kepada jururawat yang memanggil namanya itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Encik boleh masuk sekarang? Puan Qistina dah bersedia untuk bersalin." Lembut jururawat itu berkata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rayyan diserahkan kepada papa dan mama. Dziyab bergegas mengikut jururawat itu masuk ke dewan pembedahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cepatnya dah sampai masa?" Dziyab bertanya kepada jururawat itu sambil menyarung pakaian hijau yang dihulur jururawat kepadanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh, Puan Qistina beritahu doktor tadi, dia merasakan kontraksi dari semalam sebenarnya. Tapi dia menyangkakan itu hanya &lt;i&gt;false alarm&lt;/i&gt; sahaja. Lagipun, &lt;i&gt;due date&lt;/i&gt; sepatutnya minggu depan, bukan?" Jururawat itu menjawab pertanyaan dengan tenang. "Buat masa ini, doktor baru sahaja memecahkan air ketuban Puan Qistina. Kontraksi semakin kerap, jadi mungkin Puan Qistina akan bersalin sebentar lagi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab mengangguk, faham. Dia mengikuti langkah jururawat itu ke dalam bilik pembedahan, melihat Qistina yang sedang berpeluh-peluh. "Qis…" Segera dia rapat dan memaut tangan Qistina, berharap agar dapat menyalurkan sedikit kekuatan untuk meringankan beban dan kesakitan yang ditanggung Qistina saat itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina senyum, menggenggam erat tangan Dziyab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab mengucup dahi Qistina penuh kasih. "&lt;i&gt;You’re doing just great&lt;/i&gt;, sayang."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina mengangguk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doktor Salina melihat kepada carta kontraksi Qistina yang semakin tinggi. "Baiklah, bila saya suruh teran, tolong teran ya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina hanya meneran sekuat hati seperti yang disuruh Doktor Salina. Mujurlah Dziyab sentiasa di sisi. Entah berapa lama dia menanggung kesakitan, akhirnya bayi perempuan yang dikandungnya lebih kurang Sembilan bulan berjaya dilahirkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Baby&lt;/i&gt; kita dah lahir sayang. &lt;i&gt;Baby&lt;/i&gt; Rania dah lahir." Dziyab kembali mengucup dahi Qistina berkali-kali. Tiada ungkapan yang dapat disusun atas rasa bahagia yang menyelubungi hatinya saat itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina hanya mengangguk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doktor Salina menunjukkan bayi yang baru dilahirkan itu kepada Dziyab. "&lt;i&gt;You got yourself a healthy baby girl&lt;/i&gt;, Encik Dziyab."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab melihat anak perempuannya yang belum lagi dibersihkan ketika itu … sebelum pengsan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina yang kepenatan setelah bertarung nyawa pula tertidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doktor Salina memanggil seorang pembantu perubatan lelaki untuk memapah Dziyab yang masih pengsan keluar dari dewan pembedahan setelah menyerahkan bayi perempuan itu kepada seorang jururawat untuk dibersihkan dan dipindahkan ke wad bayi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Encik Dziyab tak apa-apa ke?" Seorang jururawat bertanya kepada Doktor Salina yang sedang membersihkan diri ketika itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doktor Salina hanya mengangkat bahunya. "&lt;i&gt;Well...&lt;/i&gt;, sekurang-kurangnya dia tak pengsan masa Puan Qistina tengah bersalin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina membuka mata dengan pemandangan Dziyab yang tidur di sisinya dan memegang tangannya. Dia senyum dan menggunakan tangannya yang lain untuk mengusap kepala suaminya. Gerakan yang sedikit itu mengejutkan Dziyab dari lenanya. Qistina hanya senyum apabila Dziyab membantu membetulkan katil agar dia lebih selesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab kembali duduk dan tangannya memaut kedua-dua tangan Qistina sebelum dia mengucupinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Abang dah tengok &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;?" Qistina bertanya setelah lama masing-masing berdiam diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dziyab mengangguk. "Sayang patut tengok Rayyan tadi. Gembira sungguh dia dapat adik. Rania mirip Rayyan masa baru lahir dulu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qistina senyum. "Abang…"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ya?" Dziyab bertanya dengan senyuman yang tidak lekang dari bibirnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Abang pengsan ya tadi?" Qistina bertanya, nakal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/570309530/42cd404a" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerpen ini ditulis sambil mendengar lagu dari Akanishi Jin bertajuk Eternal. Irama yang syahdu, dan lirik yang menyentuh hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなたと共に生きてる　&lt;br /&gt;素敵な笑顔で　胸張って　手をつないで&lt;br /&gt;寄り添って歩いてく　そんな未来を待ってる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anata to tomo ni ikiteru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suteki na egao de, mune hatte, te wo tsunaide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yorisotte aruiteku, sonna mirai wo matteru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A life with together with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With a brilliant smile, with confidence, and hand in hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Together we go forward, I am looking forward to such a future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah yang memberi ilham tentang situasi cerpen ini? Biarlah rahsia, kata kalbu ku. Sejujurnya, aku takut untuk berharap; kerana takut untuk kecewa. Realiti hidup bukan seperti kisah dalam drama, pesan akal ku kepada kalbu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percaya atau tidak jika ku khabarkan untuk menulis kali ini, aku telah membuat sedikit kajian. =.=a Rumit sungguh proses kelahiran ini rupanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Akanishi Jin - Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; lyrics with translation taken &lt;a href="http://rindiggfelt.livejournal.com/194230.html"&gt;from here&lt;/a&gt;. credit to her for the hardwork. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-5009949929296138593?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/5009949929296138593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/cerpen-perihal-cinta-epilog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5009949929296138593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5009949929296138593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/cerpen-perihal-cinta-epilog.html' title='Cerpen: Perihal Cinta; Sequel'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7628162923570355447</id><published>2011-10-16T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:43:49.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>HF; Façade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t even remember how their conversations get into this topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Because to me, love is feeling it surrounding me.” He babbles on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just smiles. “Uh-huh…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Really.” He stirs the bubble tea he has in hand. I just follow his fingers that keeps on stirring his favourites drink; bubble tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;Astonishing.&lt;/i&gt;’ I think. I can’t stop thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m in love. Going to confess to her today.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uh-huh…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He keeps on with the now one-sided conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What types of guy did you think I’ll fall in love with?” I tried to test the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He pulls on a cigarettes and start smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I waited, patiently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It’s hard to tell. But one thing for sure; not a guy like me. Definitely.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;But I already fall in love with you, you fool&lt;/i&gt;.’ I just smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-7628162923570355447?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7628162923570355447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-facade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7628162923570355447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7628162923570355447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-facade.html' title='HF; Façade'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1537841814103200519</id><published>2011-10-16T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:40:49.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart&apos;s fragment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>HF; Stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"But you never asks me one thing." He whisper, slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I turn around. "What?" My voice was barely there, but I know he listened. He always did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Stay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just look at him. Waiting for him to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He breath for few moments. "Stay. You never asks me to stay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anger build up within me, and I start screaming. "You know what? Maybe - &lt;b&gt;just maybe&lt;/b&gt; because I need not you to stay!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He look down, shaking his head, and walk. Away. &lt;i&gt;Not staying&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just look at his retreating back. After make sure that he no longer visible, a tear falls from my eyes. "Maybe... I want you to stay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-1537841814103200519?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1537841814103200519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1537841814103200519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1537841814103200519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/hf-stay.html' title='HF; Stay.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7208385283263850973</id><published>2011-10-14T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:48:50.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Emosi yang berterabur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;amaran; ini entri mengamuk memarah orang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih lah kepada manusia yang agaknya tak cukup cukup lagi nak melakukan benda jahat kat muka bumi ini yang merosakkan emosi aku di awal pagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih lah kerana berjaya membuat aku menyedari aku mampu membenci orang tanpa aku tunjuk kepada dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih lah memberi aku peluang untuk  menjadi pelakon di alam nyata ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bayangkan betapa aku benci kau tapi aku mampu bercakap dengan kau macamlah tiada apa yang pernah terjadi, mampu tersenyum walaupun hati ini masih rabak dengan luka yang kau pernah buat. Bukan dekat aku je, dekat kawan-kawan aku juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku cuma tak mampu nak memproses kenyataan kau boleh bertanya kau buat salah atau tidak sedang sudah terang jelas dan nyata apa yang kau buat itu bukan hanya salah, malahan lebih dari itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih kerana berjaya merosakkan hari aku dengan satu sms sesat itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jangan bimbang, aku takkan buat apa-apa. Sebab aku tahu karma akan datang kepada kau, dan ketika itu, lihatlah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7208385283263850973?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7208385283263850973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesuatu-tentang-emosi-yang-berterabur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7208385283263850973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7208385283263850973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesuatu-tentang-emosi-yang-berterabur.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Emosi yang berterabur.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3550728168786257580</id><published>2011-10-12T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T03:45:23.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Kamenashi-sama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;warning; this post is full of incoherent-ness and bias-ness on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kazuya_Kamenashi"&gt;Kamenashi Kazuya&lt;/a&gt;. There, you've been warned enough. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you be silver-haired and looking hot like him? I bet you can't! :P Well, this time &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kamenashi_Kazuya"&gt;Kamenashi Kazuya&lt;/a&gt; is acting on an anime-based drama, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yokai_Ningen_Bem"&gt;Yokai Ningen Bem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTBfR2VH9Bg/TpSWiAw3FrI/AAAAAAAABNI/P38zitpycV0/s1600/kamenashi+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTBfR2VH9Bg/TpSWiAw3FrI/AAAAAAAABNI/P38zitpycV0/s1600/kamenashi+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT HOT. =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the first time I read about the rumours about this drama, I was like. Fufufufffuuuuuuuu *self-fan*, Kamenashi in silver-hair? =.=a But then I saw pictures, and going like "Hey, it wasn't half as bad I thought it would be. Danm, he actually looking really hot there." =D I know I am biased, but really. Can anyone beat him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yokai Ningen Bem! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table 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/-KgKx1SeBDUw/TpSWvdLPbEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/75Bccl98b80/s1600/Yokai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgKx1SeBDUw/TpSWvdLPbEI/AAAAAAAABNQ/75Bccl98b80/s640/Yokai.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;steal it from &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yokai_Ningen_Bem"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss seeing him in drama. The last time he actually act was being Takano Kyohei in &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamato_Nadeshiko_Shichi_Henge"&gt;Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge&lt;/a&gt;. A drama that really, really funny and one that I'll&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;people to watch it. Because it is damn funny. :D I know I'm being incoherent, so pardon me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember when Nakahara Sunako goes "mabushiii mabushiiii~" and Takano Kyohei wearing this t-shirt written "SENDING LIGHT". How ironic and superbly funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0_3ojk_ggI/TpSWfO6xyhI/AAAAAAAABNA/2UAeVrRwWpw/s1600/kame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0_3ojk_ggI/TpSWfO6xyhI/AAAAAAAABNA/2UAeVrRwWpw/s1600/kame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takano Kyohei in his "SENDING LIGHT" t-shirt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truthfully, I just can't ever let go of this fandom. Being a fan of Kamenashi, I mean - &lt;b&gt;especially&lt;/b&gt;. And then, being a fan of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KAT-TUN"&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/a&gt;. The last two years of high school was quite harsh and very challenging to me, at that time. And because of KAT-TUN, somehow I manage. It's like; an escape when thing is just too hard to handle. KAT-TUN is a breather to me. Then until now. They still is.&amp;nbsp;Lately, I look on &amp;nbsp;pictures of Kamenashi. I could see that he had lose his weigh, quite a lot. I just hope that he's okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Stacie Orrico - Stuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3550728168786257580?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3550728168786257580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-kamenashi-sama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3550728168786257580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3550728168786257580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-kamenashi-sama.html' title='Something about: Kamenashi-sama.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTBfR2VH9Bg/TpSWiAw3FrI/AAAAAAAABNI/P38zitpycV0/s72-c/kamenashi+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7391392578234430746</id><published>2011-10-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:43:58.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu Tentang: 'Update' dari rumah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rumah manis rumah. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertama-tamanya (eh, ada ke perkataan ni?), Alhamdulillah, aku selamat sampai rumah. Perjalanan yang diisi 90% darinya dengan aku tidur. Terlalu penat kerana semalam sebelum bertolak, pelbagai benda yang harus dilaksanakan sebelum boleh berangkat pulang ke Selangor tersayang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ucapan terima kasih yang tidak terhingga kepada &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000170282496"&gt;Kak Pedy&lt;/a&gt; yang sanggup menemani malam tadi dan menghantar ke Stesen Bas Kangar. &lt;i&gt;Love you bunch. xoxo&lt;/i&gt; ♥ Terima kasih juga kepada &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/rremeddy"&gt;encik Remy&lt;/a&gt; yang sudi mengikut kami. