<?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-1815480601017268030</id><updated>2011-12-03T03:52:10.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oppressed, depressed, obsessed</title><subtitle type='html'>When you're bored, you babble. When you babble, you make no sense. No sense at all...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-422410437941312858</id><published>2011-04-26T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:31:04.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging, honestly I do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Have been wanting to update. I'M NOT LYING XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-422410437941312858?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/422410437941312858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=422410437941312858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/422410437941312858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/422410437941312858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2011/04/realization.html' title='Realization.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1455527299264025548</id><published>2011-01-14T10:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:48:09.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TS_HG--kJzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZPj2IsEOCOo/s1600/th_setga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TS_HG--kJzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZPj2IsEOCOo/s320/th_setga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561882987624408882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't worry, I don't hate anyone at the time being. I'm neutral. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;But I am also bored. So I am now watching this TV series by the title "Ten Things I Hate About You". For one reason;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Verona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not just because of him. The plots OK. So are the actors.&lt;br /&gt;But I just found out something. Deep voices disturb me. BIG TIME. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Off to camp tonight. Wish me good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1455527299264025548?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1455527299264025548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1455527299264025548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1455527299264025548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1455527299264025548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things I hate about you.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TS_HG--kJzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZPj2IsEOCOo/s72-c/th_setga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8004417284346993644</id><published>2011-01-13T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:38:25.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me, I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TS6dyVG_BHI/AAAAAAAAASs/d8XBX84i3lc/s1600/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TS6dyVG_BHI/AAAAAAAAASs/d8XBX84i3lc/s320/DSC_0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561556077834601586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I said to make this a regular thing so I should at least update this thing every other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Sorry, my bad -.-'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's topic is trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Trust is something that you invest in. I put my trust in you, and you are supposed to help me develop it. As it grows bigger, and gets deeper, we're both in it together.  Come hell or high water, we built it together. I would say that trust is like a balloon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Because; when you break someone's trust, it's as if you're bursting someone's balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; POP! No more big-air-filled-bright-happy-coloured balloon. All you get are the bits and pieces of it. And to put it back together? Impossible. You'll have to get another balloon and start ALL over again. And the pain of it? If only balloon's could talk, ask them how it feels to be poked with a super sharp needle. I bet it hurts big time. Like getting your heart slashed with a knife. Or something even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Trust is when you know you can tell someone the real reason why you can't go to a party either than the reason you tell publicly like "Oh, I got some family business which is totally boring; but enjoy the party!" when the real reason is because your mom wouldn't let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Trust is when you tell someone your biggest secret and knowing that your secret is safe under lock and key because that person is someone you trust. No one will ever find out because that person's lips are sealed.And when you tell him/her that secret, you won't feel embarrassed  because that person won't give a damn about your secret, because deep down, she has a secret too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust is when your secret is out, you feel betrayed and back stabbed. Like being thrown into a black hole; being sucked into nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Trust is when you did a mistake, and you can depend on someone to tell you that you did something wrong. Nicely or other wise. What matters is that you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Trust is when you did something SO humiliating, you would die if people found out. But they don't. Because certain 'someones' didn't tell the whole world about it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Trust is when you can look into someone's eyes and the know they shouldn't say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust is when you agree to marry someone; hoping that the person will not cheat on you but help you build a happy marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust is when you get on motorbike of a guy you just met a few hours ago. Not knowing his intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust is when you give something valuable to someone for them to take care of. And when you get it back; it's still in mint condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, trust is something you can the meaning of in the dictionary :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8004417284346993644?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8004417284346993644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8004417284346993644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8004417284346993644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8004417284346993644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2011/01/trust-me-i-know.html' title='Trust me, I know.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TS6dyVG_BHI/AAAAAAAAASs/d8XBX84i3lc/s72-c/DSC_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-512279425033097328</id><published>2011-01-04T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:39:31.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People change, so do lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TSLIpJTtgVI/AAAAAAAAASk/JK6hRKFhyAk/s1600/DSCN4340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TSLIpJTtgVI/AAAAAAAAASk/JK6hRKFhyAk/s320/DSCN4340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558225499327398226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I had this weird feeling. Why am I at home?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then I realized that I don't go to school anymore. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my eyes caught the calenders that Dalila and I own. We have these calenders that we can put notes in them to show that we have things to be done on that day. Someday when I get the chance I'll take a ic of them and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, when I looked at them, I saw the biiiiiiig diff between them. One calender had Bio, Chem F4 and Homework on it. The other one had Katibah, KBM and Lesen :D on it. Get where I'm going? Haha. I could only smile. My life has taken a 180 degrees turn after SPM ended. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So3, what DO I do at home? Haha. Adalah.&lt;br /&gt;But what I wanted to tell you is something that happened yesterday. I was doing one of my 'jobs', which is to take care of ALL the things that we want to recycle in the house. So first I started with my book cupboard. Which I have two. [hey, you can have SO much paper you know when in F5]&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of time and energy but I managed. What was funny were the things that I found while doing so;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS YOU FIND WHILE CLEANING UP PAPERS FROM 08/09/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The pic from Ihtifal 08. [Which was so ughly]&lt;br /&gt;2) A piece of paper where your friends and you played this game last year. [Huda, Miza, you guys are guilty!]&lt;br /&gt;3) Your old PA exam papers where you passed barely with a 42.&lt;br /&gt;4) A cartoon strip where your 'Mak' drew for you before you went to a debate comp. [Anisah :(]&lt;br /&gt;5) RM1o $$&lt;br /&gt;6)A wallet you lost last year.&lt;br /&gt;7) Old notebooks you used during Form 2 and has that old memory feeling to it. [ 2 Athif!]&lt;br /&gt;8) 4 or 5 buku latihan [chem, bio, addmath] that you never even touched. Which are gladly passed to your younger sister. But you doubt she wants them.&lt;br /&gt;9) Empty notebooks and buku latihan that you keep for the future but you're sure that no one will use them and your bros will just buy new ones next year.&lt;br /&gt;10) Old addmath exercises and when you whip out a pen and try to do them , you ACTUALLY CAN ANSWER THEM. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;11) You think of all the money you can earn from recycling all the papers. $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah. So those are the things that I found during my January cleanup. Actually, I have a big plastic bag full of papers to still rummage in so I think I'll get to that in a while.  But I had a nice time blogging. Makes me want to do another post. But I have my priorities. Toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-512279425033097328?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/512279425033097328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=512279425033097328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/512279425033097328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/512279425033097328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-change-so-do-lives.html' title='People change, so do lives.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TSLIpJTtgVI/AAAAAAAAASk/JK6hRKFhyAk/s72-c/DSCN4340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1455622276834251728</id><published>2011-01-03T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:12:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athirah returns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TSHmyLSfRHI/AAAAAAAAASc/yXtQRqqb3zw/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TSHmyLSfRHI/AAAAAAAAASc/yXtQRqqb3zw/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557977164850087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sirih pulang ke gagang. I miss you bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have all this free time, there is no excuse for me to leave you like an unwanted&lt;br /&gt;piece of something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pledge is to practice my writing here. I can't get rusty!&lt;br /&gt;I might even have to take up fanfic dares from Amnah again just to keep my mind from turning into a piece of dead membranes. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have this new year's resolution to renovate this blog and turn it into something I'll be doing even when I'm married and have my own grandkids. That is if I ever do get married if not I'll just blog as a lonely old lady. Ok, JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a new and improved, constantly updated blog. Mark my words people.&lt;br /&gt;Starting now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1455622276834251728?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1455622276834251728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1455622276834251728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1455622276834251728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1455622276834251728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2011/01/athirah-returns.html' title='Athirah returns.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/TSHmyLSfRHI/AAAAAAAAASc/yXtQRqqb3zw/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2448763031289638770</id><published>2010-11-19T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:49:19.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasiat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Salam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say when you want to go somewhere far far away, you should settle things at home.                                    [ok, walaupun asrama/school isn't very far, but still]So, I would like to take the opportunity to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, I would like to ask forgiveness from all my teachers.The knowledge you have passed on to me has been a great help. You guys helped in making me a better person :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To friends, all the years we spent together were the colours in my life :)                                                                    It's true when they say that school life is the hardest to let go.I already miss school. And I'll try to cherish the 30 days I have left.If in all these years I have done something that has made you hurt one bit,forgive me. And I'm sure that's the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kita kan geng :)                                                                                                                                     Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teringat time Mohon Restu. Everybody macam 'tak, awk tak buat salah'But we never know right? So, andai kata terumpat, tersalah sangka, ter-ignore, ter-tidak-tolong, terhutang, ter-tidak-pulangkan-barang, ter-apa2 je, maafkan kawan anda yang kerdil ini. [haha, rojak]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh3, and pray for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kepada kaum Adam,if my presence has been any disturbance, uh, forgive me?                                                         I might not be the best classmate/batch mate/schoolmate but that's okay.                                                              Nobody's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My feelings now? Quite scared.The feeling's complicated. A mixed of emotions.And I hope God will help me get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to all those that have wished me, supported me, gave me hope [even though palsu],held my hand and led me the way, thanks. My success is your success also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray for us, pray for me, pray for everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive us, forgive me, forgive everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our success is for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G12 can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*oh god, I can't believe how sappy I am in this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;** I promise that I'll get back to blogging as soon as I get back from war. I miss it dearly and thanks to those faithful readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2448763031289638770?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2448763031289638770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2448763031289638770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2448763031289638770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2448763031289638770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/11/wasiat.html' title='Wasiat.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1255916081224644070</id><published>2010-07-25T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:47:14.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15937_104298816249723_100000088141328_124370_7600964_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15937_104298816249723_100000088141328_124370_7600964_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, Allah should punish me for being such a liar. I just promise and promise to update but I never do. But never fear, Athirah is posting something today, isn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, this post is written [or typed?] to announce something. It's so mega important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M GETTING MARRIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. Had you fooled there right? Ok, maybe not. My mom would kill me if I were to get married now. But, someday I will right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough with the nonsense, lets get to the real matter. The reason why I chose marriage as the topic in today's post is because suddenly Allah gave me the muse to write about a few things that I just observed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, about the issue of the current trend in Malaysia's men. Did you read yesterday's paper? Actually, this issue has been around for some while, say the past few months? I dunno. I'm talking about the issue where Malaysian men are now more interested in choosing foreign women as their spouse, rather then the already overflowing of unmarried local girls. Sure sure, most of them are Chinese that choose these agencies that hook you with some Vietnamese or Chinese lady but that's not what I'm about to tackle. You can marry with whoever you want, as if I care. But what captured my interest was the reason why these men chose to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why Malaysian men chose to marry foreigns;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Because they are too shy to attract the attention of local women so easier to marry some stranger.&lt;br /&gt;2) They had too many bad relationships before, so better off marrying someone who won't cheat, ask for high dowry or is a gold digger.&lt;br /&gt;3) They are already in their 30s to 40s so no lady would want them.&lt;br /&gt;4) Too busy to find one on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a couple of em. It's kinda heart breaking to see these men just wanting to settle down but just can't find the right one. Or should I say Mrs. Right? After reading the articles, it states that yes, it is not confirmed that these marriages can last due to language, cultural,  nationality differences and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most importantly the fact that they barely know each other&lt;/span&gt;, but most actually do! Not that I am actually encouraging anyone to go and sign in some match-making website t0 find the most suitable candidate but LOOK AT THE HIDDEN POINT. Isi tersurat. Oh, come on guys, you passed your Bahasa Melayu test, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a few minutes to ponder. Focus on the bolded words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had enough of guessing? Let me get straight to the point. THEY DIDN'T KNOW EACH OTHER!&lt;br /&gt;But, they had a happy marriage. Now what does that have to do with us fellow Muslims, my dear brothers and sisters? Well, if you have two good functioning eyes or just a plain brain, you can see that it is a norm for Malays here to get to know each other  first, or in Malay, kenali hati budi masing2, a.k.a couple, berpasangan, bercinta, what else??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is before marriage, fyi. They say it's an excuse so that you won't make the wrong decision in marrying that person. Or just to make a statement that, Hello world, this lady/man is mine!&lt;br /&gt; Or just to say that you want to get married based on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says in Islam you can't get to know your future spouse? Who says there will not be love in a marriage if you do not know that person inside out before the akad nikah? Who says you need to stick to each other like leeches, then you can decide whether she/he is the one? In the community I live in, many of them married without even knowing as much as they're name and looks of their future spouse. Same goes for my own parents. But they lived happily ever after. There is no need for all the love before marriage thing. Like they say, when love blossoms after marriage, it's sweeter. And I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the celebrities in Malaysia. Bercinta macam nak rak, then get married after gazillion years of knowing each other, then divorce. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is that it is proven that it doesn't matter if you know your future spouse well or not before you get married. It's what the both of you do after the marriage to make it a happy one. And always pray to God, may he bless you one day with a person that you will be happy with. Same goes to me. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second issue! Now, yesterday I also watched a movie. Titled " My Best Friend's Wedding".&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know, somehow imagining myself watching such a movie is quite suprising but I had nothing else to do and I was bored so might as well just make do with latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about this lady who finds out that her best friend [who is a guy] is getting married, and then suddenly realizes that she loves him so dearly that she goes down to the bride's home state where the marriage ceremony is to be held. But, as a guest. Not to ruin the ceremony. That was her initial plan. Then suddenly she gets all cuckoo and wanted to break the couple up as she was mega jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after one attempt after another, including announcing that she was actually engaged to this friend of hers who was actually gay, she finally confessed to her best friend [her gay friend advised her to. Irony] ON THE DAY OF THE ACTUAL CEREMONY. Shock, horror, gasp! How would you react if something like that happened to you? Wonders of wonders, the bride saw them kiss, the groom chases the bride, with maniac lady chasing the groom, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she didn't even get the man. So dramatic, yet so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ending of the movie was when the best friend got married to his fiance. The usual things in an American wedding, white gown, flowers, confetti, the works. But there was one thing that caught my eye. The bride's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face looked as if she wasn't wearing makeup. It looked so natural and real, pristine. [ok, I have limited vocabulary on talking about things like this] You get my point right? Well, it reminded me of Malay weddings. Quite the opposite for us huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malay weddings, that is the time for the bride and groom to go full blast on everything!&lt;br /&gt;From clothes, to makeup, to those hantaran thingys, etc. But what tickles me most is the makeup. God, mak andam mana pon, it's still funny to look at the faces of most brides at the wedding I go to. Sometimes, it's too thick, the colours not right, it's smudged, it's just plain awful. I mean, seriously, for example your baju is already hot pink [sumpah tiada kaitan dgn yg hidup ataupun mati], then you go and put blusher on your cheeks sampai I feel as if you're being swallowed by your own wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not enough? What about the eye shadow? Woot. I'd rather not comment on that. Just let it be. I've had enough of criticizing. [actually I'm just too lazy too type more]&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, makeup will make you look young now, but will make you look old later.&lt;br /&gt;I think he best makeup for now is just wudhu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that makes up for everything. Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i think I'm getting a bit rusty in this blogging thing. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1255916081224644070?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1255916081224644070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1255916081224644070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1255916081224644070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1255916081224644070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/07/marriage.html' title='Marriage.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8739027820310448885</id><published>2010-06-13T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:01:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise a long one coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You won't be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have betrayed my dream of being a writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shame on you Athirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. If only I could rewind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8739027820310448885?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8739027820310448885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8739027820310448885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8739027820310448885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8739027820310448885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/06/promise.html' title='Promise.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8835099105382364496</id><published>2010-03-21T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:12:26.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back on track people.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8835099105382364496?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8835099105382364496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8835099105382364496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8835099105382364496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8835099105382364496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8469779029765093301</id><published>2010-03-13T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:10:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the grass is greener on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;I am coping thank you very much here.&lt;br /&gt;*Shouldn't I be packing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's the holidays now!&lt;br /&gt;Not actually a good thing for me as it means that I have less and less time to study for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;For all XII Gens out there, don't waste this week! Cuti, cuti jugak, belajar jangan lupa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of hols: An excuse from the gov/school to make us students study. dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my plans for the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Study. [duh, obviously]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Finish that bulletin I have to do. [Aliya, saya masih belum mintak ucapan ni. Die]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Celebrate Hari PEKA Sedunia [oh, ini khas untuk saya sahaja sebab saya belum siap 7 PEKA lagi. Maka, ummi, sila bawa saya ke Rainbow untuk membeli kertas graf dan juga kertas kajang]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Try to persuade my parents to let me take my license [yeah, ada just a shard of hope left]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Siapkan nota Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Other boring stuff that are  so not meant for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for awhile so don't be bothered to find me here.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am missing school, my friends and the KDUers.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for them! FATWA BARU: BERDOSA KALAU KALAH DEBATE DENGAN ORANG KATHOLIK!! Don't dissapoint me dears, I know you guys can do it!&lt;br /&gt;*oh and you guys owe me all the gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I know it's a bit too late [and too early], but I wanna wish anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all March born wonderful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Shikin&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Samy Vellu [though I wouldn't call him wonderful]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hajar&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Umai&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Siti Nur&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Liyana&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Asma'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I am so lacking in writing beneficial and crapless posts&lt;br /&gt;and I seem to be having writer's block ever so often.&lt;br /&gt;But, lets hope that I'll my penmanship back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me people!&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll  miss you back!&lt;br /&gt;[which I still would even if you guys didn't  miss me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sangat kelakar bila kanak-kanak berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latar: dapur, sedang makan tengahari, lauk ketam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil: Ummi, kenapa kuah ketam dia warna hijau?&lt;br /&gt;Ummi: Sebab ada serai la.&lt;br /&gt;Irsyad: *dengan penuh konfidennya.* YELA, KETAM KAN BUAT DARI SERAI. PASAL TU DIA WARNA HIJAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, my cute little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8469779029765093301?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8469779029765093301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8469779029765093301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8469779029765093301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8469779029765093301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-grass.html' title='Green grass'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5643541010354736715</id><published>2010-03-03T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:42:46.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just checking up here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5643541010354736715?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5643541010354736715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5643541010354736715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5643541010354736715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5643541010354736715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7415119685443565829</id><published>2010-02-21T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:57:43.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but thank you to Ustazah for teaching us about this. Now we have an excuse if we forget anything. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:  why didn't you finish your homework?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Because I have ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sila jangan jadi seperti pelajar Half-Somalian, Half-American yang ada ADD diatas.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I am sad to report that I have lost my wallet. *Shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene of crime: 1 Hikmah [probably]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder weapon: A black wallet [seakan-akan Afiqah AR dan Syifa' Aizaini's.], that contains an IC [ha, tak nak buat IC baru!!] , a Popular Member's card [hey, tanpa ini, saya takkan dapat membeli buku dengan harga berratus-ratus lagi sebab takde 10% diskaun lagi!], MY PENDRIVE! [omg, kalau ini terjatuh dalam tangan orang yang tidak sepatutnya...], Kertas saiz baju [Qarie, awak patut tolong selamatkan maruah perfectionist awak!], kertas2 yang tidak sepatutnya aka trash. Maaf, tiada duit yang erbada dompet itu. [Alhamdulillah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, sebagai rakyat Malaysia yang berhati 1Malaysia, anda2 patut menolong saya mencari sumber kewangan saya kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, kalau 4 Ittihad ada hantu botol, 5 Iltizam ada hantu kipas. [hey, hantu2 mmg suka SMIH ek?] Tapi, malas nak cerita. Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sukan SRIH best. Kan Qarie, Dalila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7415119685443565829?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7415119685443565829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7415119685443565829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7415119685443565829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7415119685443565829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-i-have-add.html' title='I think I have ADD'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5585365986176594215</id><published>2010-02-07T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:55:48.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walla wey! Dah lama tak buat benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;*Diambil dari blog adik tercinta. Hak3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;adakah anda suka menangis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ntah. Best sebab bila buat depan orang je, nanti semua akan panik dan ber'knp ni?? Awk ok tak?? '&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bilakah anda akan menangis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bila nak je. Sebab menangis tu voluntary action *ceh3, bio bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kenapa anda menangis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suka hati saya la. Kata manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bilakah kali terakhir anda menangis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uhhhhh...... *amnesia dtg balik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mengapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I said, penyakit amnesia saya datang balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;siapakah yang anda cari ketika anda menangis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one. Buat malu je org tgk muka blotchy mcm apa wlupun org kata bila saya nangis, muka xnmpk mcm nangis.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;adakah anda seorang yang manja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maaf. Soalan tiada kaitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haish. Buta matakah anda? Atau are you retarded??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ketika anda menangis,apakah yang perlu ada bersama anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hihi. Dunno. Rahsia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ketika anda menangis,adakah anda perlu seseorang memujuk anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not Quite. Just someone to know that I have something going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;adakah anda akan menangis di tempat awam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kalau dah terbuat, nak buat mcmmana kan? Haha. Tapi saya bkn jenis yg sorok perasaan, so, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;siapakah 5 org yang anda ingin tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Takde. It's a free country la. Buat suka-suki hati anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(33, 86, 112); font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yeahh itu dia! Stress dah di'release'kan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5585365986176594215?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5585365986176594215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5585365986176594215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5585365986176594215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5585365986176594215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/02/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3997560228130287411</id><published>2010-02-07T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:36:56.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/S26Jf5krhlI/AAAAAAAAARw/jSDsvPQf4rs/s1600-h/DSCN2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/S26Jf5krhlI/AAAAAAAAARw/jSDsvPQf4rs/s320/DSCN2480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435432981406385746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's been 5 weeks since I've updated this place.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. I am guilty and you can stop gving me death glares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, my latest updates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have to wear glasses. *readers laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Hihi. I know it sounds so ridiculous and many have told me that I look totally weird and the image of me wearing glasses is too funny to imagine. Well, I agree with you. I hate glasses but I think contact lenses are just a nuisance. Another Q I have to answer is: "Athirah, asal buruk sangat spek awak pilih??" *Personally I think they look nice apa but, they just look weird on me. :D My answer: "Hey, blame the lady at Menara Optik la!!! I hate her guts because she said to me that I can't wear half-rimmed or frameless glasses for some dumb reason even I have forgot! And to make matters worst, all the glasses that were full framed that she recommended to me were freaking ugly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg: 1) PINK ones, with rhinstones she claimed WOULD NOT BE SEEN because I where the hijab. [liar, they were in full view]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) These awful orang  tua kind that were purple. But the good thing was that they included these clip-on sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ok, this was the best among the rest but, again, rhinstones. AND THERE FREAKING GLITTER ON THE FRAME. Call me picky but I prefer something that doesnt make me look like a 3rd grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I settled on the glasses I have now. The truth is that the only problem is my left eye. I'm supposed to wear them 24/7 but since I'm stubborn, I only wear them in class. [only during History, Physic, Bio and Chem :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sports day is already a has-been. Uh, ok so maybe Kuning did got #4 this year but at least we got #1 in Sorak and #2 in the Perbarisan. I am honestly satisfied! And3, it may have been the best sports day ever! All those late nighters I pulled were one of the best time spent. Thanks and sorry to everyone! *ok, nampak sangat malas nak cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm back in busy mode with debate. Ugh. Mixed emotions about this. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;*But3, I'm starting to love my new Debate family now!! It might be a different batch of people, and we may need to get to know each other better, we have lots of fun! [serius, xpenah jumpa org se-exotic junior2 saya skrg. And thats a compliment! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I'm also 'starting' to study more seriously. Proof: My internet schedule has taken a nose-dive. My mom won't take me to Danga City Mall to see the 2nd hand bookstore there. What more?Lets just stop there shall we? [ At least I don't have it that hard like some people. Bersyukur Athirah, bersyukur! &gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3997560228130287411?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3997560228130287411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3997560228130287411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3997560228130287411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3997560228130287411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/S26Jf5krhlI/AAAAAAAAARw/jSDsvPQf4rs/s72-c/DSCN2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5466674537218847874</id><published>2010-01-01T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:56:24.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy, I just realized it's new years already. Haha. Maybe that's because when the clock struck 12, I was yakking on the phone with someone. Seriously, I can't feel the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, officially, I am a 'proud' Form 5 student. How time flies. Imagine by the time it's December again, I'll be an Alumni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm in 5 Iltizam this year [surprisesurprise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I seem to remember the time during Form 2 when I would go to that class and open the door, just a crack, to feel the aura. I still remember feeling that faint gust of cool air [airconaircon] on my face. I remember saying to myself, ' I'm going to in this class one day. As a proud student who will be taking my exams. And, for the air-conditioning.'  [cehh, padahal skrg kerja asyik komplen sejuk ja]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when  reality hits me. all I'm thinking is ' go back in time, please go back! I'm not ready yet!'&lt;br /&gt;Even though my dream came true. I'm not being grateful am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Athirah, it's time to go into full gear. No horsing around anymore. You have another deam to fullfil. Time to make those New Year resolutions real! [i wonder why is tht ppl only make resolutions during new year]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Get 11 A+s in my SPM [dangitdangit]&lt;br /&gt;.Get your license before I finish school. :D&lt;br /&gt;.Don't think too much about um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Get more closer with Allah.&lt;br /&gt;.Try to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;.There's more, but some things are just meant to a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5466674537218847874?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5466674537218847874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5466674537218847874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5466674537218847874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5466674537218847874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1205716214873674937</id><published>2009-12-15T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:40:04.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory lane II [part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its almost time for 2009 to draw down it's curtains and allow 2010 to take centre stage.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, meaning that it is time to put all those memories in a box, and lock it. Keep it for when you are too bored in class and you feel like sleeping, then you open it again and start to berangan. Just don't get caught by the teacher. Trust me, its an awful scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't one of those posts where I'll flash back on everything that happened this year. That my dears, will be done another day. [Ok, so semua buat but, i've been planning to do so since January!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what drew me again to this lappy is because the fact that next year, will be my last year as a school kid. This is the last year where I'll be thinking about what bag to use next year, who will I sit next to in class, do I need a new uniform or should I just keep the old? Stuff like that. Somehow, time moves so fast, I feel like it was just yesterday when I had trouble picking classes, introducing myself to my new class [cehh,sdgkn dah knl an], complaining about how far my class is as it's sooo far away. And also getting to know all those new kids who just entered our G12 family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Dag keluar topik ni. Actually, today when I was clearing my 2009 mess in my book cubby, [yup, now my job is to be a anak dara sejati!] I stumbled upon of my many old notebooks. To be exact, it was my blue 1 form Form2. Haha. Zaman best. One of the years i would like to rewind.&lt;br /&gt;When I reread it, selak2 kejap, I accidently opened my 2007 memory box. Out comes the flood, in comes the hurricane, I kinda drifted away from 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Huda, serius gila saya gelak masa baca surat pasal qiqi tu. hahahaha. aaaaiii. xmasuk lg bab2 batman la, apa la. Daaaang, rindu nak duduk sebelah awak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized was that I changed a lot over these past years since I was in SMIH. Actually, everybody changed! From better to worse or vice versa, that's out of the subject. Lets see how I saw the changes through out my 4 years so far in Hidayah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 1 [2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year to be the ultimate junior! At this time, all the Form 1s are still innocent belaka. All following the rules like obedient students we were meant to be. This is the time for us to get used to our new batch mates, get used to leaving behind Kajian Tempatan, all those jawatan2 yang disandang masa sekolah rendah, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That reminds me, there was this 1 time when one of my firends said to me, [warning: jika anda terasa individu itu anda, jangan marah! hanya utk tujuan hiburan shj.]  "Athirah, ______ kata awak sombong tau. Tak layan lelaki" ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh3, this is also the time for you to start struggling in your studies because you are still getting used to new syllabuses. And the year for you to choose nak jadi tahfiz ke tak. And the year for you to 'usha2' the new kids+ school mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2 [2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are starting to, as my mother says, tumbuh tanduk. I agree. After a year, you already know the ropes  and stuff. Easier to do as you please. Also, you start to get a little matured. JUST A LITTLE. And, I would consider this my honey moon year. No major exams, and you are doing well in your studies. Well, coping at least.  And, the year for people to start getting noticed. 'Market' bak kata melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminds me, wasn't this the year we had a lot of fights? Haha. Banat2 G12, ingatkah anda, pergaduhan 3 lwn 1 antara kelas? Yang berlanjutan dari F1 rasanya? Okay. Cukup sampai situ sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the year when our hormones suddenly took the time to get all active and stuff. You start to notice the cute guy in the class next to you, or the new girl from some other school. And you hunt for their number/email, bla bla bla. The rest is history. Wasn't this also teh year when we had that Civics task where we had to ask for our classmates bio data? Tsk. Ada lagi dalam notebook tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And3, this was the year where teh school held that pertandingan keceriaan wth tu. The one where us F2 got to tame our green thumbs [actually, we destroyed the school rasanya] with that garden thingy. Dang, was that hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The film stops here. If you wanna continue, go play your own movie.&lt;br /&gt;But, i'm not done yet! I haven't gotten to the good part yet. Form 3 and 4. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uh, sorry of it sucked majorly. This was typed in a hurry in the wee hours of the morning, 8 hours before a meeting at school, where I hope I won't dose off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** mahu diletaknya gbr kwn dr US tu. Tp, blogger buat hal. daaaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** kelantan? later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1205716214873674937?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1205716214873674937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1205716214873674937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1205716214873674937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1205716214873674937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/12/memory-lane-ii-part-1.html' title='Memory lane II [part 1]'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8863496237503489073</id><published>2009-12-14T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:39:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SyU0fjPex9I/AAAAAAAAARg/SDj0H1tIgdI/s1600-h/DSCN2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SyU0fjPex9I/AAAAAAAAARg/SDj0H1tIgdI/s320/DSCN2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414791843623651282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sgt tkn main 'nama negeri' sdgkan kakak dia tgh 'baca' sejarah =_='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be home. ;p&lt;br /&gt;And it's also good to get back to civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update kelantan? Otw dears.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8863496237503489073?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8863496237503489073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8863496237503489073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8863496237503489073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8863496237503489073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SyU0fjPex9I/AAAAAAAAARg/SDj0H1tIgdI/s72-c/DSCN2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8108281594300409062</id><published>2009-11-27T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:37:13.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dears, I'm off now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw_j7YXrGFI/AAAAAAAAARY/ezkXdQ6CmWU/s1600/IMGP9369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw_j7YXrGFI/AAAAAAAAARY/ezkXdQ6CmWU/s320/IMGP9369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408792286788786258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpt segala kegilaan berlaku ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be stopping all online activities for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;No more blogging, facebook-ing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be too 'busy' in the world of knowledge. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just pray for the best eh?&lt;br /&gt;My flight will be at around 3-4.&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I won't get bored at Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;Or that the place won't flood [haha]&lt;br /&gt;And that all of that time and money was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, jgn tak balas eh mesej.&lt;br /&gt;Siap nanti masa kelas tambahan.&lt;br /&gt;To those who can't wait for me to be gone,&lt;br /&gt;don't get too giddy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, better then ever. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: Will so be missing civilization. *sigh* All those shopping complexes. Haha. [kaki jln =_=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8108281594300409062?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8108281594300409062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8108281594300409062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8108281594300409062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8108281594300409062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/11/dears-im-off-now.html' title='Dears, I&apos;m off now!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw_j7YXrGFI/AAAAAAAAARY/ezkXdQ6CmWU/s72-c/IMGP9369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6418978535336953365</id><published>2009-11-26T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:39:03.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw5ap18N5vI/AAAAAAAAARI/7qnf8kplG_8/s1600/Kamera+Danial+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw5ap18N5vI/AAAAAAAAARI/7qnf8kplG_8/s320/Kamera+Danial+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408359877419329266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw5apVUQFtI/AAAAAAAAARA/jyGJ4mUmgNQ/s1600/Kamera+Danial+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw5apVUQFtI/AAAAAAAAARA/jyGJ4mUmgNQ/s320/Kamera+Danial+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408359868661765842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. This is kinda late. Even though I've wished you twice yesterday, let me wish you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY AMNAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. May you get your license quickly so we can go shopping and may you become a great debate trainer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: I miss the ttime during our debate training and stuff. Hidup calamansy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6418978535336953365?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6418978535336953365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6418978535336953365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6418978535336953365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6418978535336953365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-17th.html' title='Happy 17th!!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Sw5ap18N5vI/AAAAAAAAARI/7qnf8kplG_8/s72-c/Kamera+Danial+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2556752969032435366</id><published>2009-11-26T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:25:53.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you see is what you get.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In a few days, I'll be leaving. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was the day when our old friend from US finally came to Malaysia. They came here on a holiday, but alang2 tu, we had a reunion. Haaa, it was so cute. They [pakcik Sakaly n Makcik Lamiya] now have 3 kids. Their oldest one [Abdullah], now 14, has changed so much, I barely recognized him!&lt;br /&gt;And their daughter, Sarah, is so so so pretty! Lastly, Ahmad, 4, is so hyperactive,blond and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were eating at this fast food joint, [yela, org arab dgn org melayu sah2 perut lain. baik cr yg universal skit.] I overheard the moms talking about Malaysia. Haha. Makcik Lamiya is so hilarious. She thought that at Malaysia, there are only Malays. Like 100% Muslims only. So when she saw Chineses, she asked, "Are those Malaysians too?"  And the moms were like explaining that Malaysia consists of 3 ++ races, Malay, Chinese and Indians. So we have such a vast culture. No wonder Makcik Lamiya liked Melaka and Langkawi, those places are full of culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, in the car back home, my mom mentioned something that I guess I didn't catch.&lt;br /&gt;She said that Makcik Lamiya was also surprised at the condition where the Muslim girls here are well, not exactly covered. [faham2 jela.] What with some free-haired and most of them wearing hijabs but, flashing of their shapes with tight clothes. Saya dengar pun dah malu. Apatah lagi anda? My mom said that Makcik Lamiya thought that Malaysia was an ok country. OK my foot =_='.