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwvZiZvMP20/TpMcIU7b7PI/AAAAAAAABMk/hivyzqwl4SM/s1600/PA090044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwvZiZvMP20/TpMcIU7b7PI/AAAAAAAABMk/hivyzqwl4SM/s1600/PA090044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini Kak Pedy + domokun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rduMncfjEA/TpMcZfb6_oI/AAAAAAAABMo/SMvxz3a3uxo/s1600/PA090046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rduMncfjEA/TpMcZfb6_oI/AAAAAAAABMo/SMvxz3a3uxo/s1600/PA090046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini Encik Remy + domokun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvzFLq9W11g/TpMcnfuRZkI/AAAAAAAABMs/xt5PDvWEqNc/s1600/PA090047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvzFLq9W11g/TpMcnfuRZkI/AAAAAAAABMs/xt5PDvWEqNc/s1600/PA090047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini Encik Remy dan Kak Pedy + domokun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kitano_Kii"&gt;Kitano Kie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;di Malaysia? Berlakon dengan &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Zizan-Raja-Lawak/136509306383173"&gt;Zizan Raja Lawak&lt;/a&gt;? Woah! :O&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/-NDxF1UAwjBk/TpMd2ZrpmWI/AAAAAAAABMw/4R-rDe3vKmw/s1600/PA100048.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDxF1UAwjBk/TpMd2ZrpmWI/AAAAAAAABMw/4R-rDe3vKmw/s1600/PA100048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZJhTITLuNo/TpMel5POmII/AAAAAAAABM0/q8FdiogIHT0/s1600/PA100049.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZJhTITLuNo/TpMel5POmII/AAAAAAAABM0/q8FdiogIHT0/s1600/PA100049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rp9qmsWE9rg/TpMfogkq7-I/AAAAAAAABM4/aR38UI6GW9I/s1600/PA100050.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rp9qmsWE9rg/TpMfogkq7-I/AAAAAAAABM4/aR38UI6GW9I/s1600/PA100050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1gQiF8ccXc/TpMgsAVbhlI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jkj3t3qMboM/s1600/PA100052.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1gQiF8ccXc/TpMgsAVbhlI/AAAAAAAABM8/Jkj3t3qMboM/s1600/PA100052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang boleh cakap apa pun, tapi aku masih suka tengok dia berlakon dalam &lt;a href="http://bandage-movie.jp/"&gt;BANDAGE&lt;/a&gt;. =) Ini &lt;a href="http://ameblo.jp/kie-kitano/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; dia, kalau boleh baca &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanji"&gt;kanji&lt;/a&gt;, untunglah. Sebab tuan punya blog ni hanya boleh baca sikit&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiragana"&gt;hiragana&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;je. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katakana"&gt;Katakana&lt;/a&gt; pon tak lepas. Haih~ =.=;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. Ini cerita lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX8bWvcBBtA/TpMbzU8aMXI/AAAAAAAABMg/uJzfkSB221M/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bX8bWvcBBtA/TpMbzU8aMXI/AAAAAAAABMg/uJzfkSB221M/s1600/Capture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, bagi yang tidak tahu lagi, Nabilah dengan bangganya telah berjaya membuatkan pinggangnya terseliuh semasa mengangkat kotak dalam usahanya mengemas bilik sebelum balik. Haha, gelak jom? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, sebenarnya tengah sakit sampai jalan pon tak betul. Jadi, bila nampak tu tolonglah jangan tegur atau tanya kenapa Nabilah jalan macam tu, yeeee?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Akanishi Jin - BANDAGE&lt;span id="goog_1977432527"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1977432528"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sebenarnya, hati sedang bercelaru. Entah apa yang menggangu pun aku tak tahu. Mungkin berbelah-bahagi lebih tepat. Logik akal menyuruh begini, kata hati pula begitu. Ah, akal dan hati, kenapa tidak boleh bersatu kali ini?&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/8606098083116712450-7391392578234430746?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7391392578234430746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesuatu-tentang-update-dari-rumah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7391392578234430746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7391392578234430746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/sesuatu-tentang-update-dari-rumah.html' title='Sesuatu Tentang: &apos;Update&apos; dari rumah.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwvZiZvMP20/TpMcIU7b7PI/AAAAAAAABMk/hivyzqwl4SM/s72-c/PA090044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2916605687729865593</id><published>2011-10-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:05:22.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Theater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoever thinks that working on theater production is easy should watch this video and think back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you think it's easy to sing together and synchronize with each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you think it's easy to dance together without stumble because it will be damn obvious? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think back. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jADScgQxOSs?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ DreamBoys - Kizuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8606098083116712450-2916605687729865593?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2916605687729865593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-theater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2916605687729865593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2916605687729865593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-theater.html' title='Something about: Theater.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jADScgQxOSs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-164126683311061599</id><published>2011-10-07T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:32:10.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm just easily fall for guys who's having great jaws. *fetish* Hehe. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-164126683311061599?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/164126683311061599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-guess-im-just-easily-fall-for-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/164126683311061599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/164126683311061599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-guess-im-just-easily-fall-for-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7913385327600249902</id><published>2011-10-05T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:57:50.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Leaving You Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I…chickened out today. Okay, not just today. I am a scaredy cat. So just don’t ask me why I didn’t go and meet the doctor. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I’m looking for music from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Dill"&gt;Eric Dill&lt;/a&gt; (he’s the former lead singer of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Click_Five"&gt;The Click Five&lt;/a&gt;) because let’s admit it, he’s awesome okay? ^__^ I had always having some sort of soft spot to him after I’m stuck listening to the song of Just the Girl since I’m twelve. Woah! That’s a long way to go, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I do not hate &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?hl=en&amp;amp;cp=7&amp;amp;gs_id=q&amp;amp;xhr=t&amp;amp;q=kyle+patrick&amp;amp;gs_sm=&amp;amp;gs_upl=&amp;amp;bav=cf.osb&amp;amp;biw=1222&amp;amp;bih=627&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;source=og&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;Kyle Patrick&lt;/a&gt; or anything, but I like Eric’s voice much more than Kyle’s. It’s just different, you know? And Kyle’s voice didn’t really linger or my mind, like Eric’s. =) Plus one point to Eric for being a hottie and manlier than Kyle. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, back to the topic. As I’m browsing to the internet, I found out that Eric Dill actually having his very own Youtube Account, so being a curious fangirl I am, I decided to check it out. And BAM! There.&lt;i&gt; Leaving You Lonely by Eric Dill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eric Dill – Leaving You Lonely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y2TtKTMr-SM?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I take shots in the dark &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I don't know where you are &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you know &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never meant to break your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't want to see you cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't want to say goodbye &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even when I knew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew it wasn't right &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This can't be right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohh... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I'm missing you badly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;missing your arms around me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watching you sleeping soundly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So lovely, so alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's killing me slowly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holding you close and knowing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be leaving you lonely &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be leaving you lonely &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a moment like a flash &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a candle burning fast &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometime's love just &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isn't meant to last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It wasn't that we were wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The feeling is never gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We could only burn &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So bright, so long &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I'm missing you badly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;missing your arms around me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watching you sleeping soundly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So lovely, so alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's killing me slowly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holding you close and knowing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be leaving you lonely &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be leaving you lonely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime you fly off that track&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You break me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you come right back to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall right back on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime you fly off that track &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You break me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you come right back to me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All falls back on me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you fall right back on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every time you fall off that track &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You break me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you come right back to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right back to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And every time you fall off that track&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you break me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you come right back to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right back to me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, where are you now? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I'm missing you badly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm missing your arms around me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watching you sleeping soundly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So lovely, so alive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's killing me slowly &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holding you close and knowing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be leaving you lonely &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd be leaving you lonely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every time you fly off that track &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You break me down &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you come right back to me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall right back on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime you fly off that track &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You break me down &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you come right back to me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It all falls back on me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall right back on me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lyric's not mine. Found from MrGoogle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this song so much. I like how the lyric were written in a way that somehow, I could understand his feelings and what this song is about actually (well, I hope I get the means right because I just love it so much!). Because for me, I’ll say things repeatedly to convey not just other’s feelings but also mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“In a moment like a flash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like a candle burning fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime's love just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't meant to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn't that we were wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The feeling is never gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We could only burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So bright, so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This stanza hit me hard, somehow. There are so many things that happen not because we want to, but it is just because it had to. Put in the circumstances that staying together just hurts both sides, and sometimes separation is the only solution. Not because that the love is not there anymore, but to stop each other from hurt. And it wasn’t that separation didn’t hurt, of course it hurts, but it hurts less than staying together. It’s quite confusing, but it is like that, sometimes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Memories are very confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It makes you cries remembering why you smiled;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and makes you smiles remembering why you cried.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, if life’s just too easy, what’s the purpose of living? *bittersweet smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Eric Dill - Leaving You Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7913385327600249902?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7913385327600249902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-leaving-you-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7913385327600249902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7913385327600249902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-leaving-you-lonely.html' title='Something about: Leaving You Lonely'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y2TtKTMr-SM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7005754394256797475</id><published>2011-10-05T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:45:25.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm emotionally very unstable right now. TT.TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My best friend almost trying to kill me (I guess) to drag me to the clinic, getting check-up on my constant &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Migraine"&gt;migraine&lt;/a&gt; lately. I hate it. Because I need to admit it, it is a very pleasuring week since we're having gap for 12 days before our last paper for final. BUT. I sleep rather fitfully, and migraine comes as it wish. Just imagine, once, I aren't able to sleep because the pain was just too much to endure. I had been keeping my migraine since...I don't remember when. But normally, I'll just try avoid move too much and too fast or do things that I think could worsen it. Well, since it comes once in a while and I think it is almost common, so I just let it. It didn't affect my life, right? But lately, it happens quite a number of times and the only thing that I could do when it worsen is just lying like I'm waiting death coming to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than insomnia, since last few days, I don't know why but there's something wrong with my skin somewhere. I thought that I was just attacked by mosquito, but it worsen right now. So, erm, not mosquito bites? I just quite worried because it never happened to me. A little frantic over it, so I guess I'll just go to the clinic tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like crying right now. TT.TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].