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it got me thinking, what is Malaysia's first impression to Muslims all over the world? Yeah yeah, in OIC of course la we're respected. I don't even know why in the world did Malaysia get the position of leading Islamic countries all over the world. *sigh* But at least, me contributed something right? It's just that, I long for the time that Malaysia would be a safe place for it's citizens. I mean, we can't even practice Islam whole-heartedly without getting mocked by our own brothers and sisters of Islam. Bayangkan, seorang Muslimah diketawakan dan diajuk hanya kerana memenuhi tuntutan agamanya yang menyuruhnya menutup aurat! The moms reaction: Tsk tsk tsk, it has already become a fashion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame. Somehow makes me want to move to Saudi Arabia or something. But, maybe not. I'm thankful that I live in a country that has yet to be threatened by our religions enemy or something  like that. Ehh, I wonder, what would happen if suddenly Malaysia was bombed by any country? How would we react? Would we fight back? Or cower and just follow whatever they want? Or maybe is it that Malaysia has just already been defeated through it's mind? Remember Perang Saraf? Try and ask yourself, would you be brave enough to carry a gun and go fight? To think that we call ourselves proud Muslims. And to think that our brothers and sisters are calling for our help and we aren't helping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing my mom told us was that Makcik Lamiya and her family had to move from US and Canada somewhere after 9/11 because the people there treated them  differently. Like, discrimination. Poor them. At least their still considered rich at Saudi. Memang benarla kan? Hujan emas dinegeri orang, hujan batu dinegeri sendiri. [cehh, yela tu. main merapu je]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas this so-doesn't make sense post comes to an end. [sebenarnya dah lama jugak kan your truly tak buat post macam ni?] May God bless you and bring peace to Islam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: It was also nice gathering together with Amnah's family and Pakcik Nazri's family. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Amnah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2556752969032435366?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2556752969032435366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2556752969032435366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2556752969032435366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2556752969032435366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-you-see-is-what-you-get.html' title='What you see is what you get.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6487052728897834556</id><published>2009-11-24T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:01:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadual yg 'agak' best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I can't wait for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll be spending the rest of my holidays doing nothing else&lt;br /&gt;then wake up kinda late, then surfing the net, eat and play games on the ps2.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. My life is sooo interesting. not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Abah suruh mula packing. Nantila abah =_='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6487052728897834556?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6487052728897834556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6487052728897834556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6487052728897834556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6487052728897834556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/11/jadual-yg-agak-best.html' title='Jadual yg &apos;agak&apos; best'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5070893349873303177</id><published>2009-11-19T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:43:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine, just fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, this isn't an emo post ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the current updates of my life is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have finished my exams about a week ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm starting to get the results one by one now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A place where I will miss as it carries a lot of my precious memories this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dang it, i'll be missing it to bits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and I just realized that next year, I'll be taking my SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, watching the Form5 on their firt day, made me very,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I know that deep down, I am so not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What with my oh-so-awful results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I'm taking a drastic move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Athirah, you can do it! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* ok, sgt nampak post tiada motif &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Kudos to the budak2 darjah 6!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5070893349873303177?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5070893349873303177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5070893349873303177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5070893349873303177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5070893349873303177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-fine-just-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine, just fine.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5799632500793275445</id><published>2009-11-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:19:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, stop being someone you aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, stop shoving yourself in my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, stop acting like a group og fakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, have some empathy and sympathy in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, stop making my life like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, give me some room to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, give me a chance to prove myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, kalau nak masuk bakul, angkat sendiri, do it somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I don't have the strength to argue anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, try to make my easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, I need Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very,very, much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* kesian korang kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nak post, tp i gave u an emo one. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5799632500793275445?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5799632500793275445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5799632500793275445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5799632500793275445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5799632500793275445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/11/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6941164998862605338</id><published>2009-10-29T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:06:56.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Suh5oy6x9LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jPYQXN10ByA/s1600-h/Kamera+Danial+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Suh5oy6x9LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jPYQXN10ByA/s320/Kamera+Danial+307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397697895173584050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. Gbr tiada motif. Sape igt ni dkt mana? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly glad that I introduced blogging to that person.&lt;br /&gt;Now look, it's changed her life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she spread the word too.&lt;br /&gt;Good for you my friend! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody can enjoy the world of blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6941164998862605338?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6941164998862605338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6941164998862605338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6941164998862605338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6941164998862605338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/Suh5oy6x9LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jPYQXN10ByA/s72-c/Kamera+Danial+307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2188084410195164675</id><published>2009-10-15T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:34:27.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow, growing up sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/StYLFvxldTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aLBa25dCsI8/s1600-h/Kamera+Danial+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/StYLFvxldTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aLBa25dCsI8/s320/Kamera+Danial+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392509797174441266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               [wouldn't it be fun to be a kid again?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think I'll have to forget about the jambatan post. Seriously, I think it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;But if I can conjure up something this weekend [which i highly doubt bcuz bnyk sgt benda nakbuat] I might even update about something else such as my English essay as ada permintaanlagi.&lt;br /&gt;[even though from the same person. ] You know what? Maybe I'll make this essay typing thing a regular thing here as it gives me copies of writing. [yela. i need practice if I'm going to become a writer or editor or something like that. Hey, i wonder if it would be cool to write in a magazine?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I mean what the title says. If you don't know, the government of Malaysia has now become my arch enemy and someday if I see Muhyiddin at Afamosa [or someplace random where he would pop up like samy vellu], i am so going to kill him for making my life complicated. Oh and Liyana, I have your back on that new politic party you're going to make. And when we win, you can be first lady while I'll gladly be the Timbalan Menteri Kesihatan in your cabinet. Rest assure, there will be no more H1N1 or such that. Penyakit hati pun takde lagi. [ Eh2, i won't be arrested right for writing this? I mean, by the time we're old enough to be politicians, the current people will be dead for all i know. Sorry. My bad.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what have they done?? Duh, they cut off our ability by capping the numbers of subjects we can take for our SPM. As a pure science student, I can only take 11 subjects. [sometimes i think, is that actually a bad thing? the less papers the better right?] So, from my original 13, i need to drop 2. EST has already kicked the bucket. And now, i have to choose between Prinsip Akaun or Biology. *sigh* If it were that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you actually look at the situation, the gov is actually making us decide our future when we're only freaking 16!! Because the stream you choose during Form 4 is the path you follow when you finish school and head off to college. Now I'm just plain confused because i haven't made up my mind as i have so many ambitions. Let me list em down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist. [i know, it's gross looking into other peoples mouths but it's better then slicing people]&lt;br /&gt;Interior designer. [but i doubt wearing a tudung labuh in this century will get me far. xpela. i hiasrumah sendiri jela]&lt;br /&gt;Writer. [you guys, no matter what you say, i don't think I'm the type that can write a 300 ++ page book you know. short stories boleh.]&lt;br /&gt;Book editor. [means i can read books before they get printed. a perk huh? ;p]&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist. [yes, i haven't let that ambition go yet]&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer [in what course? not decided yet.&lt;br /&gt;* i think there's more. but forgot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through the list, i saw that most of my interests have nothing to do with the subjects i am studying now. And after Akhlak SPPM today, [or should i say yesterday?] where we had a little counseling with ustazah norma and she told us about her son. [OK, mls nak type cite dia. klu nak tahu, tanya]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her son's situation got me thinking, if i don't even score in my science subjects, the chance of me getting into other courses will be pretty thin. And now I'm a worried wreck because my exams are 2 -3 weeks ahead and I'm not sure which subject to actually drop. oh yeah, I'm ready for my spm. not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are my choices I'm considering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i drop biology. thus taking account. and this means i have to forget my dream of looking into other people's mouths and take something like business or accounting. which, i am so not into.&lt;br /&gt;i don't suck at PA [eh, i got a decent a2 what] but numbers are not my favourite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i drop account and pursue biology. but, that doesn't ensure me a place in medic. i have to pull up my marks in chem and pyh plus addmath [ick]. Now that's a problem. But3, if i take biology, i can take anything i want after school. The variety is huge which is a good thing because i could still take up all the courses needed to achieve my ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This one is quite drastic. I change streams and go into social science which means all science related courses are out of my reach. But, i will have to catch up on a year's amount of Science and Basic Economics. Which is one of my worries. But, if i go here, i can focus on getting a scholarship to do TESALs somewhere in Canada or  New Zealand. [i still am not sure why i wanna go to Canada so much]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Athirah's dilemma. That's it. For now, it sucks to be old because you have make life worthy decisions like this. Come to think of it, why am I the only one freaking out about this? How come everybody else seems to have settled down? For God's sake am I weird or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry if this post seems a little weird as it was typed in the dark in the middle of the night while only the light of my mp3 is guiding my misguided fingers on the keyboard.  &lt;/span&gt;  Somehow, I'm just not ready to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2188084410195164675?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2188084410195164675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2188084410195164675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2188084410195164675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2188084410195164675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/10/somehow-growing-up-sucks.html' title='Somehow, growing up sucks.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/StYLFvxldTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aLBa25dCsI8/s72-c/Kamera+Danial+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2458604990317077135</id><published>2009-10-11T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:59:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey2! I really want to update on a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just not in the mood plus time isn't one of my best friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to update on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bridge competition. [even though mesti boring sbb xde gbr]&lt;br /&gt;2) About what the hell have my younger brothers wasted their raya money on.&lt;br /&gt;3) our new member of the family. [tp, ni kena fikir dua kali la. not sure perlu ke tak]&lt;br /&gt;4) uh, mp3 baru? [ok, xperlu la. cancel2]&lt;br /&gt;5) actually, there's a lot but, don't rightly know how to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, y'all will just have to wait. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait for a realllyyyyy long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2458604990317077135?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2458604990317077135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2458604990317077135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2458604990317077135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2458604990317077135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/10/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4466261309714834158</id><published>2009-10-03T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:20:33.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jambatan.</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Athirah Kahar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; is building her jambatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Athirah Kahar&lt;/span&gt; likes this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; See you later when I'm  done. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-4466261309714834158?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4466261309714834158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4466261309714834158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4466261309714834158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4466261309714834158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/10/jambatan.html' title='Jambatan.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-678636554403446259</id><published>2009-09-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:51:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya here, raya there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Salam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, how was everybody's Eid this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Any difference from the last? I hope at least you enjoyed your holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean, it's ending right? Leaving 3 more precious days to savour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I still haven't touched any homework yet so I'm quite doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today, I'm going to do a comparison [ceh, mcm dlm debate pulak nak compare2 nih]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;between Eid at Malaysia, and Eid at America [based on what I can remember though] regarding 3 factors;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eid morning, duit raya, and the tradition of visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lets start with Malaysia, tanah air ku~~ [uh...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Eid Morning [pagi raya. haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Every Malay takes this day as a  very special day thus everybody gets all excited sampai terlompat-lompat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;because you don't have to fast anymore and there's lots of things waiting ahead like kuih raya, duit raya, baju raya, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, it's like a must for people to wake up early. Even for late risers because other people will just barge into your room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and go "Yay yay! Raya! Raya! Kakak, cepat bangun!!" Haha. Reminds me of Christmas where you see in movies. The young ones tiptoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;into rooms whispering "Emily, [cth shj] Santa came. Come quick!"  Hm. And since you're at your hometown, all your relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;are going to be there. Thus, meaning full toilets. Haha. After everybodys smelling all nice [that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;because they put on One Drop perfume which is a total fraud] and have already done showing off their Baju Raya as if it's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;news of the century, it's time for 'Sesi Salam2'. Where everybody gathers around at the living room, an the grown ups &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;take turns sitting on sofas and that's when the kids go and Salam and then they get duit raya. Honestly, I do not see the point of doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;this. If it's to ask for forgiveness for previous wrong doings, why is it that most people only salam without saying at leat Selamat Hari Raya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[Except to your parents and your grandparents though] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When everybodys done, it's time for the men to go and pray at the nearest mosque, while the women go and get all the food ready and if you're too lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to help with that, you could help with actually eating the food. The food cooked is special though. Suddenly, your grandma's rajin enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to make rendang, soto, lemang, dodol,laksa, etc. The worst thing is, after all the foods finished, tehre is a lot, I mean A LOT of dishes to wash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the time for lazy anak daras to run away and watch Discovery Channel with the younger kids. [ And if your unlucky, it might be a Ben10 rerun. Sheesh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Jalan Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After eating, everybody gets up and decides on what houses to go to first. All the kids run towards the cars and get in because they know that jalan raya= duit raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is once-a-year oppurtunity to visit your mom's and dad's uncles, aunts,cousins, your greatgrandparents, and all these people you don't know because you only meet them once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Suprisingly the people you meet are like "Eh, dah besar dah budak ni. Tingakatn berapa dah? Ni anak sape? Etc..." Really, you'd think they knew you since birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But, when you've gone to their houses for a couple of times, you start to remember them and start to go "Oh, ni nak pergi rumah yang Dalila jatuhkan kerusi tu eh?" Things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Another thing is, you somehow don't know who to salam because as everybody knows, it's haram to salam your own mahram. So, when you go to houses with these old people, you're not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;who to salam. Thus, ending in asking your mom quietly, "Kte boleh salam tak atuk tu?" Yes, seems amusing right? Lesson is, before you enter the house, ask who's house is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is it your grandma's brother? Or is the women the relative and the guy is her husband? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When you have already visited 3 or 4 houses, you start to get full. It's 3 o'clock already but you didn't eat lunch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is because of all the cookies and laksa, soto, lontong, lemang and such that you have alraedy tasted at other people's places. Sometimes there s something special at some houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;like kek lapis sarawak, or sate, or even pizza. Doesn't it remind you of that somewhat funny Ribena commercial where the old lady is like "Huh, biasa je kuih dia" Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So when certain houses serve different food, everybody attacks it like a canibal because you know you won't find it at other houses? Reality sure is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After like 7 houses, you finally take the desicion to go back home. And when you enter the new automatic gate, you find 5 cars that youhave never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In your head is "mesti orang datang ni". Going in through the back door, you find your aunt bustling about carrying trays and saying things like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Tadi Nur datang dengan 5 kereta, lepas tu Along datang dgn 4. Ni pun dtg masa Along abru nak balik tadi" So because everybody feels bad, everybody pitches in and helps carry in used cups, refill the kuih,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;wash the dishes. After everything is done, you just pray that nobody comes at night because all you want to is just rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Duit Raya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Like I said before, you visit a lot if houses during Eid. Duit raya seems to be a must at every house. But, only kids 12 years under get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If you're lucky, you will still get it even though you're already in Uni. Most of the times, you're unlucky. Sheesh. At the end of the day when the younger kids are busy counting their money, they gloat at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;just because thier money is only like RM7 more then you. Sometimes the older kids can get back the young ones because at some houses, they give more money to the older kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the time for you to boast back. Revenge is sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Eid morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't think you get up that early but when you do, it's kinda exciting because you have finished fasting. [even though you were only 7 and you fasted for like, 4 days?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When you're far away from family, sometimes your grandma sends you baju kurungs and your dad a baju melayu. And if your lucky, she'll send some bahulus too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But sadly, your like, "who sent this?" Haha. Talk about ungrateful! So, after getting all hyped about putting on something other then t-shiets and jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then, you head off to the local mosque, which isn't quite a mosque but a place rented above a restaurent that never seems to be open. At the mosque, everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;salams everybody, no matter where you come from, what colour you are, and if you're a new sister or brother. As long as you're a Muslim. And you hear people shouting "Eid mubarak my brother!" Because there's only like less then 40 people, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;atmosphere is nice because everybody knows everybody. Then, you pray along with the grown-ups even though you just follow them because you don't know what prayer you're praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After that, you ask you mom why wasn't there any sujud? And she just tells you patiently why. Because she knows next year you're going to ask the same question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then, all the parents get together and sit facing the front, leaving some room. For what? This is the time for the children to get all giddy. Not because of money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but because they're going to perform in front of the parents. After all that hard work practising during Saturday School [kinda like sekolah agama for the children there] where you learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the Jawi letter, how to read the Quran, and the stories told in it. You also learn about the Prophet Muhammad pbuh. There is singing, acting and such that. When it's done, the parents clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;politely because they know it sucked. [well, not all the time though]. The kids feel embaressed and run off to sit at the side. The it's eating time! it's ala potluck so you go and hurry to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the cupcakes your mom brought because she only bought a dozen at Walmart. There's also lots of Arabic food, Malay cuisines, and maybe even African.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thus, you still get full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Jalan Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Since there are only a few Malay familys in the area, it's a MUST to visit them. So, you get to play with all your friends while the parents chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But, sometimes one family provides their house and the others just come and bring food. So when you live in the upstairs apartment, you just have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;pray that the Germans below don't complain about the racket. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Duit Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sadly, you don't get any here. Only if the aunty is generous or something. But but but, the best thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the mosque has this thing where they give presents to the kids because of eid. And is isn't even oue birthdays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is a very cool thing and it's double cool when at that year, your parents are the ones assigned to buy the toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So that means at the toy store, you get to pick your own toy! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That's it. Can you see the big difference between Eid here  and there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If you asked me which one is better, lets just say that America was a good memory, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I enjoy Malaysia just the same. *sigh* But it would never hurt to go back and see all my friends again ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-678636554403446259?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/678636554403446259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=678636554403446259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/678636554403446259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/678636554403446259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-here-raya-there.html' title='Raya here, raya there'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2660368583711674885</id><published>2009-09-19T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:04:24.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;To leave a holiday message here.&lt;br /&gt;[sebenarnya xnak bagi kosong tempat ni]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY EID MUBARAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maaf zahir dan batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forgive me for all the wrong I have done.&lt;br /&gt;Andai terkutuk&lt;br /&gt;Andai tak terbayar hutang&lt;br /&gt;Andai terlayan denagn buruk,&lt;br /&gt;Andai terasa hati dengan lidah xtau malu ni&lt;br /&gt;Andai ada buat apa2 yang tak menyedapkan hati.&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets celebrate this holiday with the joy of knowing we succeeded in going through&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan. betulkan niat wahai anak2ku! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2660368583711674885?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2660368583711674885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2660368583711674885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2660368583711674885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2660368583711674885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-eid-mubarak.html' title='Happy Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8250555606259901078</id><published>2009-09-13T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:14:15.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3R [remaja raikan Ramadan]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.I guess 'toward next time' wasn't that long.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, today I just got back from this program.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I regretted at first but later on I got to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't go, I would probably miss out on a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program is called '3R'or Remaja Raikan Remaja.&lt;br /&gt;Organized by KRJ, it was actually targeted for students 12-17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;But participents were as young as 10 [maybe younger]&lt;br /&gt;thus making us 6 Form 4s as total seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not here to tell you about embaressing moments, who wore what,&lt;br /&gt;or redundent [a debate-learned word. haha] things like that.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that made me ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the girl participents were only like 17 people.&lt;br /&gt;Consisting of your's truly, Hamizah, Nadiyah Syahira, Aliya K, Izatur,Nurin, Najihah, Kautsar,&lt;br /&gt;Hana', Sarah Shahirah [SMIH+SRIH]. Aina and Amni [SKTDS], Shikin, Hasriana, Nadia,&lt;br /&gt;Jannatin Aliah,Farisha [ a mixture of F1 and Grd6 in SMK/SK TU2&amp;amp;4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning a very noisy group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-Hidayah people were kinda keeping to theirselves and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;[except Nadiyah la. She was off in 13th heaven] But, the fasis made us break up&lt;br /&gt;for the Explore The Quran game. [ kinda like an Explorace of the Quran] And this is what got&lt;br /&gt;me saying Alhamdulillah to Allah so many times. I was teamed up with Shikin and Nana [Hasriana].&lt;br /&gt;Thus giving me the oppurtunity to get them better. Nana told me that her name was&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of both her dad and mom's name. How sweet is that? And I think her sister [Jannatin]&lt;br /&gt;is a mixture of thier grandparent's name. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were chasing time to finish the questions, I gave my Quran to them and&lt;br /&gt;told them to find the answer while I helped. They could find most of the answers regarding&lt;br /&gt;numbers though. Like what is the amount when you substract the  number of Surahs with the number&lt;br /&gt;of juzuks. I learned 2 things. First is never underestimate these non-hidayah students.&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly thought they didn't know anything about jawi numbers. [jahat kan?]&lt;br /&gt;So as they ploughed through the Quran, I was just waiting for them to ask something like&lt;br /&gt;"Ni nombor berapa Kak?" But, they obviously know because they go to Sekolah Agama.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls. My bad. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized they were lacking waaaay on the Arabic side. For example, the question is&lt;br /&gt;'list down 2 Surahs that are named after insects.'Now for this you have to know a  bit of Arabic right?&lt;br /&gt;They were struggling so I gave them the answer and told them what the Surahs meant. Like&lt;br /&gt;An-nahl is bee right? And there were other questions asking about Ashabul-Kahfi and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;At Hidayah, I can guerentee that 97% know about that story right? About these men who hid in&lt;br /&gt;a cave and were put to sleep for hundreds of years. I was kinda suprised when they didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;one of them said, [not saying who], 'Kteorg tak belajar benda macam ni kat Skola Agama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking much?? I sympathise them. What do they teach at Sekolah Agama?? To obtain knowledge&lt;br /&gt;about Islam, they have to be told about it. Not like at Hidayah, we are taught to read alot and&lt;br /&gt;obtain knowledge ourselves. Or, our Naqibah's will tell us stories from the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;These children have NO ONE to tell them things like that! They don't have MDP or Usrah!So, as a student of Hidayah,&lt;br /&gt;you have to be grateful your parents enrolled you there. If not, you would be clueless about&lt;br /&gt;your own religion. Don't ever bitch about the programs the school organizes. You'll regret&lt;br /&gt;not paying attention when you're out of school.Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, is that you should also be grateful if your parents are religious and&lt;br /&gt;you are brought up in a religious way. [ Eg. have to wear tudung labuh, no outing with&lt;br /&gt;opposite gender, etc] Because then your parents will have waaaay more trust in you.Not that&lt;br /&gt;your chance of lying to them is higher wth, but, you'll be more at peace then those 'free'&lt;br /&gt;kids who have negletive parents. They'll have trouble in believing you as your so carefree and&lt;br /&gt;stuff. Ok, I think I've got you confused. Truth is, during the game,one of the kid's mom called&lt;br /&gt;them. She was talking loudly so I kinda heard.Fact is, HER MOM DIDN'T BELIEVE THAT SHE WAS&lt;br /&gt;AT THE MOSQUE GOING TO A PROGRAM.Can you believe it? So there she was arguing with her mom&lt;br /&gt;saying that her dad knew where she was, she was with her friends, etc. She ahd to go as far as&lt;br /&gt;almost asking me to talk to her mom! She was all "Betulla mak! Mak nak ckp dgn akak ni kalau&lt;br /&gt;xpercaya sgt?" *sigh* But, in the end I guess her mom gave in. The phone call was ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I got from this so I'll leave you to ponder. But I just pity her.&lt;br /&gt;Having your own mom not believing you're doing something GOOD for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next lesson learned, always give something a chance. Don't ever think something is boring&lt;br /&gt;just when it just started. Or don't label a person according to first impression.&lt;br /&gt;Now what's the story behind this? Well, one of the younger girls seemed waaay bored during the&lt;br /&gt;beginning of the program. Serious slouching and was mumbling. It was clear she was not&lt;br /&gt;interested. But, later on, aftre things got moving and stuff, the girl turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;one the noisiest girls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now I'm really done.&lt;br /&gt;My advice is to be grateful with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think of things other people have,&lt;br /&gt;but think of the people who don't have the things YOU have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8250555606259901078?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8250555606259901078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8250555606259901078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8250555606259901078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8250555606259901078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/09/3r-remaja-raikan-ramadan.html' title='3R [remaja raikan Ramadan]'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5636715711798858917</id><published>2009-09-13T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:18:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasad puasa. Rohani tak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole week when the Form 4s exchanged classes for the whole week,&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction was 'aw man.'No offense to the Form 3s or the school or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It just that I was never a big fan of that building.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me too much of my Form 2 year. Not that it wasn't fun though.&lt;br /&gt;But when the week started to end, I was going to start to miss that class.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far it is from the stairs and the fact that it's an almost all-boys floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll put that aside now. That is not the reason why I am once again risking myself&lt;br /&gt;by typing up another post. I dunno where she got it, but Najihah found this one book&lt;br /&gt;that actually made up my whole entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. A book kept me sane enough to go through my week.&lt;br /&gt;[ but it dissapeared on Friday. Tsk. No matter Friday sucked that week]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what book you ask?&lt;br /&gt;It's titled " Chicken Soup For the Preteen Soul II"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I used to think the chicken Soup' series was boring.&lt;br /&gt;but that tattered version changed my impression.&lt;br /&gt;Proves that youshould never judge a book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is so good I would give it a high rating.&lt;br /&gt;What is so great about the book? Well, for the fact that it's a book filled with short&lt;br /&gt;stories not like other motivation books that are full with long paragraphs going about the&lt;br /&gt;same thing. I like simple stuff. And this book has that. Kids aged 10-14 and grownups writing&lt;br /&gt;about their own experiences in their lives in simple english. The book is divided into different chapters.&lt;br /&gt;For example stories on crushes, friendship, life and death, tough stuff and acheiving&lt;br /&gt;goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used to think that 'Chicken Soup'was a funny title for a book. But after reading&lt;br /&gt;the book 3/4 way through, I guess I know the answer. The book is like 'makanan jiwa'for&lt;br /&gt;ourselves. Because the stories portray good morals and also it makes us think about life.&lt;br /&gt;Abotu others and not just about ourselves. This can 'lengkapkan'our own soul as a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;Just as an appetizer as we all know, we need more then just good moral values to&lt;br /&gt;actually become a mukmin. We need to be close to Allah by praying, reading the Quran,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kinda recommend this book. Only if you're the type that aren't interested in&lt;br /&gt;Malay motivation books. Kind of like your's truly but no offense. I've read some amazing&lt;br /&gt;Malay book you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just babbling so toward next time, see ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I, Athirah Kahar, vow to try and  write posts that are more beneficial to the public and Islam,&lt;br /&gt;not about my personal life [unless i need an outburst. I'll do that the way I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;by writing things that make no sense and tend to make people ask me the next day,&lt;br /&gt;"Athirah, awak ok tak??"], things that are merepek like guy actors that I think are hot&lt;br /&gt;[not that I do but you get the point], etc. I have the whole entire world as witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pp/s: I thunk I'll try to look out for other Chicken Soup books. Thanks to the owner of&lt;br /&gt;the book for leaving your book there. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5636715711798858917?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5636715711798858917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5636715711798858917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5636715711798858917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5636715711798858917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/09/jasad-puasa-rohani-tak.html' title='Jasad puasa. Rohani tak'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8175224607080700814</id><published>2009-09-11T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:31:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. At last!&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to come earlier on but the fact that I'm&lt;br /&gt;busy/lazy/etc this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next target?&lt;br /&gt;By the end of 2009, I'll have 200 posts down flat in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8175224607080700814?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8175224607080700814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8175224607080700814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8175224607080700814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8175224607080700814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/09/100th-post-2009.html' title='100th post 2009'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2870569785472455405</id><published>2009-09-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:00:55.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's fault is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world is now facing panic attacks such as H1N1, earthquakes, wars an such that, we have failed to notice that in the Muslim world, there was one troubled girl. And her name was Rifqa Mohammad Bary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what really happened? As far as I know, Rifqa was a Muslim, living with a Muslim family in US. Her family moved there so Rifqa herself could get treatment for her illness. While she was there, like probably every single teenager, she got active online. On Facebook. [ This will never happen to me because when my mom says never talk to starngers, I listen] Through modern technology, she got to know this guy who was a important person in church. [vicar? priest?] And, they got pretty chummy. Which ended in Rifqa running away from home with that d**m priest, and even though her parents were deadly worried, the d**m priest only contacted them after 3 weeks. 3 freaking weeks I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to add to the problem, Rifqa unfortunately became murtad. As in now she is a Christian who reads the bible and believes Jesus is god. Sheesh. Also, she told the press the reason she ran away was because her parent threatened to kill her. I forgot why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From  a normal Muslim, of course naturally we would say that the kafirs are just meddling with Islam and all. But the way the press writes it is as if Islam is this bad religion and all Muslims are people who are blood-thirsty.  As if. That is the point of view of people who don't know anything about Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how did this happen really? Who's fault was it? Technology? Facebook? Her parents? That damn priest? Rifqa herself? The environment Rifqa lived in which Muslims are the minor?  Or was it the Muslims all around the world? For not practicing Islam thoroughly? And this is Allah's balasan towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the impact of this event? Are the Muslim parents all over America going to ban their children from using Facebook? Stop them form joining extra-curricular such as cheer leading? [not that we can. i mean, look at the outfit!] Is Islam going to be looked down even more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims of the world! Bangkitlah! We have to fix this bad impression that our enemies have laid upon us! There must be reason Allah is doing this. As a reminder that we have forgotten our Islamic ways. Just look at Malaysia. Even though Muslims are the majority of the society, there is STILL the problem of young Muslims getting murtad each and every day. Now, who do we blame for this? Is it because the lack of Iman and our knowledge of Islam itself? Or because the fact that us Muslims are ignorant and are not even concerned about their Muslim status? Yeah yeah. Of course there are Muslims who are beriman and stuff, but, do those people help other Mulsims who are already lost? Or do they just ignore them and become goody two shoes alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: time is running out. We have to take a stand on this matter. Its either let Islam die and go to hell, or make the world a better place by putting Islam back where it should be. In every humans heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next post on: Chicken Soup for the Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I hope this post is 'bermanfaat' and Islamic enough to pass those watching eyes out there.&lt;br /&gt;It take a lot of work to change your writing style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2870569785472455405?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2870569785472455405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2870569785472455405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2870569785472455405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2870569785472455405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-fault-is-it.html' title='Who&apos;s fault is it?'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3021539054925846747</id><published>2009-08-29T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:17:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:N0GfGuyLJSRg9M:http://www.blommedia.nl/Renders/Fireflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 107px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:N0GfGuyLJSRg9M:http://www.blommedia.nl/Renders/Fireflies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my phone, I have at least 6 postable ideas for my blog. [ xfaham? xpyh]&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm a bit too lazy to type out such long posts at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Never fear. I promise you guys a waaaay longer post this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this unfortunate occasion, I found this one song that interests me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;font-size:85%;" id="formatbar_Buttons" &gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? Because it's one of the few songs that I like that don't have the word 'love'' and sepesen sepertinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Serius comel lagu ni.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like not sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;because I wanna catch the fireflies. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Not that there are any here that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ i can't seem to put the music video here so i'll just put the lyrics plus the link. enjoy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIREFLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by: Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You would not believe your eyes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ten million fireflies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lit up the world as I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they fill the open air &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave teardrops everywhere &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think me rude, but I would just stand and stare &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'd like to make myself believe &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I get a thousand hugs &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As they try to teach me how to dance &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foxtrot above my head &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sockhop beneath my bed &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my door open just a crack &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Please take me away from here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I feel like such an insomniac &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Please take me away from here) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Please take me away from here) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far to tired to fall asleep &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ten million fireflies &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm weird cuz I hate goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know where several are &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If my dreams get real bizarre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I saved a few and I keep 'em in a jar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That planet earth turns slowly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the wired plus bizarro skit video of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aI4JLa0hbUw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIREFLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/1815480601017268030-3021539054925846747?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3021539054925846747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3021539054925846747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3021539054925846747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3021539054925846747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/08/fireflies.html' title='Fireflies'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-530478492135337013</id><published>2009-08-24T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:01:43.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag kerana bosan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye2. Saya tahu. Saya mengerti. Saya faham perasaan anda itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, bulan2 puasa ni, kte kena banyak bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;Ada hikmah disebaliknya kenapa Allah jadikan saya malas untuk berblogging sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ada jugak himahnya kenapa saya tergerak hati nak buat post ni.&lt;br /&gt;Salah satunya?&lt;br /&gt;Kebosanan saya terhapus skit.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bekas kekasih saya adalah :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malu I. Tapi, jawab jela. Orangnya dah mati lemas di pulau pon.&lt;br /&gt;Kesian saya. Berkabung, melalui tempoh edah dgn begitu sedihnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa? Kenapa? Kenapa??&lt;br /&gt;[x jwb akhirnya]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Saya sedang mendengar :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Bunyi kereta control adik saya...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Mungkin saya patut:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengok ayah saya dah ablik belum agar saya boleh mulakan memasak.&lt;br /&gt;[ye, saya boleh masak!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Saya suka:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bila Allah bagi saya hidup masa bulan Ramadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Sahabat-sahabat baik sy ialah:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ramai. Tak terkira. Satu dunia kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) Saya Tak Faham:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kenapa saya harus lulus addmath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) Saya kehilangan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kalkulator saya sebelum mulanya cuti puasa. Sesiapa yang terjumpa, sila pulangkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) Ramai yg kata:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadual masa cuti mcm ________. DAn saya setuju!