~_~.[|) ♪♫~~ Akanishi Jin - Yellow Gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7005754394256797475?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7005754394256797475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7005754394256797475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7005754394256797475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-afraid.html' title='Something about: Afraid.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3306162787764125366</id><published>2011-10-04T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:09:03.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: A Walk To Remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just finish watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Walk_to_Remember"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/a&gt;, again. I don't count how many times had I watched it, but this movie never fails to make me cries every single time watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, today I manage to cries my lungs out. I'm confused over few things, and I'm not feeling good at all. I need to sort out my mind for a little while. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think I'll die over heart attack one day. IDEK why I'm feeling like that. But sometimes you'll just think like that, you know? Like, there's almost deja vu things surrounding you. I'm rambling now, so I should just stop. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Mandy Moore - Only Hope&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/8606098083116712450-3306162787764125366?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3306162787764125366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-walk-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3306162787764125366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3306162787764125366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/something-about-walk-to-remember.html' title='Something about: A Walk To Remember.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-618638336864720337</id><published>2011-10-03T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:46:33.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession(s)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if you did know how much I like it when you're smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-618638336864720337?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/618638336864720337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wonder-if-you-did-know-how-much-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/618638336864720337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/618638336864720337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wonder-if-you-did-know-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8703153173008619904</id><published>2011-10-01T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:47:27.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Cerpen: Lepas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuhayr terpegun, memandang tepat ke anak mata wanita yang bertudung litup di hadapannya. “Nafisah?” Tanpa sedar bibirnya menutur nama itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah mengalihkan pandangan, mencari sumber suara yang memanggil namanya. “Zuhayr?” Pegangan pada beg plastik berisi &lt;i&gt;marble cheesecake&lt;/i&gt; dari &lt;i&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/i&gt; itu dikejapkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah menggagahkan diri untuk mengukir senyuman. “Dah berapa lama awak dah balik? Tak dengar khabar berita langsung sebelum ini.” Masih tidak mempercayai dia menerima jemputan Zuhayr untuk berbual sebentar di café &lt;i&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/i&gt; itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Baru beberapa bulan. Sekarang tengah praktikal lagi di Hospital Besar Tengku Ampuan Rahimah.” Zuhayr menjawab sebelum menghirup kopi yang berada di hadapannya. “Awak pula? Sama je, lama tak dengar cerita sejak saya ke India.” Matanya memandang Nafisah, rindu yang sudah lama tidak kunjung semakin menghimpit diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Saya? Okay, Alhamdulillah. Sekarang ni saya kerja di TM.” Nafisah menjawab sambil cuba mengawal gugup yang membelenggu dirinya saat itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuhayr hanya mengangguk, matanya tiba-tiba terpaku pada cincin emas belah rotan yang menghiasi jari manis Nafisah. Sedaya upaya ditahan rasa yang dia sendiri tidak pasti menyerang hatinya saat ini. “Suami apa khabar?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Suami?” Nafisah memandang tepat wajah Zuhayr. Seketika kemudian, dia memandang cincin yang baru tersemat di jarinya dua minggu lepas. “Saya belum kahwin. Ini, cincin tunang. Baru je, dua minggu lepas.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh, maaf salah tafsir.” Zuhayr menahan malu, telahannya salah sama sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah hanya menggalengkan kepalanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Family&lt;/i&gt; masih tinggal di Kuala Selangor?” Zuhayr bertanya, cuba mengalihkan focus dari topik sebentar tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ya. Alhamdulillah dua-dua masih sihat sekarang ni.” Nafisah berhenti dan mengambil nafas panjang sebelum bertanya, “Papa dengan Mama apa khabar?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Sihat juga, Alhamdulillah. Buat masa ini Mama dah berhenti kerja dan Papa masih mengendalikan syarikat shipping dia.” Zuhayr menjawab dan dalam hatinya bersyukur bahawa Nafisah masih mengingati Papa dan Mamanya. Dia sendiri tidak ingat sejak bila panggilan itu hanya ‘Papa dan Mama’ dan bukan ‘Papa dan Mama awak’. Mungkin sejak kedua ibu bapanya mengetahui hubungan mereka suatu ketika dahulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh. &lt;i&gt;So&lt;/i&gt;, awak buat apa kat sini?” Tanya Nafisah dengan perasaan ingin tahu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Saya baru balik dari melawat kawan di Hospital Tanjung Karang. Khairi Anwar, ingat tak? Isteri dia baru bersalin. &lt;i&gt;Baby boy&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mata Nafisah dapat menangkap betapa gembiranya Zuhayr bercerita tentang bayi rakan baiknya. Khairi Anwar, dia takkan pernah lupa jejaka itu yang pernah bersengketa dengannya kerana Zuhayr. Ketika itu, memang salahnya kerana bersikap terlalu mementingkan diri. Nafisah hanya tersenyum sambil mendengar cerita Zuhayr tentang bayi Khairi Anwar itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Awak-”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Kejap.” Nafisah mengambil &lt;i&gt;handphone&lt;/i&gt; dari tas tangannya untuk menjawab panggilan masuk. “Waalaikumussalam, &lt;i&gt;yes Akil… Hm, yup. I dekat Secret Recipe right now, on the way to my parents’. … Hm? … Okay, see you later. Miss you too&lt;/i&gt;.” Setelah meletakkan panggilan, dia memandang Zuhayr kembali. “Awak nak tanya apa tadi?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuhayr menggeleng. “Takde apa-apa.” Dia berpura-pura memandang tempat lain agar luka hatinya tidak semakin dalam melihat senyuman bahagia Nafisah menjawab panggilan yang berkemungkinan besar dari tunangnya. “Tunang awak ke yang &lt;i&gt;call&lt;/i&gt; tadi?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah mengangguk. “Ha, saya pun dah bertunang. Awak bila lagi?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Calon tak jumpa lagi.” Selamba Zuhayr menjawab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hai, dah jadi doktor ni pun tak ada yang nak ke? Atau awak yang memilih sangat?” Nafisah sengaja mengusik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ada tu ada juga yang mahu. Tapi mereka tak setanding awak, Nafisah.” Ujar Zuhayr tanpa dapat berfikir panjang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Air muka Nafisah berubah ketika itu juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuhayr merasa ingin menampar mulutnya kerana bertutur tanpa berfikir panjang. “Nafisah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I’m sorry&lt;/i&gt;. Saya tak bermaksud nak ungkit kisah silam. &lt;i&gt;What’s past is past, I know. I’m sorry if what I had just said hurts you&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah hanya tunduk, bermain dengan jari-jemarinya sendiri. “&lt;i&gt;I’m sorry, too&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zuhayr mengeluh. “Nafisah, awak tak bersalah. Kita yang berjanji pada masa tu, kalau ada jodoh, kita akan bersama. Dan sekarang terbukti yang kita tak berjodoh. Saya kenal awak Nafisah, awak takkan pernah terima lelaki sembarangan dalam hidup awak. Lima tahun Nafisah, lima tahun. Kejamnya saya membiarkan awak menunggu saya selama itu, dan kalau saya tak belajar untuk lepaskan perasaan ini, saya tidak bersikap adil kepada awak. Saya minta maaf, Nafisah. Awak tak bersalah langsung dalam hal ini. Saya yang tidak mencuba sehabis baik sebelum ini.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah hanya menggelengkan kepala, cuba menahan air matanya dari mengalir. ‘Fikirkan Akil, Nafisah. Fikirkan Akil yang setia menunggu selama ini. Kau tak bersikap adil kepada Akil kalau kau biarkan diri kau kalah dengan perasaan, Nafisah.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Nafisah…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Maaf, saya perlu pergi sekarang.” Tanpa berkata apa-apa, Nafisah pergi meninggalkan Zuhayr yang hanya memandang tanpa sempat memberi sebarang reaksi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beri saya lima tahun. Kalau saya tak cuba untuk kembali kepada awak dalam masa lima tahun, anggaplah saya sudah lepaskan awak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Zuhayr-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah membaca kembali e-mail yang pernah dihantar oleh Zuhayr hampir tujuh tahun lepas. E-mail yang dihantar sebelum masing-masing melanjutkan pelajaran setelah meninggalkan zaman persekolahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah tersenyum. Hatinya lebih tenang setelah bertemu dengan Akil sebentar tadi dan menceritakan semuanya. Setelah berbicara dengan Akil, dia menyedari sesuatu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenarnya, dia telah lama melepaskan perasaan itu. Tapi hatinya yang menafikan perkara itu. Entah kenapa, setelah berbicara dengan Akil, dia mula nampak masa depan yang selama ini menjadi angan Akil. Dia mula melihat masa depan, dia dan Akil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nafisah ingin bahagia. Dan itulah yang akan dilakukannya, tidak melepaskan kebahagiaan yang menunggu dan menemaninya selama ini. Akil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jemarinya menekan '&lt;i&gt;delete&lt;/i&gt;', ingin membuang e-mail itu, dan kenangan bersama pengirim e-mail itu, jauh dari hidupnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia merasakan setelah bertahun-tahun berlalu, inilah keputusan terbaik yang pernah dilakukannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RiSfTyrvJlg?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“I guess we never really moved on”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hinder – Lips on an Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SyETvlzvEqM?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“Subete kakete dakishimete miseru yo//I’ll risk everything to embrace you”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yamazaki Masayoshi – One More Time, One More Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat kesekian kalinya, aku kalah pada perasaan. Sesuatu terjadi malam tadi, dan ingatan bertimpa-timpa datang dalam benakku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keliru? Terima kasihlah pada yang berjaya membuat aku keliru akhir-akhir ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].~_~.[|) ♪♫~~  Hinder - Lips of an Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-8703153173008619904?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8703153173008619904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/cerpen-lepas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8703153173008619904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8703153173008619904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/10/cerpen-lepas.html' title='Cerpen: Lepas.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RiSfTyrvJlg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2261969099625069162</id><published>2011-09-30T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:41:38.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: I did. Did you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did remember waking up early in Saturday morning to watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nintama_Rantar%C5%8D"&gt;Nintama Rantaro&lt;/a&gt; on television, once upon a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did remember imitating "hemu hemu hemu~" the sound of the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did remember singing along my lungs out "Sou sa hyaku paasentoo yuukiiii~~" as the show started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did remember how happy it is to just enjoy childhood. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this song, bring back memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jJgc3auqB9E?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excited to sing along? =) Here's the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yuuki 100%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gakkari shite  mesomeso shite dou shita n dai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taiyou mitai ni warau  kimi wa doko dai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yaritai koto  yatta  mon gachi  seishun nara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsurai toki wa itsu date  soba ni iru kara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yume wa dekakunakerya  tsumaranai darou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mune o tataite  bouken shiyou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou sa hyaku paasento yuuki  mou ganbaru shika nai sa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kono sekaijuu no genki  dakishimenagara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou sa hyaku paasento yuuki  mou yarikiru shika nai sa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bokutachi ga moteru kagayaki  eien ni wasurenaide ne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butsukattari  kizutsuitari  sureba ii sa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAATO ga moete iru nara  koukai shinai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jitto shite'cha  hajimaranai  kono tokimeki &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kimi to oikakete yukeru  kaze ga suki da yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinou  tobenakatta  sora ga aru nara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ima aru CHANSU  tsukande miyou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou sa hyaku paasento yuuki  saa tobikomu shika nai sa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mada namida dake de owaru  toki ja nai darou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou sa hyaku paasento yuuki  mou furimuicha ikenai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bokutachi wa bokutachi rashiku  doko made mo kakete yuku no sa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tatoe samishisugiru  yoru ga kitatte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atarashii asa  kanarazu kuru sa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou sa hyaku paasento yuuki  mou ganbaru shika nai sa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kono sekaijuu no genki  dakishimenagara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou sa hyaku paasento yuuki  mou yarikiru shika nai sa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bokutachi ga moteru kagayaki  eien ni wasurenaide ne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lyric -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.animelyrics.com/jpop/hikarugenji/yuuki100pct.htm"&gt;credit here&lt;/a&gt;. =) Not mine, obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many cover of this song. If I'm not mistaken, this was originally sang by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hikaru_Genji_(band)"&gt;Hikaru Genji&lt;/a&gt;. But my personal favourite would be from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ya-ya-yah"&gt;Ya-Ya-Yah&lt;/a&gt;. I miss Ya-Ya-Yah. I miss Shoon-kun and his adorkable act. *emo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Yuuki 100%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-2261969099625069162?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2261969099625069162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-i-did-did-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2261969099625069162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2261969099625069162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-i-did-did-you.html' title='Something about: I did. Did you?'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jJgc3auqB9E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7461449853200181820</id><published>2011-09-30T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T02:42:03.