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Makna nama saya:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cahaya Yang Utama/ Yang wangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;0) Cinta itu adalah:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sesuatu yang harus dinikmati SELEPAS KAHWIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11) Di suatu tempat seseorang sedang:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memasak juadah berbuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12) Saya akan cuba:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;untuk tutup komp ini pada pukul 6 ptg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13) Ayat "Selamanya" membawa maksud:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tak hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14) Telefon bimbit saya:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hitam. dan lawa. dan bilnya dah nak tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15) Bila saya terjaga dr tidur:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saya turun bawah untuk sahur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16) Saya meluat bila melihat:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang yang saya meluat lihatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17) Pesta/Parti adalah:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sesuatu yang patut dielakkan pd bulan puasa.... ish3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18) Haiwan yang paling comel yg saya pernah temui:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kucing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19) Peringkat umur yang paling menyeronokkan saya:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hm, remaja kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20) Hari ini :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hari terakhir saya bercuti. esom sekolah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21) Malam ni saya akan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;berbuka, solat, dan tengok NCIS. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22) Esok saya akan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pBelajar BAT selama 5 MASA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23) Saya betul2 inginkan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;komp sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24) Ketika sy lihat wajah saya di cermin pagi nie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saya nampak reflection pintu dibelakang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25) Pusat membeli belah / arked permainan :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tempat aktiviti bulanan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26) Makanan barat atau jepun:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lagi mahal dari makanan melayu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27) Bilik yg terang atau gelap:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanya dibezakan oleh terbuka atau tertutupnya mentol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;28) Makanan segera adalah:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makanan yang perlu di boikot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29) Ayat terakhir yang anda katakan pada seseorang:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30) Siapa yang anda mahu tag?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sesiapa sahaja. 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So, in addition to fill in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so empty time, I'd also like to humour you and give you a peek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at my creative side. Well, not like I am creative but my right-sided &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brain [or is it the left side?] wouldn't be working if I couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write this up.I know some of you have already read this but I tweaked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this a bit so it isn't the original. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, and if you think this story does not live to you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;standard, blame the Ministry of Education for giving me only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 3/4 hours  to write this. I mean, pressure much? Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                My Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to have a hero. It was my dream to have someone&lt;br /&gt;save me, the damsel in distress,&lt;br /&gt;and live happily ever after with that guy.Whenever I watch a Superman&lt;br /&gt;movie, I would always imagine myself falling off a hundred-story&lt;br /&gt;building, crying for help when suddenly whoosh@ Strong arms catch&lt;br /&gt;me as I am about to smash like a ripe watermelon. But that is all in&lt;br /&gt;dream. And it might never happen. But, a girl can dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, something happened. I got my hero.&lt;br /&gt;And he was next to me all this while. It was just my own ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful day happened one day when I was walking back from school&lt;br /&gt;with my best friend, Josh. It was a bright sunny typical Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;day where the sun was out but you couldn't see it because of all&lt;br /&gt;the tall skyscrapers. I gazed up at one, another hero image&lt;br /&gt;coming into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you having another 'Superman-will-save-me-if-I-fall moment'?"&lt;br /&gt;Josh said as he poked me in the ribs. I must have stopped walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" FYI, it was a Batman moment and I was not falling, I was tied to a&lt;br /&gt;bomb," I retorted haughtily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh wasn't buying it. "Whatever Katie. Lets go grab a cookie at The&lt;br /&gt;Three Roses,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in cloud 9 as we walked through the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was really imagining myself tied to a bomb. And Batman did save me.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, "bang!" I knocked into a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know, the door won't open by itself Katie," Josh said as he opened&lt;br /&gt;the door for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know. I was just testing to see if you were a gentleman or not,"&lt;br /&gt;I snapped, rubbing my now red nose. I could have passed as Rudolf the&lt;br /&gt;reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, testing," That guy can so get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aroma of freshly baked cookies hit me as I entered the small shop.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Roses was mine and Josh's favourite place to get a snack.&lt;br /&gt;As we were picking our desired piece of calorie, the door of&lt;br /&gt;the bakery opened abruptly and a masked man came in.&lt;br /&gt;A masked man in the middle of the day, I tell you! And he was holding a gun!&lt;br /&gt;A glock to be exact. A loaded glock. I could feel the horror go to my face.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Josh. his face had turned pale too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hands up! Or I'll shoot!," Masked Man yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customners followed suit as Masked Man walked up to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;He was ordering the cashier to empty out all the money in the register.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear the regular 'Ching!' of the machine so I assumed the&lt;br /&gt;cashier was refusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This store does not tolerate robbers, sir!" The cashier said,&lt;br /&gt;a tremble in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, you don't huh? Then tolerate this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed the closest person to him, which was me!! I yelped in&lt;br /&gt;surprise as his arm wrapped around my neck. His glock pointed&lt;br /&gt;directly at my head. Where was my hero when I needed him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tears roll down my cheek as the cool metal hit my skull.&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels to die I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes tightly. I was petrified. Why wasn't anybody doing anything?&lt;br /&gt;I am about to be killed and nobody is doing anything other then&lt;br /&gt;cry their own heart out! Boy was I dissapointed!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard a grunt from behind. Masked Man fell heavily at&lt;br /&gt;my feet. I looked around to see my savior, but all I saw was Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did that?" I asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;"Yup. I guess watching all those Kung-fu reruns really paid off huh?"&lt;br /&gt;He said proudly. I looked at the senseless body. Is he dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. He only fainted," Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the door crashed and a few policemen came in, guns out.&lt;br /&gt;So someone did manage to call 911. Thank god. But I guess they were&lt;br /&gt;a bit too late. They missed out on all the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the police were taking Josh's and my statement, I took the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to thank Josh for saving my almost short life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok. But I'm sorry I wasn't the hero you were looking for,"&lt;br /&gt;he said grinning. I thought carefully. He had a point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I may never have a happily ever after ending with you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll take the chance of having a long lasting friendship&lt;br /&gt;with my hero," I said sheepishly, giving Josh a quick peck&lt;br /&gt;on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, just remember you owe me one. BIG. Maybe you could repay me&lt;br /&gt;with a cookie," Josh said with a laugh. I groaned in despair.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going close to a bakery for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;You could say I'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A both of us walked back to our building on 8th street, leaving the&lt;br /&gt;wailing of sirens and ambulances behind, I asked Josh how he knocked Masked Man&lt;br /&gt;down without breaking a nail. Josh whispered the answer in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you do not want to get on Josh's bad side. You will regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, you want to know too right?&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you but let's keep that a secret between me and my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. I know, this is like some amateur's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can either read and leave, or leave a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But be nice ok? I'm just practising my English. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8113524282560330904?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8113524282560330904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8113524282560330904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8113524282560330904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8113524282560330904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-737968033380832284</id><published>2009-08-02T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:22:12.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally random but suddenly I want to eat a snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;Bubblegum flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is like impossible here at Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just miss snow cones??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-737968033380832284?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/737968033380832284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=737968033380832284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/737968033380832284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/737968033380832284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/08/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3671878902655290997</id><published>2009-07-29T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:32:06.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. What a day! For all of those who didn't come, well, you guys kinda missed out on the big commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, what WAS the big commotion? Well, for the fact that suddenly semua orang nak mengaku sakit when their not. tsk. And that 60 ++ people are sick and had to be sent home. Ugh. Can school be anymore hectic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hectic is nice. Gives spice to the sedia ada boring school life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to prevent SMIH from getting shut down and causing us to lose our hols, PLEASE PEOPLE JUST FREAKING TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEALTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevent is better then cure. Bye bye H1N1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you could just go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Teringin nak pg klinik buatan U.Wan. Tadi tengok dah macam Hell's Kitchen dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/s: Malam ni nak tidur mana ah? DAlila demam 40 C weh. Alih2, aku yang jangkit jgk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3671878902655290997?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3671878902655290997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3671878902655290997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3671878902655290997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3671878902655290997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/panic-attack.html' title='Panic attack'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5546241527285071532</id><published>2009-07-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:23:38.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, honestly I'm not quite sure on what to update on but I have to try and update. Cuz I have to make use of all the time I have for the Net. [ yeah, i know. schedules suck ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is, Abah took away the Mac. Tsk. But, the good news is that he brought back another comp!! One that is waaaay faster then the old stupid laptop. [ nak Toshiba!! ] Haha, thank you Pakcik Kahar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sebenarnya serius tak tau nak cakap apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think I'll update about the preks of MUSLEH.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* But' it'll be a bit merepek. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5546241527285071532?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5546241527285071532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5546241527285071532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5546241527285071532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5546241527285071532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-it-up.html' title='Keep it up!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4603410833601301389</id><published>2009-07-20T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:12:54.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukhayyam</title><content type='html'>Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya aku sengaja ponteng.&lt;br /&gt;Terlambat siap. lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, AGAK menyesal sbb ponteng.&lt;br /&gt;Terlepas nak rasa kelas kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat, ni first time aku ponteng lps Mukhayyam.&lt;br /&gt;Dah takde lagi dah rekod tuhh... &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ye, sorry ye kawan2...&lt;br /&gt;haha, mungkir janji aku ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-4603410833601301389?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4603410833601301389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4603410833601301389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4603410833601301389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4603410833601301389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/mukhayyam.html' title='Mukhayyam'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6420945082217890385</id><published>2009-07-15T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:37:27.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demam</title><content type='html'>Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I developed a fever.&lt;br /&gt;And I am sneezing like hell here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood for Mukhayyam.&lt;br /&gt;Even though ada baju lawa to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wish life would just go on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6420945082217890385?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6420945082217890385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6420945082217890385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6420945082217890385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6420945082217890385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/demam.html' title='Demam'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-9182539623808241601</id><published>2009-07-15T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:28:03.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSLEH 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sedang menggunakan laptop Pr. Ye, blh log in!!&lt;br /&gt;Sgt teruja tau tak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. So, the MUSLEH international debate championship has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know we broke a lot of hopes.&lt;br /&gt;But, we're human. And as Ustazah Hawanis said,&lt;br /&gt;"In debate, anything can happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the words that I hold every time I hear someone critisizing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to tell. But so little time.&lt;br /&gt;So, this post will be an overall post.&lt;br /&gt;You know how I like to do day to day reports right?&lt;br /&gt;That will be my project this week. Haha~ That is if I get to finish it before my mukhayyam this SAturday. Wuuu~ AGAK malas nak pergi. Walaupun baju no 4 tu AGAK lawa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, SMIH sent six teams. 2 for each language.&lt;br /&gt;And, I was teamed up with these lovable people. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team B&lt;br /&gt;1st speaker: Kfahna&lt;br /&gt;2nd speaker: me~ ;p&lt;br /&gt; 3rd speaker: Kzatil&lt;br /&gt;useful reserve: Khair [ yg mcm abg kat team tu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the other team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A&lt;br /&gt;1st speaker: CikQ&lt;br /&gt;2nd speaker: Dalila&lt;br /&gt;3rd speaker: Huzaifah&lt;br /&gt;'misused' reserve: Daeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we only made it to the Semi finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round 1&lt;br /&gt;SMIH A vs SMIH B&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to SMIH A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2&lt;br /&gt;SMIH B vs Sri Aman Kota Baru&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to SMIH B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3&lt;br /&gt;SMIH B vs Al-Amin Bangi&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to SMIH B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 4&lt;br /&gt;SMIH B vs SMIH A&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to SMIH B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter Finals&lt;br /&gt;SMIH B vs Al-Amin Kemaman&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to SMIH B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-finals&lt;br /&gt;Sri Ayesha A vs SMIH B&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to Sri Ayesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. That's basically it. Our journey ended right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I'm quite over it.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i was never on it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry is all i have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you people are sick of sorries.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. No worries. There's still uia next year.&lt;br /&gt;Our journey hasn't ended just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I end my post, I want to make a dedication to all the English contingent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kfahna&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You're something. That's ll I have to say. Eccentric in your own way. Even though you're kinda like a retired debater , keep up the debating spirit! and, DON'T YOU EVER GO TRAIN IIS!!!!! I mean it. ;p Wait, and thank you for bringing that wonderful LUMIX that caught our team's sweetness in picture. NAK GBR TU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kzatil&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. If you weren't there, I wouldn't know who the hell would have helped me with my points. I know it must be annoying to help someone like me with points that I'm supposed to find myself.&lt;br /&gt;But, I promise you that I will improve. And I'll bring back that dumb piala Abdullah Munsyi [ btl ke?] back to JB especially for you! Owh2, lupa nak mention, thatnk you for being the sensible one among us immature-ies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khair&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for checking through my points and for giving out all those whacky ideas of yours. I'm sorry if I made you that nervous during debates. Thank you for giving us advice. And let me tell you, it really worked. Thank you for being our no 1 supporter when othr schools had like a bus load. [ al-amin bangi anyone?] So for next year, I want you to improve so that you'll land yourself a place as a speaker. Don't make the same mistake I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for team b.&lt;br /&gt;Team a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qarie&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah2, I know. Jgn ketawa kuat lagi. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being with me after that first debate.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of good times. And I know that we'll have an even better time next year at UIA!&lt;br /&gt;Owh, and next time when someone calls pakai fon hotel, please stop singing.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sorry! ;p&lt;br /&gt;And I want his blog's url right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalila&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you for being with me [again] after the first debate.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have nothing to say cuz I see you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But, next time, just wake up early and actually get ready early and DON'T BE OVERLY&lt;br /&gt;HYGIENIC!&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah, kalau mahu, datanglah kelas kte kalau rajin. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzaifah&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on being spunky! And like kfahna said, please do not pick up the toilet's phone next time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay? Your quite annoying for someone your size. But, take that as a compliment. Owh, and I already told kzatil that I loved your shoes. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daeng&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, for the sake of Team A, please forgive them? And don't think you're being misused. They're just being not kufur nikmat. Haha. I mean, what's the use of a good brain if you dont' use it? But, whatever it is, thank you for all thoses comments on the debates we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special tribute to Ktas&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that 30 minute ++ call.&lt;br /&gt;It helped me a lot. So, as a present for you,&lt;br /&gt;I got best speaker during one of teh debates.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I have to make you proud some more. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to know more, just wait!&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven;t uploaded the pics yet so there's bound to be more right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ I want to upload a lot of pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the one with Nadia Hana in it!&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering who the hell is Nadia Hana.&lt;br /&gt;Um, that's none of your business. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-9182539623808241601?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/9182539623808241601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=9182539623808241601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/9182539623808241601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/9182539623808241601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/musleh-2009.html' title='MUSLEH 2009'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5857956967649576444</id><published>2009-07-03T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:02:52.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kejap timbul kejap hilang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, lupa nak cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I may be on again, off again kat internet because my parents seem to think that we should limit our time on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know, boo hoo~&lt;br /&gt;It sucks right?&lt;br /&gt;I know lah my exam results were pretty down.&lt;br /&gt;But not that much!&lt;br /&gt;[ ok fine. aku ada fail kan. plus ada 8 e. big surprise there! ;p ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't be active anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to catch up on things on the weekends and the middle of the week or so.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you need me on certain days, just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work things out. Athirah always does. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nadiyah, kte saje je nak minatk maaf lagi. Wakaka~ Nak buat awk marah. I'M SORRY!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Athirah, esok training mesti semangat! Sekolah itu best! lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5857956967649576444?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5857956967649576444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5857956967649576444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5857956967649576444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5857956967649576444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/kejap-timbul-kejap-hilang.html' title='Kejap timbul kejap hilang...'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6363889381123058719</id><published>2009-07-03T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:44:58.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going to happen now.&lt;br /&gt;I 'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when time moves too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just me who was too slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, ICEE is next Thursday. ;p&lt;br /&gt;And I do not feel the same way about it as UIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, I wonder how this debate tournament eill turn out with all it's participants&lt;br /&gt;[ not all] are like walking corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to yell at someone.