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Undilah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Warning; This post is written as I try me best to not showing any bias to anyone involved in the issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amaran; Entri ini ditulis dengan saya cuba sedaya-upaya agar tidak menyebelahi mana-mana pihak yang terlibat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malaysian's Voice - Undilah;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-1hllAhSXLA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, as lots of us had known (or so I believe, hehe) Pete Teo had come out with a project of '&lt;a href="http://www.undilah.com/"&gt;Undilah&lt;/a&gt;' where real people with different perspective come together to sings and talk about VOTE. In my opinion, this project is very great as it shows the reality, I mean, real people actually do involved in here - for a great cause. - to vote. I do believe lots of Malaysian nowadays just trying not to get involved in any political matters in Malaysia because, well, I guess we all know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saya percaya kebanyakan kita telahpun mengetahui tentang projek terbaru Pete Teo, '&lt;a href="http://www.undilah.com/"&gt;Undilah&lt;/a&gt;' di mana ramai orang yang datang dari latar belakang yang berbeza berkumpul; bernyanyi dan bercakap mengenai mengUNDI. Pada pandangan saya, ia satu projek yang sangat bagus kerana ia telah mengumpulkan ramai orang - untuk tujuan yang sangat bagus, mengingatkan rakyat Malaysia untuk mengundi. Hari ini, adalah satu kenyataan ramai rakyat Malaysia mengamalkan sikap endah tak endah dalam hal politik (terutamanya) di Malaysia atas sebab-sebab yang saya yakin anda juga tahu kenapa dan tdak perlu untuk saya huraikan lagi di sini.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great video, great project for a great cause, why banned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a Muslim first and Malaysian second, but that never makes me less Malaysian! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Malaysian's Voice - Undilah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7461449853200181820?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7461449853200181820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-undilah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7461449853200181820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7461449853200181820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-undilah.html' title='Something about: Undilah!'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-1hllAhSXLA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4917093310135526590</id><published>2011-09-29T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T03:32:14.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Consecutive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Consecutive posts about Kamenashi Kazuya. Beware people, bias mood ON! Haha. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just miss watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KAT-TUN"&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/a&gt; as 6 person. Shocking, but somehow tonight I did re-watch the DVD of KAT-TUN's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Break_the_Records:_By_You_%26_For_You"&gt;Break the Record&lt;/a&gt; concert. And yes, mesmerized (again) of this song performed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kazuya_Kamenashi"&gt;Kamenashi-sama&lt;/a&gt;. ♥♥♥ Yes, I'm biased. Just how much guys could actually stole his place within my heart? You? In your dream &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;~ *blow a raspberry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This song, 1582. I can't help but remember Kamenashi once said that he read it as &lt;i&gt;ichigo pantsu&lt;/i&gt;(strawberry pants)&amp;nbsp;when he should read it as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ichi-go-pan-tsu&lt;/i&gt;(one-five-eight-two). HAHA. Pervert much? Blame Kamenashi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now, may I present you with the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fWnefoqYjBQ?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people asks me, why this song is weird. And I was like... =.=; Fufufufufufu~~~ *self-fan* So, let me tell you more about this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This song practically tell the story about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mori_Ranmaru"&gt;Mori Ranmaru&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oda_Nobunaga"&gt;Oda Nobunaga&lt;/a&gt;, on Mori's side. Get it? It is like; the song tell about what happened from Mori Ranmaru's perspective.&amp;nbsp;Well. This is kinda awkward. Haha. Because it kinda related to...&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shudo#Ancient_Japan"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No no no no no~ I'm NOT going to go there. Really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just like how the movement used to describe Mori Ranmaru. Because I did read (somewhere) that Mori Ranmaru was a very beautiful guy and the way Kamenashi move to compliment Mori Ranmaru was somewhat appealing to me. The part of "&lt;i&gt;sono kuchibiru&lt;/i&gt;//that lips". OMG. ANd the transformation from gentle Mori Ranmaru to a fighter with sword in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, the part when he's reading scrolls. Let's just admit that I am a pervert. Yup, I like this part because of skins. Show me some more skin, babyyyyy!!!! *pervert*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, the part when he in another attire. Which change from red to white to red to white to red to white after being&amp;nbsp;splash&amp;nbsp;by water(?). It is just, I don't know~ Intimidating? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, this is my incoherent ramble. You may hate it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Kamenashi Kazuya - 1582&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4917093310135526590?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4917093310135526590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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much but no words could decipher it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For once, I just hope that things could turn back to that time, when we were so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For once, I just want to talk to you properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For once, I want to smile genuinely and able to say "I miss you bunch" without the fear of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps: had cries loads tonight. imy, did you know that?&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/8606098083116712450-2155998689507527936?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2155998689507527936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-clarify.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: You got me tipsy baby~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very cute love song from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jin_Akanishi"&gt;Akanishi Jin&lt;/a&gt;. FYI, I really love this song. Heee~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rfo9O3BJ9DU?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Akanishi Jin's Tipsy Love lyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'Do you love me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'Do you need me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'Do you love me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'Do you need me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't imagine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like magic, I found this love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't get closer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause you're the closest, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, I got a question &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I mention &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this real, or are we drinking the love? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me tipsy, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this for real? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inebriation from this alcohol got me intoxication &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me swervin' from this hurt &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And from my cup I'm taking sips &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And like a hundred dollar bill &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could pay for one-on one and drink &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking out to South with ya &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna take a shot with ya &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz there's the woman I never take my eyes off of ya &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shot's got me feeling free &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'd really love to see &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Us holding hands and heading down the street &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'do you love me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'do you need me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll keep you dry when the rain falls &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause I've never been so enthralled &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know how &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I don't need nothing else~ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't imagine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like magic, I found this love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't get closer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause you're the closest, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, I got a question &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I mention &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this real, or are we drinking the love? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me tipsy, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this for real? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagination got me thinking about this infatuation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your loving whisper has me longing for that cup of sweet love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't need no hundred dollar bill &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz you're the only one I'll ever need &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't believe what I just saw &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This and I'll be all like that &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I saw your picture there's not a single flaw &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I hear my phone beep and waking up to see &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That all of this was just another dream &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'Do you love me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I said, 'Do you need me?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say, 'Ye-oh'? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll keep you dry when the rain falls &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause I've never been so enthralled &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know how &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I don't need nothing else~ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't imagine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like magic, I found this love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't get closer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause you're the closest, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, I got a question &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I mention &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this real, or are we drinking the love? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me tipsy, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't imagine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like magic, I found this love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, can't get closer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause you're the closest, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby love, I got a question &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I mention &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this real, or are we drinking the love? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me tipsy, baby &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;disclaimer; song and lyrics not mine. credit to MrGoogle and MrYoutube.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nice way to put his feelings, if I may say so. There's always this tingle sensation filling me everytime listening to Akanishi's voice when he sings. I just like it when he sings. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, this song is played in my playlist nth time since last night. Hoho~ I'm as crazy as that. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Akanishi Jin - Tipsy Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-5770579314278394620?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/5770579314278394620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-you-got-me-tipsy-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5770579314278394620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/5770579314278394620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-you-got-me-tipsy-baby.html' title='Something about: You got me tipsy baby~'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rfo9O3BJ9DU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3539126156686935812</id><published>2011-09-20T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:24:51.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Gambar Epik Dari Chuping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAUMRnb_PrM/TneJsFYgNcI/AAAAAAAABKA/y3ggwqsfScQ/s1600/DSC03015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAUMRnb_PrM/TneJsFYgNcI/AAAAAAAABKA/y3ggwqsfScQ/s640/DSC03015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku tahu aku tak ayu, tapi biarlah aku perasan ayu, boleh? Heee~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5P8Vnl8jAE/TneKZqGyOeI/AAAAAAAABKI/oo-clHUra1A/s1600/IMG-20110912-00035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5P8Vnl8jAE/TneKZqGyOeI/AAAAAAAABKI/oo-clHUra1A/s640/IMG-20110912-00035.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gembira. Whhheeeeeeeeee~~~ =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqzsiIzP1wo/TneJejW0xBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6NfaROwaBgs/s1600/IMG-20110912-00074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqzsiIzP1wo/TneJejW0xBI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6NfaROwaBgs/s640/IMG-20110912-00074.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar epik ala-ala cover album artis. Heh~ perasan betul laahhh... =.=&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrfEGNKO6Us/TneLshgWTsI/AAAAAAAABKU/YHHBpRDjl-Q/s1600/DSC03065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrfEGNKO6Us/TneLshgWTsI/AAAAAAAABKU/YHHBpRDjl-Q/s640/DSC03065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indah ciptaan-Nya.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3dZpMFZ8Jw/TneMQI-zvrI/AAAAAAAABKY/yIPhqwYcgSQ/s1600/IMG-20110912-00103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l3dZpMFZ8Jw/TneMQI-zvrI/AAAAAAAABKY/yIPhqwYcgSQ/s640/IMG-20110912-00103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kembali ke jalan yang benar. Eh? Hoho~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar dimuat naik setelah seminggu, sebab &lt;a href="http://hazmizawawi.blogspot.com/"&gt;tuan punya kamera&lt;/a&gt; kedekut sangat nak bagi gambar. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H6ZVvQmT0CY?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar lagu ini ulang-ulang kali hari ini. Rindu? Tak payah nak cakaplah, kan? Haihhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3539126156686935812?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3539126156686935812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/gambar-epik-dari-chuping.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3539126156686935812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3539126156686935812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/gambar-epik-dari-chuping.html' title='Gambar Epik Dari Chuping.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAUMRnb_PrM/TneJsFYgNcI/AAAAAAAABKA/y3ggwqsfScQ/s72-c/DSC03015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7260916688404932385</id><published>2011-09-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:16:28.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Final Examination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;warning: this post is just about pictures. (right click and open link in new tab to enlarge images.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UWV5KETU34/TnXfd41E1aI/AAAAAAAABJ4/JUOw67puTRg/s1600/P9180021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UWV5KETU34/TnXfd41E1aI/AAAAAAAABJ4/JUOw67puTRg/s640/P9180021.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peneman di kala runsing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBiasjAp8Sw/TnXfOC5dG7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/qzScURIJFSQ/s1600/P9180019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBiasjAp8Sw/TnXfOC5dG7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/qzScURIJFSQ/s640/P9180019.