&lt;br /&gt;Too much is happening right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6363889381123058719?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6363889381123058719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6363889381123058719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6363889381123058719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6363889381123058719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/07/hectic-again.html' title='Hectic again'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8667197010299006102</id><published>2009-06-25T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:28:34.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how it feels....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt kind of rebellious so I weaseled myself an excuse so I could go to the Choral Speaking/Choir/ Public Speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know you think it's unfair,&lt;br /&gt;But that's life. Sometimes it's unfair and you just can't have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, I thought its was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was a new experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly since I'm used to being around Chinese wearing short skirts and free hair because of going to UIA.&lt;br /&gt;But, the I missed the air of competition and it felt good to be back home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, congrats to the whole contingent from CS, to Choir, to the Pidato.&lt;br /&gt;You guys did your utmost best! From the screaming part of the CS, to the conducter in the choir and...wait. Pidato aku tak tengok doh. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't feel down. Even I know how it feels to not win in a big competition.&lt;br /&gt;There's always the ups and downs like bias judges, technical problems etc.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, there must have been a reason behind all this.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Allah has his ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I remember the time when we just got to Foon Yew.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was like terkedu because the school was so huge plus pretty and clean and had a canteen 3 tines bigger than ours. The Koop is like Rainbow and they have a food court. And, they have 2 main halls. Which are huge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they still practice their culture.&lt;br /&gt;Such as the Orchestra, Chinese Yo-yo, Wusyu, and.... GENDANG!! aka drums in English.&lt;br /&gt;From all their performences, I have to say the drums were the best.&lt;br /&gt;Not just because there was this cute Chinese guy who was so good at the big thing. I mean, I just realized that having hair fall into your eyes is hot! I will call you Budak Gendang. Aka budak mualaf yang akan jadikan kte murtad dgn gendang dia tuh. Bak kata Nads ah. I only want him to a be a Muslim. ;p OK ATHIRAH YOU CAN STOP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better. Actually, I liked it because it was so energetic with the heart thumping noise and the energetic moves. All that jumping was cool. The thing I admire is that these Chinses still treasure their culture. I mean, would you as a Malay want to play the Ghazal wth that is nowadays? Liar if you said you want to. I don't even see a Kelab zapin or Dikir Barat or Silat at our school. Or at any other school. The SBPs are all going for dumb Wind Orchestra which costs a bomb. [not that the gendangs were cheap though. ;p] So you can see that Mr. Speaker sir, Malay culture will be dead sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------- continued on 26/6/09------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about debate, we gave Selam his present today. And, we got something else in exchange. Which wasn't very good so boo-hoo for us! But, we all know that our fate is doomed. Unless we get all the facts staright. Don't worry, just a bit of misunderstanding. Not to worry. We have.... American Express, Visa Card, Master Card. [ok, wth?? CS lah pulak!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. the pep talk was good. It was a reminder to all. Never judge someone. And get your facts straight. And don't be a freaking hypocrite. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I noticed that when I turned on Hitz.FM, they were playing MJ songs and going, We are celebrating Michael Jackson- King of Pop. And I was like, what? For real ke the guys is freaing dead? All I hope is that he died peacfully and in Iman if he really became a Muslim. This incident just shows that anybody can die anytime. Evena famous singer can kick the bucket. I wouldn't be suprised if CTnurhaliza died tomorrow. Which I hope won't, but just as an example. So, what we have to do is get ready for Sakratul Maut. Because, you can die anytime anywhere. And if you aren't reaady, off to hell you go! Ok, a bit harsh there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm off now to go find about MJ so I hope that this post has benefitted you in any way. Hope it nwasn't a 'post kosong' as people would call it. I know my blog is so merepek but goodness isn't just through putting posts on "Tanda2 Orang Beriman" right? I can berdakwah through other ways too so may Allah bless all bloggers out there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nak gambar semalam! Aliya, simpan gambar gendang! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8667197010299006102?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8667197010299006102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8667197010299006102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8667197010299006102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8667197010299006102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-how-it-feels.html' title='I know how it feels....'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7101218882654772419</id><published>2009-06-25T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:21:56.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit I quit I quit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyp, this is not what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, this is not an emo post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be a stable-ish emotion post so don't ruin the mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't know, I am also a kinda of fan of the Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the ones who were famous for Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;But, after that they kinda disap&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SEKELU%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;peared and got unpopular again.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry!&lt;br /&gt;They are back with a new song called " I quit I quit I quit"&lt;br /&gt;Comeback time!&lt;br /&gt;The song is pretty much Click5 material but it's just that I miss them so who cares if the song is lame?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Kyle Patrick got a new hair cut so he looks oh-so ughly now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Too bad. Um, not that I care. Wait, I kinda do. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the band is kind of messed up,&lt;br /&gt;What with their ex vocalist, Eric Dill going solo.&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff that I do not know,&lt;br /&gt;Their still a fantastic band and I hope they'll succeed in their career as they too are just trying to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what am I babbling about?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;To hear the song, go to their official website or just find it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;You're bound to find it. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7101218882654772419?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7101218882654772419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7101218882654772419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7101218882654772419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7101218882654772419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-quit-i-quit-i-quit.html' title='I quit I quit I quit!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-487469797067194349</id><published>2009-06-20T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:48:16.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuttup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content Warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posts in the coming weeks will be quite a bit emo. To those who hate emo-ish people, you can click the red button. I SAID THE RED BUTTON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the audition. Lega2. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's kinda tired you know taking care of all those people.&lt;br /&gt;And watching them.&lt;br /&gt;But, I want to congratulate everybody who came today.&lt;br /&gt;You guys did great! We really appreciated your commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, reaching to the point where we had to comment on people,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my specialties?&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm not good at rebuttals.&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I someone who looks confident. I'm only fluent.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm the type that thinks out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I label today as a 50/50 day.&lt;br /&gt;Half good half bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, you should have seen what I went through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a graph. Yup, like the one in Physics where I got a **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it goes soaring up rocket high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it plunges DOWN like totally proportional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, the graph goes UP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, then it zooms down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my graph kinda looks like a M&lt;br /&gt;M for ___________. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Debate.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, we know that MUSLEH is about 2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;We know that we haven't started training not like BA that practice everyday&lt;br /&gt;until 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;We also know that we are all insecure.&lt;br /&gt;In position that is. Coz of our ______________________. * too censored to say.&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks. Having first someone saying that we're going to do this.&lt;br /&gt;And then the next few days they it's changed.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY STAB US IN THE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened today, I don't think that any one of us debaters have the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you wouldn't know now would you that your at fault.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your supposed to be all innocent and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Innocent my foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say we stand on the side of justice,&lt;br /&gt;WE MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to make an earth-shattering decision like that,&lt;br /&gt;please think of other peoples feelings. I mean, thats why we're a family right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you! If you want to talk trash about us, better do it quietly so we won't get news of it.&lt;br /&gt;Look, debating is a very serious matter. Don't think you can go around commenting it liks it's some stupid kiddy game. FYI, we're already old enough to think whats good and what's bad.&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST IS THE PAST. We have already learned our lesson! So stop judging people for what has gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, this all too stupid. I don't know even why I'm posting about it. About 2 other debaters have already done the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that when I'm facing a problem, I would have many people to turn to. WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody around here are just plain selfish. They just think for their freaking self. You know what? I'm tired of this. You know, I'm always the one trying to understand people. Trying not to hurt their feelings. Trying to get on their good side. Trying to build good relationships. But what do I get in return? When I tell, they don't even listen. All they think is about their own stupid problems. Yeah, like their only ones with problems here. HELLO! Wake up and smell the coffee dum-dums. Reality check! EVERYBODY HAS PROBLEMS. And honestly, not everybody wants to listen to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because of that, I am very very very very very grateful because I joined the debate club. I may be one of the weakest, but at least I got a good bunch of friends. I think it's sweet. Our friendship you know. To think that we could call each other and bitch about something. Tot hink that we could sit at one table at lunch and share stories out of debate. To think that we all like the same drink. Calamansy! * Air tema kteorg. ;p*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to&lt;br /&gt;* KTas&lt;br /&gt;*KFahna&lt;br /&gt;*Amnah&lt;br /&gt;*Qarie&lt;br /&gt;*Dalila&lt;br /&gt;* Everybody in the debate club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for being here for each other.&lt;br /&gt;See what debate can do? It makes people closer. But not in the wrong way. That only happens if you have a narrow mind or don't have a mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is ruined today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I was a bit cranky today.&lt;br /&gt;But, because of you, you, you, you,you, and me,&lt;br /&gt;my spirit is dead. Slashed by a knife so many times it can't be saved this time.&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;So in the mean time, lets just hope my spirit turns into an angel and goes up to heaven. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Tomorrow is Ummi's bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Athirah's Spirit&lt;br /&gt;15/3/93- 20/6/09&lt;br /&gt;"May Allah bless De'pikir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-487469797067194349?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/487469797067194349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=487469797067194349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/487469797067194349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/487469797067194349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/shuttup.html' title='Shuttup.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-286881419664144196</id><published>2009-06-18T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:18:17.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm avoiding the lines cuz they just might spilt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH* ( menganjing Amnah when she sighed into the microphone during the IIU Finals.&lt;br /&gt;Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as we all know, us debaters are SO busy with the audition.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all sorts of problems dude.&lt;br /&gt;As in return for all our hard work, AND I MEAN ALL,&lt;br /&gt;would you please come to the audition?&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP??&lt;br /&gt;Um, this probably meant for the people who got 'recommended'&lt;br /&gt;and DON'T feel like coming.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, do you realize what you are missing out on??&lt;br /&gt;I would kill to be able to add up on my extra curriculer marks.&lt;br /&gt;Especially now that the gov is so stupid by actually limiting the SPM subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you **** Prime MInister. *inside joke!* ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem2. Tomorrow is Jalinan Mesra!&lt;br /&gt;Which will not be too mesra for me as I think my parents will freak at my results.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I freaked at my results. LIke father like son right?&lt;br /&gt;Um, I mean like Daughtery. I mean, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you been reading the papers lately?&lt;br /&gt;I have. All thanks to ILI SYAZWANI SHAIRI. [asal smgt?]&lt;br /&gt;Because she brings the paper to school everyday. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lili~&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;The point is that if you turn to the Sports section,&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING ABOUT KAKA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that cute-ish Brazilian/ Real Madrid player who has absolutely NO SPIRIT OF SPORTS&lt;br /&gt;as he changed to another team for a freaking *** million Ringgit!!&lt;br /&gt;Um, not that I care as I'm not a big fan of football.&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice to see a picture of him  everyday. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's actually a good thing as us girls can have something to talk about such as who's a better player. CR or Kaka?&lt;br /&gt;Is Zidane actually a Muslim?&lt;br /&gt;Or is Lee Chong Wei a sucker for losing hope just because his coach wasn't there to train him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what the wonders of sports can do to us?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I can. Besides, through the news in the paper, I actually got to know my friends better.&lt;br /&gt;Because all we talk is about politics, the SPM, sports, economy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;So I can see what their point of view is like.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing it shows is that GIRLS HAVE BETTER THIGNS TO TALK ABOUT THEN BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;[ another personal joke. wait, is it actually a joke?]&lt;br /&gt;But its' true right? Women now a days have better thoughts then before.&lt;br /&gt;They don't talk about "nak masak apa hari ni suami aku lapar baru balik dari sawah padi tanam beras" anymore. But my mom still wonders about what's for diner. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't even know why suddenly I'm babbling about what my husband wants to eat wth today. Guess it's just the fact that I haven't been updating for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well, now I'm back. And I have to find more topics to write about other then about Kaka.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I'll talk about Cristiano Ronaldo and why he shouldn't shape his eyebrows because having thick catterpillers like Joe Jonas isn't that bad. And besides, you and your stupid eyebrow plucker caused us to lose our humour round. Damn you and your overly gelled hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athirah, I am asking you to stop now before you go on about how Michael Phelps was stupid to take drugs. Or about how Barrack Obama needs to regain my trust back. Or maybe about my debate family. Or maybe about mu own family. Or just type out my English essay as I promised Ili I would or I could talk about the Jonas Brothers's new album that is going to be realeased on the 16th of June.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, THAT WAS 2 DAYS AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to Yuotube now. See ya! ;p&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Owh, tomorrow MABIT eh? Sheesh. Haven't packed a thing yet. Too lazy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-286881419664144196?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/286881419664144196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=286881419664144196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/286881419664144196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/286881419664144196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-avoiding-lines-cuz-they-just-might.html' title='I&apos;m avoiding the lines cuz they just might spilt.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-508703684625561038</id><published>2009-06-14T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:52:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry sorry/ Paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll like to start by saying sorry for going all emo on my last post.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WORRY.&lt;br /&gt;There is no problem going on in debate.&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to ICEE,  even though you will see me wearing a paper bag over my head.&lt;br /&gt;I was using it to point out something drastic.&lt;br /&gt;To show that someone has really got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry if you think I've gone bonkers or something.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to create havoc. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, the holidays are over.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll have to back to my usual schedule.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to get back to study mode.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say brace-yourself-for-bad-grades mode?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. One thing I learned is,&lt;br /&gt;when you get to Form 4, you will be getting all grades.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how smarty-pants you are, or even if you hold the have-never-gotten-lower-then-a- C  record.&lt;br /&gt;Take for example me, I just got a ** for Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't surprised though.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot to update about Paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess this is the best time huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="adsense_square"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-7910058436447018"; /* 336x280, created 8/9/08 */ google_ad_slot = "5025402753"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/expansion_embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/pagead/test_domain.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;window.google_render_ad();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64eCR4tXqhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonas Brothers - Paranoid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I make the most of all the stress&lt;br /&gt;I try to live without regrets&lt;br /&gt;But I’m about to break a sweat&lt;br /&gt;I’m freaking out&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a poison in my brain&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a fog that blurs the scene&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a vine you can’t untangle&lt;br /&gt;I’m freaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I turn around&lt;br /&gt;Something don’t feel right&lt;br /&gt;Just might be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I’m avoidin the lines cause they just might split&lt;br /&gt;Can someone stop the noise?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is but it just don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;I’m paranoid&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I take the necessary steps&lt;br /&gt;To get some air into my chest&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking all the doctors meds&lt;br /&gt;I’m still freaking out&lt;br /&gt;That’s why my ex is still my ex&lt;br /&gt;I never trust a word she says&lt;br /&gt;I’m runnin all the background checks&lt;br /&gt;And she’s freakin out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I turn around&lt;br /&gt;Something’s just not right&lt;br /&gt;Just might be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I’m avoidin the lines cause they just might split&lt;br /&gt;Can someone stop the noise?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is but it just don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;Consider me destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know how to act cause I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;I must be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;I’m paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stuck in a room of staring faces&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a nightmare, can’t wake up&lt;br /&gt;If you hear my cry running through her streets&lt;br /&gt;I’m about to freak&lt;br /&gt;Come and rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just might be paranoid, yea&lt;br /&gt;I’m avoidin the lines cause they just might split&lt;br /&gt;Can someone stop the noise?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what it is but it just don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;Consider me destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to act cause I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;I must be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;I’m paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* lyrics may be a bit wrong as I copied this off the netty~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An almost perfect masterpiece from the JoBros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um, so today I'm going to talk about the feeling paranoid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What does paranoid actually mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt; Relating to, characteristic of, or affected with paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt; Exhibiting or characterized by extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a paranoid suspicion that the phone might be bugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*(n.) A chronic form of insanity characterized by very gradual impairment of the intellect, systematized delusion, and usually by delusious of persecution or mandatory delusions producing homicidal tendency. In its mild form paranoia may consist in the well-marked crotchetiness exhibited in persons commonly called "cranks." Paranoiacs usually show evidences of bodily and nervous degeneration, and many have hallucinations, esp. of sight and hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*(n.) Mental derangement; insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Meaning of paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um, ok. I dunno why the hell would you want to sing about being crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, it might happen to you right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I have experienced it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I know of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets just leave it like that ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This computer is driving me crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tsk, I still miss the Toshiba. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, all debaters have to start thier 'dakwah' so that lots and lots of people will try out for the debate team. Haha. And another thing, who ever gets a surat tawaran, please come too okay? Even though you aren't interested. I mean, the chance comes once in a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-508703684625561038?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/508703684625561038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=508703684625561038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/508703684625561038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/508703684625561038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-sorry-paranoid.html' title='Sorry sorry/ Paranoid'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5331358224544842918</id><published>2009-06-13T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:45:03.