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJJ2VtbdpLY/TnXfBmyi1iI/AAAAAAAABJs/VHKLXs2Cb4g/s1600/P9180012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJJ2VtbdpLY/TnXfBmyi1iI/AAAAAAAABJs/VHKLXs2Cb4g/s640/P9180012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pendengar terbaek. =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but never least~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhKOLBx6VYo/TnXfGoe3tRI/AAAAAAAABJw/KhXFYKwUk6I/s1600/P9180014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhKOLBx6VYo/TnXfGoe3tRI/AAAAAAAABJw/KhXFYKwUk6I/s640/P9180014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really, I need someone to kick me and force me to read books. Haihhh~ =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Kelly Clarkson - Behind This Hazel Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7260916688404932385?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7260916688404932385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-final-examination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7260916688404932385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7260916688404932385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-final-examination.html' title='Something about: Final Examination.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UWV5KETU34/TnXfd41E1aI/AAAAAAAABJ4/JUOw67puTRg/s72-c/P9180021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2248990784984606058</id><published>2011-09-18T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:59:10.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu Tentang: Tak Keruan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C4sK0EqcvtI?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengar lagu ini berulang kali. &lt;strike&gt;Sampai rasa nak menangis meraung-raung.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, yang itu nampak sangatlah menipunya, kan? Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entahlah, perasaan sekarang bercampur-baur. Bagi yang tahu perkara sebenar yang telah terjadi itu, terima kasih atas nasihat dan dorongan. Dalam masa sekarang nak menghadapi peperiksaan akhir tu, perasaan kenalah jaga, kan? Cuba bayang kalau tak jaga, mau tak nanti bila jumpa hamba Allah tu teruslah ada yang kena belasah. Tak &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; lah perempuan belasah perempuan. Tapi perempuan yang macam tu, (nasib lah sopan lagi. kalau ikut amarah memanglah layak kau ni digelar betina je) layak ke duduk dalam fikiran aku? *muhasabah sekejap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah berkali pesan dekat hati, dia memang layak terima semua tu. Buat semua macam tu, orang tolak ansur dengan dia sebab tak nak cari gaduh je. Tapi kasihan sungguh, sebab dia langsung tak tahu apa yang orang sekeliling dia rasa dan buat dekat dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang kalau ikut perasaan, seribu cara aku boleh cari nak balas perbuatan kau yang dah buat macam-macam dekat aku ini. Tapi aku tak nak, sebab kalau aku balas, tak ada bezalah aku dengan kau, kan? Memang aku banyak khilaf dan kurang, tapi buat kali ini, aku percaya aku lebih baik dari kau. Maaflah aku ego, tapi sikit pon aku tak rasa bersalah kali ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku susah nak benci orang. Ada yang dah buat lahanat macam-macam dekat aku pon aku boleh buat &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; je. Ada sebablah kenapa aku buat endah tak endah je bila berdepan dengan orang, ye dak? Aku bukan orang gila nak benci orang sesuka hati. Kau dok mengata mengumpat mencaci mengeji &lt;b&gt;memfitnah&lt;/b&gt; aku macam-macam, kau tau ke apa orang cakap pasal kau?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps: entri emo sebab dah tak tahan sangat dah ni. Maaf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-2248990784984606058?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2248990784984606058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-tak-keruan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2248990784984606058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2248990784984606058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-tak-keruan.html' title='Sesuatu Tentang: Tak Keruan.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C4sK0EqcvtI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1156036823230208921</id><published>2011-09-18T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:56:31.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Taboo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know what means by taboo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsoF1P9gzrQ/TnTslJJdg3I/AAAAAAAABJo/nrUCj4XLa-o/s1600/blog.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsoF1P9gzrQ/TnTslJJdg3I/AAAAAAAABJo/nrUCj4XLa-o/s1600/blog.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay so now you know what means by taboo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taboo in friendship is love. Did you believe it? I did. For I had seen by myself how friendship evolves to something more than friendship before something happens and lead to nothing in the end. It’s quite confusing, but you’ll know it once you stuck in the situation by yourself. To me, I hate it. Since I’m the type of person that put (almost) clear line in relationship, being stuck in the middle of such situation sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taboo in love is insecure. When you’re feeling insecure, you think too much. When you think too much, you didn’t take actions. When you didn’t take actions, you’re going nowhere. Get it? :D Really. Truthfully, I think I could tolerate many things about people, but facing insecure type of people just…makes me not know how to react. Insecurities kills relationship, it is just a fact. It’s hard to explain why, but it is like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taboo in a family is comparison. You shouldn’t compare mother and father, brother and sister, and the list goes on. It is just about what you should and should not do. You should not compare your family with others’. It is just as taboo as that. One of the things involved is feeling. Something wrong with feeling equal to awkwardness. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: this post is written from my point of view. You might disagree, but this is my opinion (unless it is stated as fact).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Hirose Koumi - Dear...Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1156036823230208921?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1156036823230208921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-taboo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1156036823230208921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1156036823230208921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-taboo.html' title='Something about: Taboo.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsoF1P9gzrQ/TnTslJJdg3I/AAAAAAAABJo/nrUCj4XLa-o/s72-c/blog.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6352400549578347413</id><published>2011-09-17T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:50:44.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu Tentang: Soalan dan Persoalan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Apa yang akan kau lakukan bila mendapat perkhabaran yang kau &lt;b&gt;difitnah?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6352400549578347413?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6352400549578347413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-soalan-dan-persoalan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6352400549578347413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6352400549578347413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-soalan-dan-persoalan.html' title='Sesuatu Tentang: Soalan dan Persoalan.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-8977326326901050745</id><published>2011-09-17T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T03:45:11.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Ini Entri Menggedik.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQaDWFWaV5I/TnOminWT-XI/AAAAAAAABJk/brwqiWRIC1Y/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="359" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQaDWFWaV5I/TnOminWT-XI/AAAAAAAABJk/brwqiWRIC1Y/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang tak ada makna selain nak tunjuk &lt;i&gt;desktop background&lt;/i&gt; terbaru. &lt;i&gt;Hikhikhik&lt;/i&gt;~ (ketawa gedik ala-ala Nabilah. heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-8977326326901050745?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/8977326326901050745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-ini-entri-menggedik.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8977326326901050745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/8977326326901050745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-ini-entri-menggedik.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Ini Entri Menggedik.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQaDWFWaV5I/TnOminWT-XI/AAAAAAAABJk/brwqiWRIC1Y/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3690570044544580622</id><published>2011-09-16T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T02:22:13.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two long dreams with two different guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First one, I don’t even know why he appear in my dream. I mean, we practically had nothing between us, just civil senior-junior relationship or whatever you might call it. It’s creepy to think that he holds on to me that much. Urgh. Okay, the story. I don’t clearly remember it, but it looks like we are…dating? And he just refused to let go of my hand. People were teasing him, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, but he is just there, holding my hand and smile oh-so-sweetly to me. *shudders* I…should be scared, right? I mean, he’s younger than me okayyy! OMG OMG OMG~~~ *hysteric*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second. Let’s just say I am having crush to this particular person. Why? That’s the big question with no answer. Hehe. Something happen (in the dream) that we were in an awkward situation. I mean, like things were right now in reality. I don’t know at what point how things were so awkward between him and me. Or it is just me? Hurm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me clear this out, I’m just not good at handling guys as in guys. I’m happy having friends, but when hearts matters, let just say I’m out of it. &lt;b&gt;Don’t involve me, please&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0G3_kG5FFfQ?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I always needed time on my own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day and make it okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day and make it okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were made for each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out here forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when you're gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the words I need to hear will always get me through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day and make it okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Putting on façade is tiring. Putting on fake smiles is tiring. Somehow, to continue living even is tiring me out so much. IMYSFM. Did you know that? :’(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes we hope that “together forever” exists. But such term is just impossible, right? Healing hearts is not an easy task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime you had already letting go, but letting the memories engulfing you thus making this harder to face the world as it is now. Please please let me go, dear memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Incoherent rambling is just incoherent. Forget it. Just forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3690570044544580622?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3690570044544580622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-memories.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3690570044544580622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3690570044544580622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-memories.html' title='Something about: Memories'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0G3_kG5FFfQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6109093743141122780</id><published>2011-09-14T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:48:33.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Health.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone, take care of your health please. Especially now when final is just days away. Really. Don't be like me that let rain fall all over her and now need to face quite bad consequences. Haha. Complete package of flu+cold+cough. Nice, eh? Will head to UK later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, more medicine kicked in my system. That itself is not a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might trying to do something, but I really don't know if I'll succeed, so please, pray the best for me? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Shiina Ringo - Aozora (can't find video, sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6109093743141122780?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6109093743141122780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-health.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6109093743141122780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6109093743141122780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-health.html' title='Something about: Health.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3444740443641182623</id><published>2011-09-13T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:29:04.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu Tentang: Alkisah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kisah #1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gadis A minat Jejaka B. Setahun kemudian dia menyedari yang dia masih menyayangi Jejaka Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kisah #2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gadis A pernah rapat dengan Gadis B. Tapi Gadis A mulut jenis takde insurans. Mereka bergaduh dan, begitulah. Aku agak kau tahu apa yang terjadi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gadis B semakin rapat dengan teman-teman lainnya. Tanpa dia ketahui bahawa teman yang berada di sekelilingnya hanyalah manusia lidah bercabang dua dan hipokrit. Mengutuk itu ini di belakangnya, dan berbuat berbagai benda di belakangnya. Atau mungkin dia tahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tahu kisah #1 itu merapu, jadi kau patut abaikan sahaja ia. Kisah #2 itu kisah benar. Dari sayang menjadi benci, dan entah macam mana kasihan sahaja yang tinggal. Entahlah. Aku pon tak pasti siapa yang bersalah sebenarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arau banjir. Tiga semester berturut-turut banjir. Tadi baru bersuka-ria bersama kawan-kawan dan melihat sendiri keadaan banjir di luar. Alhamdulillah juga buat pertama kali sampai juga aku di Padang Besar. &lt;i&gt;Shopping&lt;/i&gt; sakan, bukan pakaian tapi makanan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEwnMyV2OvQ/Tm4ujEUosYI/AAAAAAAABJg/8Oo9Efsudls/s1600/blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEwnMyV2OvQ/Tm4ujEUosYI/AAAAAAAABJg/8Oo9Efsudls/s400/blog.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku kepenatan. Jadi, selamat malam kalian. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3444740443641182623?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3444740443641182623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-alkisah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3444740443641182623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3444740443641182623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-alkisah.html' title='Sesuatu Tentang: Alkisah.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XEwnMyV2OvQ/Tm4ujEUosYI/AAAAAAAABJg/8Oo9Efsudls/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3981224646265977105</id><published>2011-09-12T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:12:30.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it seems like flood will come again. I'm not entirely sure how bad it is out there right now, being a college resident as I am, but the last time I checked &lt;a href="http://infobanjir.water.gov.my/waterlevel_page.cfm?state=PLS"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, 4 out of 7 river is in alert notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPf40NmKYPg/Tmz492PRZqI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZEMcUq617Fk/s1600/blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPf40NmKYPg/Tmz492PRZqI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZEMcUq617Fk/s400/blog.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;caps by me! =)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, I really am worried. Just imagine three consecutive semester having to face through flood all over again. No water, no going out, no food, no &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Plus, final is just &lt;b&gt;days &lt;/b&gt;away. Let us all pray that things won''t worsen than it already is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3981224646265977105?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3981224646265977105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3981224646265977105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3981224646265977105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-again.html' title='Something about: Again?'