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALAM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EMBARESSED TO THE POINT WHERE  I WILL NOT ENTER ICEE ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, my life is over.&lt;br /&gt;I. want. to. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5331358224544842918?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5331358224544842918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5331358224544842918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5331358224544842918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5331358224544842918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-kill-you-right-now.html' title='I WANT TO KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7204695216172150663</id><published>2009-06-13T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:29:33.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To think I was wrong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am actually waiting for a certain someone to go online so that I can embaress myself.&lt;br /&gt;Waah! Thank god that person isn't on yet. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I am so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day today we were out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;First, off to peoples kawen2, *ehem2*&lt;br /&gt;Then, to Giant Plentong to look at fabric.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, we went to look for sofa fabric first. =_=&lt;br /&gt;After that. zoom off to JTU!&lt;br /&gt;Uh, and then back to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so yesterday I went too school.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had nothing to do there.&lt;br /&gt;Just to be a pengkritik tetap to the choral speaking~&lt;br /&gt;Man, the text is sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Just a little tweek here and there,&lt;br /&gt;hand gestures everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And you guys might get a place in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;Owh, and please work on intonation.&lt;br /&gt;Serious, ini kata2 seorang BIBIK profesional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's more to the story. ;p&lt;br /&gt;After Aliya had a 'profesional' meeting with my mom,&lt;br /&gt;She managed to weasel me out to Jusco Tebrau (JTC) *YAY!*&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so we trooped on buses after buses all the way to JTC.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;Eat, pray, window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Harris, got icekimos.&lt;br /&gt;*Woi, icekimo aku tak CAIR tak mcm bee punya SOURSOP.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, personal joke. Don't try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was quite a day!&lt;br /&gt;Having so much fun my gals.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I forgot to mention who I went with!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me, Mizah, Aliya, n Bee.&lt;br /&gt;These people we can call the JUSCO united fans!!&lt;br /&gt;We really have to plan a Jusco marathon. That would be uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, my holidays are coming to a sad end.&lt;br /&gt;Despite how much I want to go back to school and meet my friends,&lt;br /&gt;there's still a little part in me that wants to wake up late every morning because she slept late last night. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, today, I have learnt that men are the wierdest creation of all.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT ASK ME WHY.&lt;br /&gt;haha. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7204695216172150663?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7204695216172150663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7204695216172150663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7204695216172150663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7204695216172150663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-think-i-was-wrong.html' title='To think I was wrong....'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2396296915722154180</id><published>2009-06-11T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:41:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!!&lt;br /&gt;Um, sorry for yesterday's  oh-so depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay now!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know I owe a lot of my friends tags and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I will start with 2 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please!&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST REAL BEST FRIEND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I think it was Catherine. Amnah, I'm not sure. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST CELL PHONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia for sure. The big and bulky one... So not fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST FUNERAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember... I barely remember it as one of my moyangs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST PET:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alah, the cliche' one lah. A fish. Seriously, do all kids start with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST KISS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.... blank. But according to logics, it has to my mom. Right? RIGHT? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST CRUSH;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ The Intisorian girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; know this one. I mean, how can I forget Ben Benjamin?&lt;br /&gt;The blondy who was always in the same class as me. And also always behind me in the lunch line. Meaning, the only person I would talk to as I was the first in line according to alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;And why the hell am I telling you this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST SWIM;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember. But it was at Malaysia, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST BARBIE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH? Okay, so I did play with Barbie. But I don't remember which one. I only remember Polly Pocket. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST BIG TRIP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada? To see the Niagara Falls. With Asma'! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST FIGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so beriman, I can't recall my first act of violence. So, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST CELEBRITY CRUSH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not something you remember right? How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;FIRST MYSPACE FRIEND:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a Myspace. ;p * Ye2 Aliya, kte lupa nak buat ah pagi tadi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their lasts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either the people at LEADERS, or one of my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST CAR RIDE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 1/2 hours ago. Went to JBI!! And forgot the donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh..... Shrek? Hey, I know that's bad taste but it was my broters fault! I'm a victim of bad movies! I need to watch NATM2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST FOOD YOU ATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. Gigabites. Courtesy of Irsyad who couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST ITEM BOUGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate!! And I got another notebook today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST SHIRT WORN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST PHONE CALL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Aliya K talking about our next shopping spree. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Maaf ye cicit sbb kecewakan kamu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST THING YOU TOUCHED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard is too boring so I'll answer a book. NOT A FREAKING TEXT BOOK OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST FUNERAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still one of my moyangs. Aren't there any other Qs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST TIME AT THE MALL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now. All hail JBI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE EXCITED FOR SOMETHING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, when our debate training started again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST PERSON YOU SAW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST THING YOU DRANK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED ON TV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Indon drama whiich was so boring. I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST SONG YOU HEARD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song Dalila told me to listen too. Zero Gravity from David Archie eh? Tsk, Touch My Hand is waaay better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST THING THAT MADE YOU SMILE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Irsyad put his ambision *cita-cita* as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; *eat!*&lt;br /&gt;So cute! And to add to that, he thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cita-cita&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cerita-cerita&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST PHOTO YOU SEEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST TIME YOU USED CRAYONS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that's a tough one. Sorry, n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST PERSON THAT BROKE YOUR HEART:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah? Aliya!! Tag ni jahat! Macam tau-tau je...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, n/a ;p&lt;br /&gt;Lets say... Joe Jonas?&lt;br /&gt;For his stupid yet entertaining video.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, have you no dignity young man??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;LAST TIME YOU WERE REALLY HONESTLY HAPPY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... *goes teary eyed* When Amnah and Ktas and even Daeng showed up for debate practise. Our saviours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, not in the mood for another tag.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Almaz who just claimed my blog as merepek, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;That almost sounds like a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;So, you can kiss who ever you want to lift the curse!&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's David who seems like a sissy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ See ya later guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2396296915722154180?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2396296915722154180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2396296915722154180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2396296915722154180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2396296915722154180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-mania.html' title='Tag mania'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3079668351132806207</id><published>2009-06-10T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:06:28.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can conclude as the worst debate training ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, not exactly. It was actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;First of all because almost all the f5 came (except kfahna) came!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, reunion like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;We were yelling and hugging like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Until we got shushed by a teacher because we were noisy like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Again with crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't actually blame us okay?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my debate family means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;We are like total different people who get along fantastic-ally * teringat bdk LEADERS yg ckp Eng sedap gila tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd liek to describe each and everyone of us, but sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is to talk trash bout someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming her as Nur Athirah Kahar. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, today in training, my mind just wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Like in the first debate,&lt;br /&gt;about THBT *rmh ini percaya!* the spirit of sports is dead,&lt;br /&gt;where I was assigned first speaker and I was highly annoyed because I loath starting a debate because I suck at 'laying' it all out. So, in a nutshell,&lt;br /&gt;I sucked. MAJORLY.&lt;br /&gt;Or in other words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit of debate is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no adrenalin rush to pump me to make a good speach.&lt;br /&gt;No I-wanna-kill-you-cuz-you broke-my-gameboy kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Like the prime minister said in the debate, *ehem2*&lt;br /&gt;there was no PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't blame anybody.&lt;br /&gt;So Selam, don't be that dissapointed ok?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if we made no progress and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, we'll kick it up a notch in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get the spirit in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who kept the bottle of spirit medicine?&lt;br /&gt;I need a dose. Or in this case, an overdose. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3079668351132806207?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3079668351132806207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3079668351132806207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3079668351132806207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3079668351132806207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-784652639490374302</id><published>2009-06-09T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:19:18.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just too hectic now.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to trust, who to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;But can you actually blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like life has set a journey for me ahead.&lt;br /&gt;And it may be a bumpy one. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-784652639490374302?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/784652639490374302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=784652639490374302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/784652639490374302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/784652639490374302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7098414431985546944</id><published>2009-06-08T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:45:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Considered me destroyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! So I haven't updated this thng for more then a week. I know I am guilty for leaving my precious baby all alone. Ok. That sounded freaky and abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll have no time tonight to actually update about Mukhyyam and LEADERS and so on so far. But the least I can say is that I'll try my best to do so. Besides, I'll have Thursday and Friday free to do anything I want as I'll have to baby-sit. * For gods sake who does that anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Meaning that I will not be able to see the choral speaking rehearse. Sorry guys! I was really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we had training after soooooo long. I mean, it feels wierd thinking of hal2 dunia when you were just cramming your head with biology just last week. Or was it last last week? Never mind. The good news is, we are finding new recruits. To be part of our family! Um, not as a abang ipar or anything. I mean our debate familyJANGAN FIKIR LAIN.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you have to do is&lt;br /&gt;put your name on the form when the holidays are over.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I can assure you that thoses posters will be all over the school in no time!&lt;br /&gt;* Itu pun kalau Khair siapkan poster2 tu. ;p&lt;br /&gt;But, not just anybody can put up thier names.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm stopping anyone,&lt;br /&gt;but, we really want people who are interested in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have the slightest urge to join,&lt;br /&gt;don't hesitate, just go for it!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? You might be SMIH's&lt;br /&gt;next debate star.&lt;br /&gt;* Ok, can you totally see that I am manipulating you guys here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh* I have lots to do here right? Updates, tags, and such. Aliya suruh buat fb pun tak buat2 lagi. Tsk tsk, such a hectic life I lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7098414431985546944?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7098414431985546944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7098414431985546944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7098414431985546944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7098414431985546944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/06/considered-me-destroyed.html' title='Considered me destroyed'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1581888305424196197</id><published>2009-05-29T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:05:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over. ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;And the holidays have started!!&lt;br /&gt;*teringat lagu Hi5 yang Aliya pernah nyanyi tuhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to post this by the title : Consider me destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;As it is considered my favourite sentence now.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak tahu, hampir setiap kertas soalan saya tulis benda alah tu. Bangga/semangat ke-JB-an tak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, I already miss teh exams.&lt;br /&gt;Erk, not the the fact that I have to do revision though.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss sitting the hall with all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, Form 4 is the best exam year. *la pulak&lt;br /&gt;This is what I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; My seat at the waaaay back at the waaaaay sudut hujung. I can see practically EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;; The atmosphere around the Dewan Qadi. I mean, best tau bila bising gila.&lt;br /&gt;; The time when the 'budak-budak' belakang buat bising/berbual/sepak2 kerusi/amibik pensilbox orang BELAKANG.&lt;br /&gt;; The wind/angin that you get from the window. Coem to think of it, I MISS MY NEW WINDOW.&lt;br /&gt;; The fact that we are not learning and we don't have to bring so many books.&lt;br /&gt;; The fact that every class is emtpy and so dirty you can see trash everywhere. Macam dekat Imtithal. ;p&lt;br /&gt;;Wearing shoes in the Dewan Qadi. When are we going to mop it again huh?&lt;br /&gt;The adreneline rush I get everytime and exam ends. It's like, fun to be in a kecoh-kecoh situation. Habis satu periksa, rehat, ambik kertas lagi, rehat lagi, ada lagi satu kertas.&lt;br /&gt;; The pemandangan from my seat. ;p&lt;br /&gt;;Okay, I can't think of anything else. Adalah tu lagi sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Guess how us Form 4s celebrated?&lt;br /&gt;By cooking man!&lt;br /&gt;Soem of us girls stayed back to masak-masak.&lt;br /&gt;We had Maggi and puding roti.&lt;br /&gt;Sedapp hang tau tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I ada kat situ untuk makan je sebab ada mesyuarat sebelum tu.&lt;br /&gt;Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are my plans for my oh-so long holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the beginning is a bit too busy lah.&lt;br /&gt;First, there's the Mukhayyam Darjah 6.&lt;br /&gt;Which is tomorrow. * haven't packed yet!&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next day after it ends, LEADERS.&lt;br /&gt;*ye, aku berjaya pergi haha&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll be at KL until Friday.&lt;br /&gt;* Payless, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Then I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But, in the early second week, we have debate training!!&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I missed you~~&lt;br /&gt;But, tak best sgt sbb takde Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I hope to rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Erk, that came out wrong huh?&lt;br /&gt;*Jadi tak pg JTC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, we just came back from Jusco Tebrau.&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. Guess who I met?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of skinny jeans wearers.&lt;br /&gt;Oops,  mean Kak Fahna.&lt;br /&gt;And she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wearing skinny jeans. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, and me and Dalila bought 3 books.&lt;br /&gt;All costing us **.**  in RM.&lt;br /&gt;But thank god I'm not broke.&lt;br /&gt;YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. I'm going to be gone for a week.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;Kat KL bawak laptop Pr.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't log in blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Cehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Eh, lupa nak post pasal paranoid. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain jangan post pasal benda tu dulu!&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak aku sumpah jadi katak kang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1581888305424196197?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1581888305424196197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1581888305424196197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1581888305424196197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1581888305424196197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over. ^^'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5596561044773168911</id><published>2009-05-28T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:42:47.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and i want to go to Jusco Tebrau. or just anywhere then home where i have to study.&lt;br /&gt;But 'tis ok. Tomorrow merdeka wohh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ok, mcm mana lupa elemen ke-5 media multimedia iaitu animasi?? Semua frust yg tuhh je! Tula, jawab lagi elemen bunyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5596561044773168911?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5596561044773168911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5596561044773168911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5596561044773168911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5596561044773168911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3792121668771798295</id><published>2009-05-27T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:14:26.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 e? lalala....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;Then, holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;* but, awal2 cuti dah penuh kan...&lt;br /&gt;cehs. how can ah?&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well3, on Monday I had Add Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and suprisingly I survived it.&lt;br /&gt;That means I survived the 2 hours+ 2 1/2 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I scored it with flying colours wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And today was Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;Now that was a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;No offense, but it was kinda easy.&lt;br /&gt;Ezcept the fact that I forgot about the jenis2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khabar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, that was so rugi man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I promised to post about Paranoid ah.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot2. But the Internet is kinda slow now and I am not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;to post it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll do it on Friday ok?&lt;br /&gt;As a sign that I am a free woman!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And as a fare-well post as I'll be gone for the naxt few days.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the Darjah enam Mukhayyam.&lt;br /&gt;Then, um, apa ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I can't for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to payless and get myself a new stack of books!!&lt;br /&gt;I am bored to death right now you know?&lt;br /&gt;Cehs, see you guys later eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3792121668771798295?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3792121668771798295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3792121668771798295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3792121668771798295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3792121668771798295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-e-lalala.html' title='8 e? lalala....'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5633973930285360415</id><published>2009-05-23T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:04:42.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melalaikan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh2, you know people always say that one thing is still good unless it 'melalaikan' you and then you can sin la la la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our exams are melalaikan too right?&lt;br /&gt;So does it mean it's haram to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, such a good excuse to not take em.&lt;br /&gt;But you know me.&lt;br /&gt;Just finding a good damn excuse to skip the last exam week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't have to do a retake like Wanie.&lt;br /&gt;Poor you girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5633973930285360415?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5633973930285360415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5633973930285360415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5633973930285360415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5633973930285360415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/melalaikan.html' title='Melalaikan.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2270446738388193263</id><published>2009-05-22T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:19:29.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week more of hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chemistry today.