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPf40NmKYPg/Tmz492PRZqI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZEMcUq617Fk/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7317302454568351548</id><published>2011-09-11T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:16:37.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Alhamdulillah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after so long, I finally think I could have move on from someone. Its not really a big step, but something happen today showed how I had moved on, unconsciously. I'm happy with how things were right now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so afraid that I'll hurt others by not doing it sooner, but now I can say I'm free from such nightmare. Well, up until now, that is what I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not a long update because I am too tired. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Yamazaki Masayoshi - One More Time, One More Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7317302454568351548?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7317302454568351548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7317302454568351548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7317302454568351548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-alhamdulillah.html' title='Something about: Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-989820746003326214</id><published>2011-09-10T04:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T00:58:34.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Gake no Ue no Ponyo (Ponyo on the Cliff) ♥ ♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I do believe that as of now, lots of people knows my craziness over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ponyo"&gt;Ponyo&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nozomi_%C5%8Chashi"&gt;Nozomi Ohashi&lt;/a&gt;. No, I am not a&amp;nbsp;pedophile, but Nozomi Ohashi is just too cute for words. She's cute aite? Whoever says the opposite shall kill them self for being blind. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So here are some caps from my favourite scenes in the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqP0csWH2WY/Tmp4VoGFtGI/AAAAAAAABJU/dlNbn06wbEI/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-09-10-04h31m54s227.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqP0csWH2WY/Tmp4VoGFtGI/AAAAAAAABJU/dlNbn06wbEI/s400/vlcsnap-2011-09-10-04h31m54s227.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxNreMfWrLo/Tmp4syAPXVI/AAAAAAAABJY/JnMzVfwnnPI/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-09-10-04h32m17s202.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxNreMfWrLo/Tmp4syAPXVI/AAAAAAAABJY/JnMzVfwnnPI/s400/vlcsnap-2011-09-10-04h32m17s202.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than caps? A short cut out from the movie itself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6c46ce943c2707a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6c46ce943c2707a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331380143%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B9F062B59BF8AFA8881A889E4304E9506F38C12.19E3C10287718D2C159033E6C33D411BF9A10D33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6c46ce943c2707a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D222oItJey8LNeiWStcqjGn7t4Eg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6c46ce943c2707a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331380143%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B9F062B59BF8AFA8881A889E4304E9506F38C12.19E3C10287718D2C159033E6C33D411BF9A10D33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6c46ce943c2707a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D222oItJey8LNeiWStcqjGn7t4Eg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONYO. SOUSUKE. SUKI. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flail hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Fujioka Fujimaki &amp;amp; Nozomi Ohashi - Gake no Ue no Ponyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-989820746003326214?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/989820746003326214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-to-be-edited-later-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/989820746003326214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/989820746003326214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-to-be-edited-later-on.html' title='Something about: Gake no Ue no Ponyo (Ponyo on the Cliff) ♥ ♥ ♥'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqP0csWH2WY/Tmp4VoGFtGI/AAAAAAAABJU/dlNbn06wbEI/s72-c/vlcsnap-2011-09-10-04h31m54s227.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7508230648264153657</id><published>2011-09-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:16:06.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: 5 Centimeters Per Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had you ever been in a situation that certain someone is too nice to you that you can’t help the feelings of crying engulfing you? And one day you can’t take it anymore and you cries helplessly because you just feel so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, the intro was kind of weird, I know. But this is the thing that wandering around my mind after watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/5_Centimeters_Per_Second"&gt;5cm Per Second&lt;/a&gt;. It makes you look of how not every love story ends with “and they live happily ever after…”. This is one of the best movies to show how true it is. The fact that no matter how much we hope things goes right; problems could always get through in-between. We can’t help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story mostly revolved around Takaki. It’s a heart-breaking movie, one of the best scene in the movie to me is the part of Takaki went though the journey to meet Akari. How anticipated I am to see what happen next because it is snowy and the train keep on delays because it is too dangerous for it to continue the journey in such weather. And how Akari actually waits for Takaki despite he was hours late than the promised time. And I tried putting myself in Takaki’s shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The result? I’m thinking a lot of things happened before. It’s a wonder to me of how we can talk about lots of things endlessly and how sometime we sits around and says nothing but walks away feels like it’s the best conversation ever. Sometimes little is more. But sometimes, no matter how many we have within our reach is never been enough. Sometimes, we just hope that the certain person will be the one beside us, spooning each other in early morning and not caring the bizarre sound of alarm clock and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And sometimes, after so many times had passed and one day we woke up to realize; it wasn’t that the feel is still exist within us, inside us – it is just we are too afraid to let go from such memories. We are the one that choose such way and refuse to continue in the journey of life, instead choose to dwell in the past like there’s no tomorrow that will shine like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, when we realized that we had fall out of love…what will happen then? We could only hold on to the memory, the mind still stick to it but the heart was no longer there. What should we do when we encounter such thing? Could we finally moved on; with or without regret seeing how many times spent dwelling on the past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QICfkWTfo/TmjtAYDu9dI/AAAAAAAABJE/ujoq9Ftq5h8/s1600/Byousoku5cm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QICfkWTfo/TmjtAYDu9dI/AAAAAAAABJE/ujoq9Ftq5h8/s1600/Byousoku5cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image from google&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;“Nee~ they say its five centimetres per second.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;“Huh? What is?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;“The speed at which cherry blossoms fall. It’s five centimeters per second.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_3oVk-haPY/Tmph5U-V-sI/AAAAAAAABJI/5nxevHtlPms/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-09-09-21h32m07s16.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_3oVk-haPY/Tmph5U-V-sI/AAAAAAAABJI/5nxevHtlPms/s400/vlcsnap-2011-09-09-21h32m07s16.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTd1ISQsX1o/TmpiOzVwjsI/AAAAAAAABJM/qN-EKP8f5-o/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-09-09-21h32m21s151.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTd1ISQsX1o/TmpiOzVwjsI/AAAAAAAABJM/qN-EKP8f5-o/s400/vlcsnap-2011-09-09-21h32m21s151.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWtE2caRDZg/TmpiWKFwzzI/AAAAAAAABJQ/dFTX1k-AyIM/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-09-09-21h32m41s105.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWtE2caRDZg/TmpiWKFwzzI/AAAAAAAABJQ/dFTX1k-AyIM/s400/vlcsnap-2011-09-09-21h32m41s105.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;ps; click picture for bigger resolution. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Knowing so many things at once is not a very great thing too. It's suffocating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it's a wonder to me, how many people around us actually acting real, as in being themselves? How many of them were just wearing masks and showing others their oh-so-called "great" side? Truthfully, I am scared of hypocrite right now. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Yamazaki Masayoshi - One More Time, One More Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7508230648264153657?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7508230648264153657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-5-centimeters-per.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7508230648264153657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7508230648264153657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-5-centimeters-per.html' title='Something about: 5 Centimeters Per Second'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2QICfkWTfo/TmjtAYDu9dI/AAAAAAAABJE/ujoq9Ftq5h8/s72-c/Byousoku5cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7437691706089779491</id><published>2011-09-08T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:43:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can it is so easy to get disappointed with so many things at once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7437691706089779491?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7437691706089779491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-can-it-is-so-easy-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7437691706089779491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7437691706089779491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-can-it-is-so-easy-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-810535411942395985</id><published>2011-09-08T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:12:54.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPmfBSGfqZw/Tme8XRQB_9I/AAAAAAAABJA/wytt52l5M-8/s1600/ghost.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPmfBSGfqZw/Tme8XRQB_9I/AAAAAAAABJA/wytt52l5M-8/s640/ghost.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click picture for bigger &amp;amp; clearer version.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flawless lady is flawless. This lady is &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Matsushima_Nanako"&gt;Matsushima Nanako&lt;/a&gt;. ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;Caps taken by me from the movie of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost:_In_Your_Arms_Again"&gt;Ghost: In Your Arms Again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A must-watch for people who loves romance type of movie. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-810535411942395985?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/810535411942395985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/810535411942395985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/810535411942395985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPmfBSGfqZw/Tme8XRQB_9I/AAAAAAAABJA/wytt52l5M-8/s72-c/ghost.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-639620257746718708</id><published>2011-09-07T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T03:57:22.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: PDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are some types of affection that we need to show to others, so that such feelings could be comprehend by other. Well, some need to, and some don’t. Too many affection shows in front of others could annoy. I mean, really. I just stuck in a situation that makes me want to screams “go get a room” to people. Heh. No, I’m not jealous, no thank you very much, I’m just annoyed. You know? Plainly annoyed with such people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_display_of_affection"&gt;PDA/PDOA; Public Display of Affection&lt;/a&gt; - is not a big NO-NO to me, but it’s just about limit. There are things that better keep off between you and partner-in-crime or whoever might involve without others acknowledges it. I mean, you’ll get angry when people throw comments about it and saying it’s violating your privacy and whatnots, but come on! You’re the one that letting such risks get close to you. Aite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, this week is definitely being the most stressful week of this semester. Test after test, presentation, submit reports and assignments and so-forth. So many works to be done in short span of time. The worst part of all is not about the workloads, but about my health. The day before I get back here in Arau, I finally get massage for I had fall more than a month ago. And the masseur kinda scolds me for letting it be like that for more than a month. Well, it wasn’t like I could do anything about that! I’m just afraid if I do anything it might worsen than it already is. And my mother was shocked because I do SCREAMS as I was being massaged. Damn hurt I tell you! The swollen part was huge (according to the masseur). Haha. A very interesting experience indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Fujioka Fujimaki &amp;amp; Nozomi Ohashi - Gake no Ue no Ponyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J25Vn5Lw-ik?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/8606098083116712450-639620257746718708?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/639620257746718708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-pda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/639620257746718708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/639620257746718708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-pda.html' title='Something about: PDA'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J25Vn5Lw-ik/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1054920529143955460</id><published>2011-09-06T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:34:44.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Heartbeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently today I kinda just realized that my heart is not made by steel. HAHA. =.= I don't feel like writing about it, so, let's skip it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;, I did shopping all by myself. Yes. Can I say I'm proud doing it? I mean, how many girls out there having such courage, like me? Right? ^___^ The thing about "anti-social" should not come in the picture, at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For once, I could finally imagine me being a wife. Heh. Like, husband out working and kids at school and that's the only time left for me to do grocery shopping. You know? =.=a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xM2PngEhwsI?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Kau dengan dirimu saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau dengan duniamu saja&lt;br /&gt;Teruskanlah Teruskanlah&lt;br /&gt;Kau begitu~"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Agnes Monica - Teruskanlah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Agnes Monica - Teruskanlah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ps: after so many time had passed, the dreams of we, of you spooning in me as you whispering sweetnothings comes. Can you tell me what should I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1054920529143955460?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1054920529143955460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1054920529143955460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1054920529143955460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-heartbeat.html' title='Something about: Heartbeat.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xM2PngEhwsI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4157525783240712529</id><published>2011-09-05T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T03:41:29.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: FLAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; This post is full of incoherent-ness because I am KAT-TUN bias. Better? Kamenashi Kazuya's bias. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I hate being a university student?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There aren't enough time for me to flail over KAT-TUN. Really, &lt;b&gt;I mean it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, as I browse through videos of KAT-TUN at Youtube, I stuck on this. Seriously, is it only me that founds the way Kamenashi caressing the mic stand is &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; disturbing? (insert pervert thought here) Hohoho~ And yes, Kamenashi wearing suits did nothing but adding the pervert thoughts inside my brain. Haha. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QqqWO8VDdn4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And seriously, how many male could actually turn me into someone like this other than Kamenashi-sama? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ KAT-TUN ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ps: I can't believe I&amp;nbsp;successfully&amp;nbsp;writing out my thoughts without any strong word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4157525783240712529?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4157525783240712529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-flail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4157525783240712529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4157525783240712529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-flail.html' title='Something about: FLAIL!'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QqqWO8VDdn4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4432472545211259979</id><published>2011-09-04T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:16:54.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Perjalanan Pulang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhirnya setelah bertahun-tahun, mabuk kenderaan kembali. Baru kali kedua aku tidur selama itu di dalam bas (kali pertama tidur lama di dalam bas adalah kerana terlalu letih). Ya, aku jarang tidur lama di dalam bas, kerana cukup tidak selesa. Malam tadi, dengan fikiran yang pusing dan perut yang bersedia untuk mengeluarkan isi, aku memaksa diri untuk tidur. Yakin jika tidak memaksa untuk tidur, tragedi akan terjadi di dalam bas. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kebetulan yang agak melegakan, yang duduk di sebelah adalah kawan sendiri. Lega, kerana sebelum itu khuatir jika entah siapa-siapa yang duduk di sebelah. Maklum sajalah, dah biasa membeli tempat duduk persendirian, kerana tiket habis terpaksa jugalah akur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah seminggu lebih bergembira bersama keluarga, akhirnya aku kini telah kembali ke Arau. Meninggalkan bumi Selangor dengan hati yang sayu. Sebulan sahaja lagi sebelum semester ini tamat, namun hati masih tidak puas menikmati cuti. Apatah lagi mengenangkan cuti pertengahan semester yang lalu sedag sibuk dengan Pekan Teater, dan cuti semester nanti ada pula aktiviti yang menanti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuti selama seminggu lebih ini, entah kenapa hati sentiasa tenang, akhamdulillah. Walaupun sebelum cuti itu, hati berdebar-debar entah kenapa, namun syukur cuti berlalu tanpa terjadi apa-apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JqIIs6R_oFc?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh bulan tolonglah daku &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;katakan padanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ku cinta dia~"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sheila Majid - Dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Sheila Majid - Dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4432472545211259979?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4432472545211259979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-perjalanan-pulang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4432472545211259979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4432472545211259979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/sesuatu-tentang-perjalanan-pulang.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Perjalanan Pulang.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JqIIs6R_oFc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-4977646959502513378</id><published>2011-09-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:16:40.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days more before “Hello Arau”. Well, as you all can guess, I’m not too enthusiastic to be back in Arau; facing hectic life yet again. As for now, I’m trying my best to catching up with my assignments and term paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of term paper, it’s quite hard right now because of the details right now. Yeap, right now I think that the thing that I need to focus on is the details. The draft wasn’t something that I really am proud of, but since I am the one that choose the title, who am I to complain too much about it right? Haha. :D And remembering back one (quite) big accident caused by it. For once, all of the sudden there is this particular person being nice to me. Well, past is past; definitely should not dwell in it. Right now, I could laugh it off because really, how dense that person think I am eh? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, about this year’s Eid ul-Fitr. Definitely different for years ago. Well, for the first time we all celebrate it with baby Umar; the oh-so-excited baby meeting new people. Well, for those who didn’t know, my brother and his small families live in Johor. So, we rarely could meet up with each other. Only when there’s event we all could gather. Of course I am happy! =) Just imagine I’m furthering my studies in Perlis, my parents and my sister at Selangor, while my brother at Johor. We all scattered in peninsular of Malaysia! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first day, we just visited two houses, both are my grandparents’ houses. &lt;i&gt;Balik kampung jeee&lt;/i&gt;. The reason why we didn’t visited others is all the families members gather together, means that the elders’ (especially) have so many stories to tell each other. Just imagine stuck in houses with more than 30 people at once. Of course there are so many things to talk about, right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second and third day was practically almost nothing. We didn’t visit others because we didn’t get the chance to. Haha. Relatives, friends, neighbours; well, lots of people had come to visit us. Kids. OMG, the kids. It’s quite chaos when they come. We had no kids (unless you want to count me as one) so our home is always in peace. So, yes, kids. OMG OMG OMG. Chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, Naqib was here with his families (Naqib is my cousin for those who don’t know. But really, who don’t? =.=). Great thing when he comes is; new stock of movies AND I got The Sims 3; crack version. Hohoho~ Movies that I really want from him; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Italian_Job_(2003_film)"&gt;The Italian Job&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t even remember how many times I had watched it but really, it is a great movie. Had tried to download one, but the quality wasn’t that great. He gives me a HD version of it. 1280x538 pixel. Just imagine how happy I am right now! =) OMG OMG OMG. Pretty movie is pretty! And for some unknown reason, he got &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Last_Friends"&gt;Last Friends&lt;/a&gt;. Steal it too. Been few years since I last saw it, eh. Great drama, one that I’ll suggest people to watch, but not for people with weak heart. Just recap episode ten; screams at the beginning and cries at the end of the episode. Hoho~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W6QjKT1A2pI?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Utada Hikaru – Prisoner of Love (theme song for Last Friends)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this song too. It is a song that in reality; makes people think as listen to it (well, at least I did). Because this song did not only sings about love; it sings about friends, and about life. Life is not easy, but we just need to goes on and on. “You might have stolen my heart, and I might be a prisoner of love, but I won’t live my life as a failure,” is the thing that running in my mind as I listen to this song. Haha. I love songs with great lyrics. Songs that have soul, songs that have meaning; songs that makes people think or be grateful of life. Unfortunately, not many of these kinds of songs could be found, or even appreciated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Utada Hikaru - Prisoner of Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-4977646959502513378?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/4977646959502513378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4977646959502513378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/4977646959502513378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-about-now.html' title='Something about: Now.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/W6QjKT1A2pI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1675371310389718232</id><published>2011-08-31T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:02:13.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Happy Eid, Everyone! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many things to be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And alhamdulillah for what I have up until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;ps: pelik. ramai dok merungut duit raya makin kurang. duit raya aku makin banyak. hari ni je dah rm200+. eh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-1675371310389718232?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1675371310389718232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-eid-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1675371310389718232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1675371310389718232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-eid-everyone.html' title='Happy Eid, Everyone! =)'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2414690332873262466</id><published>2011-08-28T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T05:23:19.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: bond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, I definitely am not writing about James Bond. Heh. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know how important it is to treasure all the people around you? Sometimes, there are&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;that when you need them, when you want them to be beside you (literally or not); without a word said and they happen to &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; be there for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, you &lt;i&gt;barely&lt;/i&gt; knows each other, but you could share thoughts and opinion like you had known each others for more than ten years. Or even tell your problem and secrets to each others. Trying to get more of each other and tried to help out each other. Appreciating each other and not judging; just &lt;b&gt;accepting&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking and having some chat with few people lately make me feel glad to just; alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times when things get too overwhelming, a little bit more than I could take, a little bit more than I could ever handle; but I know I had people that cares of me. Families, and friends. I do appreciate each and every single one of them to just be there when I need them. Of course there are times that only me could solve my problem, but I don't think I could ever get through without them. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Maroon5 - Nothing Lasts Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps: this entry is dedicated to great hearts around me. Thank you everyone. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-2414690332873262466?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2414690332873262466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-bond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2414690332873262466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2414690332873262466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-bond.html' title='Something about: bond.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Taman Selesa, 45700 Jeram, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.2872635 101.30127629999993</georss:point><georss:box>3.285602 101.29958529999993 3.288925 101.30296729999992</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2793966392020303613</id><published>2011-08-26T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:40:32.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Home Sweet Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, after long hours of journey, I reached home around 7.30 am. Alhamdulillah. Despite that we start the journey from Kangar around 10pm, but the bus driver take is slow and easy. And truthfully, I kinda liked that. Because these few days, it keeps raining and driving too fast could led to things that we don't want to happen happens, right? The important thing is I'm here in my house, safe and sound. Especially when lately, I'm not feeling all that great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, to show how excited I am for this upcoming &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawwal"&gt;Shawwal&lt;/a&gt;, I had re-tried all my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baju_Kurung"&gt;baju kurung&lt;/a&gt;. Okay, truthfully, I kinda worried it won't fit me because this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramadan"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/a&gt; whether you believe it or not, I had gain some weight. I just can't seem to stop eating during night. At times, even me myself can't believe I could eat THAT much. HAHA. Okay, back to the baju kurung. To my surprise, my baju kurung is loose. I don't even know if it is good thing or not. The poor baju kurung will need some pins or I'll look weird wearing them. HEHE. *awkwardlaugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over this month of Ramadhan, believe it or not, I gain some friends. Alhamdulillah. =) Despite many things happens to me, but I gain a lot of things too it seems. Thank you Allah for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Maroon5 - Nothing Lasts Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-2793966392020303613?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2793966392020303613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2793966392020303613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2793966392020303613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-home-sweet-home.html' title='Something about: Home Sweet Home.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bukit Rotan, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.301922 101.30052999999998</georss:point><georss:box>3.2790549999999996 101.26908199999998 3.324789 101.33197799999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-7510399658378646961</id><published>2011-08-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:05:15.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, the things that matters most is sharing. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RT9PQgMtkDo?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z2gUYEhtBKg?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And sometimes, just listening is already great enough. Thanks friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Maddi Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-7510399658378646961?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/7510399658378646961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7510399658378646961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/7510399658378646961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-friends.html' title='Something about: Friends.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RT9PQgMtkDo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-3563041297935242542</id><published>2011-08-23T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:07:03.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Somewhere between laughing for no reason, innocent smiles, long talks &amp;amp; making fun of each other, they fell in love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mood is having its&amp;nbsp;roller-coaster&amp;nbsp;moment. To put it in simple words, I'm emotionally unstable by now. As simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It hurts me when people plays &lt;i&gt;Raya&lt;/i&gt; songs (sad ones, especially) without caring others feeling. I mean, I had no problem at all with all the fun and enjoying &lt;i&gt;Raya&lt;/i&gt; songs. but the sad ones? Damn it &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. I had spent my entire short mid-semester break to finish so many things here in Arau. I had got no chances to meet my parents at all, and people just do things without cares of others. And to make things worse, they played such songs in&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;MAXIMUM &lt;/b&gt;volumes. They just had to. Dude, I do nothing to you. Can you please, PLEASEEE wears your earpiece if you jest need to listen to such songs? Well, I mean, who knows you could die from NOT LISTEN to such songs, right? And that is not all. The annoying thing about all of this is people that do so is the people that their homes just close by (means they meets their parents in regular basis or went home every weekend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, I had problem with wimpy kids that wails anytime they want, commenting things, COMPLAINING even when they got their parents close by. Dude, &lt;i&gt;aku ni dari akhir bulan 5 tak jumpa mak abah aku&lt;/i&gt;. So please, before you do things or say things to me, please think. Because my patient already at its limit. I really don't want to throw harsh words to others, so just stay away from me! Unless if you really want to listen to my strings of curses, you're most welcome to poke me and annoys me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few things happened in this semester. And I decided to make space, putting gap between some people around me. I'm sorry, but&amp;nbsp;hypocrisy&amp;nbsp;is a big NO-NO to me. For once, I really am happy with this. Alhamdulillah. Because after so many things occurs, Allah had showed me people that worth enough and people that were not. I'm not throwing people away from me, I just make a gap, quite a huge one. HAHA. Because I did not want others to take me for granted. Or hurt me. At one point, I just decided to become a selfish person. A&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;selfish. Because people takes me for granted, so why I must take them seriously, aite? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kbGF3Uyl2Hw?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, completely suits my mood right now. Cliché much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ ayaka - Blue Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-3563041297935242542?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/3563041297935242542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3563041297935242542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/3563041297935242542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-says.html' title='Something about: Says.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kbGF3Uyl2Hw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Uitm Arau, 02600 Arau, Perlis, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.451348599999999 100.27824120000002</georss:point><georss:box>6.446366599999999 100.27156320000003 6.456330599999999 100.28491920000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-2459361083948274236</id><published>2011-08-22T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:23:20.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Sakit Luar, Sakit Dalam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sakit luar. Bulan lepas jatuh, dan sampai sekarang masih sakit. Tunggu nak balik rumah dan berurut. TT.TT Sakitnya, hanya Allah yang tahu macam mana aku boleh tahan sampai sekarang. Yang paling penting, jangan lari sebab bila lari berkali ganda sakit tu rasanya. Rasa bersalah kepada mak abah, sebab selalu buat mereka risau. Setiap semester jatuh, setiap semester kena jumpa tukang urut. Dahlah rumah jauh. Nak jumpa selalu memang tak dapat, selalu pulak kemalangan. Maaf mak, maaf abah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sakit dalam. Sakit sangat bila cuba memahami orang yang tak mahu membuka hati dan memberi peluang untuk difahami. Sentiasa melindungi diri, entah dari apa dan siapa aku tak pasti. Dan aku? Terus-terusan menjeruk hati. Dan bersabar lagi. Masih cuba memahami situasi yang membelenggu diri. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Memang best sahur dengan chocolate indulgence secret&amp;nbsp;recipe. Eh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tambah pulak dengan kawan baik yang selalu &lt;i&gt;busy&lt;/i&gt;. Yang ni, aku taknak lah komen lebih-lebih sebab aku sedar, kami ada hidup sendiri. Tapi perasaan kecewa bila aku perlukan pertolongan dan dilayan endah tak endah tu, dalam hati mesih terasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tu &lt;i&gt;homesick&lt;/i&gt; pulak. Sikit-sikit call mak abah. Cakap sekejap-sekejap je pon. Kalau ikut emosi masa call tu, memang dah berderu-deru air mata ni keluar. Tapi cuba tahan jugak. Takut mak abah bimbang lebih-lebih. Kadang-kadang tu, ter-menangis jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat masa ni tengah dengar lagu ni ulang-ulang sampai rasa nak meraung-raung fikir pasal seseorang. Okay, bab meraung-raung tu aku tipu. Tapi memang hati terasa sebab macam-macam benda yang aku pendam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1OfsZyYPLoI?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAAF, AKU EGO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Lady Antebellum - Need You Now&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/8606098083116712450-2459361083948274236?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/2459361083948274236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sesuatu-tentang-sakit-luar-sakit-dalam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2459361083948274236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/2459361083948274236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sesuatu-tentang-sakit-luar-sakit-dalam.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Sakit Luar, Sakit Dalam.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1OfsZyYPLoI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Uitm Arau, 02600 Arau, Perlis, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.451348599999999 100.27824120000002</georss:point><georss:box>6.446366599999999 100.27156320000003 6.456330599999999 100.28491920000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-855771049580384138</id><published>2011-08-22T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T04:02:03.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession(s)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: Patient Pays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...Sooner. Or later. We just need to sit back, relax and enjoy what we have right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was kinda&amp;nbsp;hectic&amp;nbsp;as quite a number of things need to be settled in one go. But thank God, Alhamdulillah, everything went quite well in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the things is, preparing job application letter and resume for our mock interview. The given post to me is being an Education&amp;nbsp;Counselor at one of private university here in Malaysia. Well, it is mock interview, the word mock itself should present the mean of the said assignment, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Preparing the resume had makes me think about the future a little bit more that I usually would. "Future" to me is what I need to do next, and what I'm aiming to be soon. I rarely think about more than a year ahead (unless about babies, yes, I do think A LOT about babies).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to have a stable life. Get married before 27. And have 2 kids before I'm 30. Why? I did not want to be THAT old when my child graduating their study. Haha. Just imagine. If my child was born when I'm 30 years old, I would be 50+ when my child graduates. THAT old? (&lt;i&gt;nak bergambar pon dah tak&lt;/i&gt; vouge!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;dream&amp;nbsp;of someone who will hold me, spooning me close to him and could whispering sweet nothings to me when I'm feeling too miserable. And just be there when I need him. Someone who would look after me. Who cares for me. Who would treat me like I am the most important lady (next&amp;nbsp;to his mother, of course) in the world. Someone who could guide me. Someone who could lead me when its time to pray, be my Imam. Someone who could just &lt;i&gt;accept&lt;/i&gt; me as what I am. The good and the bad side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have a small families, yet full of love. Because sometimes, that's the only thing that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, take care and have a great day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(|].^_^.[|) ♪♫~~ Far East Movement - Rocketeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ps: I'm way too miserable at this moment. Someone keeps me at confuse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-855771049580384138?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/855771049580384138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-patient-pays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/855771049580384138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/855771049580384138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-patient-pays.html' title='Something about: Patient Pays...'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Uitm Arau, 02600 Arau, Perlis, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.451348599999999 100.27824120000002</georss:point><georss:box>6.446366599999999 100.27156320000003 6.456330599999999 100.28491920000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1440994318021813328</id><published>2011-08-21T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:23:46.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Langsi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;notakepala: ini entri yang ditulis untuk melepaskan kemarahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aku tau lah kau ada jawatan, tapi tak payah lah nak langsi sangat dengan orang."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di atas adalah status terbaru di &lt;i&gt;facebook&lt;/i&gt; aku. Kenapa? Aku tengah menahan marah kepada manusia yang &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;langsi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tak tengok kanan kiri. Kau tahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang terjadi petang tadi. Sewaktu aku sedang menunggu dijemput kawan aku untuk berbuka puasa di &lt;i&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/i&gt;, aku melepak dengan kawan-kawan aku yang menunggu kawan-kawan yang lain - mereka akan berbuka puasa di Kuala Perlis katanya. Kami bertiga ketika itu, dua perempuan (termasuk aku) dan seorang rakan lelaki. Seorang rakan lelaki yang lain sedang mengambil barang di kolej.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedang kami berborak, tiba-tiba kami ditegur oleh hamba Allah. Perbualan berikutnya lebih kurang seperti ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hamba Allah: Kamu berdua (merujuk kepada kedua-dua teman aku) ada urusan ke di sini?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teman Perempuan: Kami tunggu kawan di sini.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hamba Allah: Sebab kalau tiada urusan kami boleh ambil tindakan tau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan teman aku terus lah membidas kata-kata hamba Allah itu. Kau nampak tak apa yang &lt;b&gt;tak berapa nak kena&lt;/b&gt; di sini? AKU KAT SITU KOT. APA DIA INGAT AKU NI ADA SUPERPOWER JADI INVISIBLE KE HAPE?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat muka mintak carut aku pulak tu. Kalau lah ikut baran aku, aku teringinlah nak cakap macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cik adik comel (comel kee?), awak ni dah elok dah. Pakai tudung labuh. Baju longgar, bak kata, tutup auratlah. Tapi sayang, kasut tu tukarlah kepada yang tapak getah. Ini tak, &lt;b&gt;keletang keletung&lt;/b&gt; jugak saya dengar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AKU WIN SEJUTA KALI. :P&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/8606098083116712450-1440994318021813328?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/1440994318021813328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sesuatu-tentang-langsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1440994318021813328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/1440994318021813328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sesuatu-tentang-langsi.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Langsi.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6773576355783965561</id><published>2011-08-21T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:26:06.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Dalaman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;notakepala: ini entri memakihamun manusia. Sekian terima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku takde hal lah bila orang nak bercinta-cinta dekat facebook tu sebenarnya. Tapi aku ada hal lah bila kau bercinta tak hengat dunia lepas tu bila kau bergaduh bagai dengan boypren gelpren kau lepas tu dok makimaki tak hengat dunia. Kau fikir kau &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; sangatlah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PUHLEASE HOKAYH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau kau pikir kau cool buat bendebende takde faedah macam tu, aku memang berniat besar nak ambil baldi dan muntahmuntah sebab aku rase kau ni memanglah tak sedar diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tu nak tunjuktunjuk yang&amp;nbsp;boypren gelpren kau jeles lebehlebeh sebab dia sayang kau. Memang kalau dapat dekat aku, aku pang duadua sekaligus. Tolonglah weyh. Kau dok kapelkapel tak hengat dunia, kau hidup gune duit sape je weyh? Duit Pak Mak hang jugak. Jadi tak payahlah nak overover sangat yeee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Serius. Aku memang takde hal kalau kau nak bermesramanja bagai, tapi kalau kau gaduh, sendiri pikir lah nak cover macam mane sebab aku memang tak hingin nak tau ape jadi dekat rumahtangga korang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian terima kasih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;notakaki: aku tak suka kau gaduhgaduh lepastu kutukkutuk sebab aku rase kalau orang buat macam tu, takde beza pon dia dengan orang yang dia kutukkutuk tu. Kutukkutuk tapi lepas tu gedik ew ew punye. Oh, aku memang tak paham manusia&amp;nbsp;species merekamereka ini.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6773576355783965561?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6773576355783965561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sesuatu-tentang-dalaman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6773576355783965561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6773576355783965561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sesuatu-tentang-dalaman.html' title='Sesuatu tentang: Dalaman.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Uitm Arau, 02600 Arau, Perlis, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.451348599999999 100.27824120000002</georss:point><georss:box>6.446366599999999 100.27156320000003 6.456330599999999 100.28491920000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-6857507324309361940</id><published>2011-08-19T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:40:14.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Something about: worried.</title><content type='html'>Some people just don't know when others are worried of them. Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people don't know or can't decipher it, it makes me feels like I am a bad friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8606098083116712450-6857507324309361940?l=nabilaharifin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/feeds/6857507324309361940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6857507324309361940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8606098083116712450/posts/default/6857507324309361940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nabilaharifin.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-about-worried.html' title='Something about: worried.'/><author><name>NabilahArifin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03411983382577438099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJRHZIgfXtw/TjDkkT-8_ZI/AAAAAAAABHw/NFUqq3UpDH4/s220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8606098083116712450.post-1041124430913719289</id><published>2011-08-16T04:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:03:33.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me: personal rambling'/><title type='text'>Sesuatu tentang: Perbezaan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I might as well wearing lots of makeup tomorrow for not sleeping yet at this moment despite having an important class started at 8 am tomorrow. HAHA. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antara sahabat dan kawan; banyak perbezaannya tu. =) Kawan dan kenalan; masih juga banyak perbezaan di antara mereka itu. Kau tahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagi aku, sahabat itu adalah mereka yang memberi dan menerima. Tidaklah hanya memberi tapi tidak mahu menerima langsung, dan tidak juga yang asyik menerima tanpa memberi. '&lt;i&gt;Give and take&lt;/i&gt;' dalam perhubungan bagaimanapun, bagi aku adalah penting. Tapi mestilah ada perbezaan dengan '&lt;i&gt;relationship-for-benefit&lt;/i&gt;'. Kau tahu apa bezanya?&amp;nbsp;'&lt;i&gt;Relationship-for-benefit&lt;/i&gt;' tiada istilah ikhlas dalam perhubungannya. Takde &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; langsung hubungan macam tu. HAHA. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan bagi aku juga, sahabat itu adalah mereka yang tahu bila kita memerlukan mereka, dan sentiasa ada untuk kita. Bukan sahaja masa senang, malahan masa susah. Pendek kata, bila-bila pun boleh bersama mereka. Sentiasa tahu masa yang tepat untuk menegur kesalahan kita dan tahu cara untuk menegur tanpa melukakan hati kita. Tapi tidaklah sampai melekat 24/7 sebab masing-masing perlulah ada &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt; sendiri. Jujurnya, aku tak suka terlalu banyak masa diluangkan bersama kenalan, kawan, mahupun sahabat. Benar, merekalah yang mewarnai kehidupan kita. Tapi janganlah sampai terlupa yang masing-masing kita ada visi dan misi kita sendiri; demi masa hadapan kita juga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sahabat juga tahu, bila masa mereka perlu memberikan kita ruang dan masa. Ya, ruang DAN masa. Kedua-duanya penting. Bila aku dilanda masalah, aku sebolehnya akan menyelesaikan masalah sendiri. Aku tak mahu terlalu bergantung kepada mereka yang berada di sisi aku. Kerana aku takut aku tidak mampu untuk belajar berdikari. Berdiri di atas kaki sendiri; mudah dikatakan sukar dikotakan. Aku pasti kau setuju, walaupun kau telah terbukti berjaya melaksanakannya. Hidup yang mudah; bukanlah h