&lt;br /&gt;And History essay yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;AND ENGLISH PAPER 1!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yg best uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I flunked all of em.&lt;br /&gt;Um, not exactly. Just exaggerating there.&lt;br /&gt;Typical me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, hari ni sangat best.&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 mopp lantai dewan uhh.&lt;br /&gt;Cehs, sangat mencalar maruah.&lt;br /&gt;But is was fun!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how many chances do yuo get in a year to actually&lt;br /&gt;mop the school's floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the boys gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Better make the best of it huh?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one week from splitting.&lt;br /&gt;And going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, exams can make people like puking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind your language lah Athirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Next post on Paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;** Aduyai, I have to be a fasi lah for the grade 6 midgets. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2270446738388193263?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2270446738388193263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2270446738388193263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2270446738388193263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2270446738388193263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week-more-of-hell.html' title='one week more of hell.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2380036326307377770</id><published>2009-05-19T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:52:35.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long live my  father!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my beloved father. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABAH.&lt;br /&gt;AND THANK YOU FOR GETTING US INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, this year we managed to get his present on time.&lt;br /&gt;Not like a week after.&lt;br /&gt;Or gabungkan with Father's Day or something wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, may Allah bless you and prolong your life.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we need you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2380036326307377770?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2380036326307377770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2380036326307377770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2380036326307377770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2380036326307377770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-live-my-father.html' title='Long live my  father!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-698847703627033024</id><published>2009-05-19T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:38:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when can Athirah get bored?&lt;br /&gt;Owh, all the timelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when all she does now is faithfully read her text books.&lt;br /&gt;such a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;just wait until she gets her results.&lt;br /&gt;then you will see how much she has done. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak fahna, kteorg macam kena cari orang baru je.&lt;br /&gt;no offence tapi * makin lama makin boring.&lt;br /&gt;kalau tak pun kena ada cerita baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila akak nak buat something yang lagi gempak?&lt;br /&gt;kte ngan qarie la taqrabu zina.&lt;br /&gt;huahua~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-698847703627033024?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/698847703627033024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=698847703627033024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/698847703627033024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/698847703627033024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/faithful.html' title='faithful'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6638817984957358124</id><published>2009-05-17T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:57:51.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cehs. I know, go and do revision.&lt;br /&gt;Or go finish those quiz Qs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, i'll do them tonight. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Apakah nama blog anda sekarang dan kenapa anda memilih nama itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Just changed it today.&lt;br /&gt;Athirah is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Well, for starters. I am bored. So when I'm bored, I update. And when I update, a full blog is produced. I think that means I get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2)Apakah link blog anda sekarang dan bagaimana boleh timbul idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;untuk menamakannya seperti itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thirakahar.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;um, ini namanya link bg org newbie yg selalu buat link yg mesti ada nama sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, just call it a starter link. I'm thinking of changing it any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)Apakah method penulisan dalam blog anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a free-lancer. If I wanna write memories, i write it. If politics is in my head, then politics it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4)Pernah terasa nak hapuskan blog anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think so. I mean, blogging is a good past-time. seriously. you can talk about people behind their backs without them noticing. Unless they read your blog. Right kak fahna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5)Apakah pendapat anda mengenai blog kepada pemilik blog yang TAG anda ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Qarie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, well, I have to admit she's kinda fun. I mean, we kinda have things in common like debate, *, ketua pengawas skolah lain, etc. She is someone who'll work hard for anything she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Qarie untuk PMR!! Saya dah lepas dah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6)Senaraikan orang yang akan anda TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*itu pun kalau diorang buat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aliya K&lt;br /&gt;-Almaz&lt;br /&gt;-Miza&lt;br /&gt;-Asma'&lt;br /&gt;-Amnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6638817984957358124?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6638817984957358124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6638817984957358124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6638817984957358124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6638817984957358124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/tag-p.html' title='Tag ;p'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3041450781106288297</id><published>2009-05-16T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:47:38.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are hard to take, hard to make.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh. First a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd foremost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE TEACHER'S OF THE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, it is finally 16 May.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna kill Kak Fahna.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, that's too harsh. And it'll ruin my rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why did I pick that particular title?&lt;br /&gt;Because I have now experienced how hard it is to make quizes, tests, exams.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it may be only like 10 Qs,&lt;br /&gt;but do you know how hard it is??&lt;br /&gt;To actually find and make up Qs.&lt;br /&gt;Making sure they aren't the same ones from before.&lt;br /&gt;The Qs must be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Not too hard, not too easy.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the students can answer them.&lt;br /&gt;Yang baca buku jela. Yang tak tu nak buat macam mana. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in order to appreciate your teacher's hard work in making these so called 'troublesome' exams, just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; try&lt;/span&gt; to do some revision and actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to score the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would be better then the look on your teacher's face when she/he sees that you scored your exams with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Wish I could just try. Today I didn't even open a single book.&lt;br /&gt;Toningt I have to finish those quiz Qs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3041450781106288297?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3041450781106288297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3041450781106288297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3041450781106288297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3041450781106288297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-are-hard-to-take-hard-to-make.html' title='Exams are hard to take, hard to make.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6444946129705431087</id><published>2009-05-09T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:06:57.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High on impact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cakap pasal impact2 ni teringat pulak dekat physic tu. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I slept at 1 something last night all because of stupid Princess Amelia Mignonette Renaldi, I managed to wake up early to go to High-Impact. Yes, and I don't regret going even though I looked half dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyhow, it was really fun. All that Mirwana (Mi yang takleh makan), and stuff. Got to meet up with my friends. Tapi kesian kan Imtithal tak dapat pergi? Mesti lagi kecoh. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered domething from when I was small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started in the US. And according to my memory, I was the only Muslim there.&lt;br /&gt;So of course having a name like Nur Athirah Kahar really stood out. At that time, I thought that my name was really special because I was the only one who had that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about perasan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I came back to Malaysia, and I enrolled in SRIH/SMIH, I found out that I wasn't the only Athirah anymore. I didn't feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;special anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later on I realized that it isn't your name that makes you special, but your personality. Right? With that, THBT everybody is special in their own way. And the motion stands. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tomorrow I have add math class for 4 hours. Erk, pray that I come out alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6444946129705431087?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6444946129705431087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6444946129705431087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6444946129705431087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6444946129705431087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/high-on-impact.html' title='High on impact'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7157764008664928132</id><published>2009-05-08T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:57:07.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that look. It's the look Hamizah gave me when I called her _____ today. Oops, wrong look. It's the look that you give someone who hasn't updated her blog for a few days. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Esok High-Impact. Eheh. Moga2 peminat Mirwana datang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh, so what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. EXCEPT THE FACT THAT NEXT FRIDAY ARE THE SEMESTER EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Asal cepat sangat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, since I missed class for about a week or so, now I have to attend extra classes. Not that I don't like the idea of catching up but I'm just not in the mood right now. =_= Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my problem now is that I have lost my focus in studying. Seriously! I think it's been going on for a month or so. Isn't that so useless? Going to school for nothing. Not exactly nothing but it's like " Masuk telinga kanan, stay kejap kat situ, then keluar telinga kiri"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means that I have to leave all my IIU memories behind for awhile and actually pull my self together. For gods sake I need to score this test!! Athirah, after this you need to focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a stress reliever, I found this hilarious tag on someones blog. I don't think it's too 'puublic' to put on my bblog as it's about my birth date whicjh everone knows because I wich myself a happry birthday each and every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January-------I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;March--------I karate chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April----------I licked&lt;br /&gt;May----------I jumped on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June----------I smelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;September----I danced with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October-------I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December-----I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15-------a goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25-------a football player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;1--------- In my car&lt;br /&gt;2 --------- On your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bed&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8---------- at the dinner table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- In line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, okay. Seriously weird there. So the full sentence goes like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     I karate chopped a goat in a hole because I'm a ninja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First reaction: HAHAHAHAHA. This is too funny. *snorts* Aminah, sorry tau! kte tertendang kambing awak pulak mcm kte tendang awak tadi! WTH?? To anybody who is in need for something funny, try this. it kinda works. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nads, igt tau, hadiah hari jadi awk tu, m/s 16 dgn 17 kte punya tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7157764008664928132?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7157764008664928132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7157764008664928132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7157764008664928132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7157764008664928132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah, yeah.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4658645570420991700</id><published>2009-05-03T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:39:17.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIU Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, cut the chase.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do this in a short one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we all woke up macam malas gila. Bacause the last few days we woke up way early. But we didn't get up that late, tak macam orang tu tak solat subuh kan. We just got up relaxed and not that uptight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to KAED for breakfast first. Then, we went toCAC to sit down before the finals. We heard that the BM team were in quaretine now. When we got there, our entourage had already spared us some seats. Haha. Ok2, so we had to seat in the finalist spot. Discrimination. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage was really beautiful and all. Dewan Juara Juara. Kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;So skip the debate, time for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were to get on stage and just stand there. Both BM and BI. So, the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a win of 6-1, the win goes to SMK Green Road!!!!" (mcm tu kot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, okay. We didn't actually cry or anything. Just clapped like mad. Then they gave us the Runner-up trophy and our cheque replica. Sweet. After getting off stage, we waited for the BM result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dengan kemenangan 6-1, johannya adalah SMI Hidayah!!!!" ( mcm tu kot jgk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH!! Talk about crazy what? All 4 of us just screamed there and cried *again* I looked at our entourage and I saw all of them jumping, crying, hugging, just name it! Everybody was happy! The sound of the thunderous applause was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It was so much fun! Then we took pictures, and watched the BM team get photographed for the July issue of e@siswa. And then we went back to our dorm to pack. But knowing us, we gossiped first, then started packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Skip&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat our annual Sate Kajang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Skip&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 11 something we got to school. And guess what? Lots of people were there to welcome  us back! Very nice guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Skip&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's our journey.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I miss UIA now.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I want to be a player.&lt;br /&gt;Not a reserve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go and get victory for us again.&lt;br /&gt;I ant to go and have fun again.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanna go with the same people again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, you guys are really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU PART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the school for sending us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to U. Kamaliah for the support, financially and um, what ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Salam, Ali, K.Jannah, K.Husna for being with us all the way and giving us the hope and trust  we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Faiz, Danial, and Hendra for the last minute help. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to IIU for holding this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my parents for letting us go with berkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Kak Nafeesa, Abdullah Fakhry, Iman, Syazwani, Iman, Maahad Hamidians, Al-Aminians, KISASians, and to all who supported and helped us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my team mates for getting this win. We couldn't have done it without each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Team A for being like one with Team B. I really think ALL of us did it togther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to our whole entourage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all SMIH students and teachers who supported us from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, thank you to Allah. For this meaningful gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESSONS LEARNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I learned quite a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You should never lose hope no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;*Teamwork is realy important.&lt;br /&gt;*Allah knows what's best for us.&lt;br /&gt;*Always go to Allah when in need.&lt;br /&gt;*I can't remember them all so I'll keep them to myself. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, we're coming back.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll show you that we're real victorians.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH cups are going back to Johor next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I'll be there to actually see it happen. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-4658645570420991700?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4658645570420991700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4658645570420991700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4658645570420991700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4658645570420991700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/iiu-day-6.html' title='IIU Day 6'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7833919896619875300</id><published>2009-05-03T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:03:35.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIU Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late post.&lt;br /&gt;Shall we carry on now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skips to the loo~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Still forgot to mention that Shap and Odah came too. On Saturday right? Al-Amin had their Ihtifal thingy so they dropped by to see us. Feeling? So relieved to actually see my friends again! Eheh. Shap, kte tak jumpa temenggungjugah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the night we were all so happy, we did some analyzing to see who we will go against the next mornig. Jeng jeng jeng. guess who? KISAS!! Cehs, all of us was like, "kenapa KISAS? Taknak diorang! Ktekan nak jumpa dekat final nanti!" etc etc. You get the picture right? We never expected the sistem lipat to backstab us!! Argh. Sgt benci ye dengan sisitem lipat skrg. We weren't the only ones analyzing you know. The next morning Salam and Fakhry told us the same thing. We met with Iman ( 1st speaker KISAS ) and told her as well. It was like a dream not come true. Cehs. After role call and when they annonced the match, it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Quarter final was against KISAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUARTER-FINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISAS vs. SMIH (B)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 5 ( mvm lecture hall skit. sbb ramai spectators!)&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THW increse interes rate on loan made to purchase foregin cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly+thankfully, the win goes to the Opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Yes, we were ecstatic. I remember seeing the boys jumping up and down yet again after the verdict. I remember hugging K.Fahna and Qarie. And I also remember the looks on the KISAS debaters when they heard it. I felt so sorry. Imagine if we losed? Would we feel and look the same as them? But the show must go on. We have to bring Islam to the final! But it was really sweet you know. All those Islamis schools there to support both of us. That's why ukhwah is so sweet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMI-FINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIH (B) vs. SEMASHOR&lt;br /&gt;Room: 59 ( still a lecture hall)&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THBT CIA staffs who commited torture during the Bush administration should be prostecuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of Islam, the win goes to the Gov!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Actually, this debate was really gruesome. Personally I felt we were going to lose this one. Why? First of all, the judge in front of me kept smiling at SEMASHOR and he even slept! Second of all, we didn't that much supporters. It seems that SEMASHOR had them all. They were being so loud until Daniel had to call order. Sheesh. Some respect please? Thirdly, whatever we said, they always seemed to be able to retort back. Sakit hati kan? Never mind. Allah is on our side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was to be announced at the Auditorium. So after our usual meeting where Ali and Salam can point out stuff and reassure us, we all trooped back to the hall. With faces as gloomy as ever. I think everybody saw it. I mean, we were nervous all right? Can't exactly blame us. We weren't oursleves there. Usually, we're the noisiest school around, but this time we were making joke and laughing just to 'sedapkan hati'. But then the moment of truth came. The verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can' quite recall the exact way they announced it, but we won!!! As soon as I heard SMI.... I was practically screaming! Semua macam terkesima kejap. Then, bam! Hugging, laughing, crying, jumping, yelling, screaming, swearing, you name it. Every type of emotion was there! All of us started to do group hugs. Covering our faces because we were crying too hard. Even the guys! *Please do not deny this. Your eyes were red!* I just can't explain it. If only I could rewind to that moment. It was just so great! Then people started to whip out handphones and yell in it that we made it to the finals. To add to our happiness, someone called and told that the BM were going to the Finals as well! More hugging and crying! I know I'm babbling but I just can't help it. I'm actually playing the moment in my head now! Then we all started to calm down a bit and listened to what the committee had to say. (Actually, I'm now wondering what the other schools around us were thinking when they saw us. Cuckoo in the head maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the sad/boring part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMK GREEN ROAD vs. SMIH (B)&lt;br /&gt;Room: Main Auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THW allow shorter prison sentence in exchange of donating organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Sounds complicated right? But I kinda liked it. All of actually had the chance to feel what the finalists felt. It's crazy man. Even I can't recall everything. People started to notice us, congrats coming by the thousands. When we went back to KAED for dinner, we were getting itchy. Tak senang duduk. (remembering the time Amnah made me choke on my drink until it came out my nose. Eww!! Sorry~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip quarentine, blablabla, redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faiz and Danial actaully came all the way to watch them debate! Sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the debate went on. Kinda liked the Mr. Speaker. Real funny man. Can't recall the debate.&lt;br /&gt;Skip that part. Then to when it finished. I went rushing out stright to where they came out. Instant group hug! Danial was outside so we went to him first. Talktalktalk, we went back inside. Grabbed a few seats as the ceremony was till going on. Noticed people aroung us looking. ;p After the thing ended, we went to our entorage and things happened. Too lazy to write lah. This post is already long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, forgot to say that they had a cake for all of us! Sweet huh? Before going back we scarfed it down and went back to our dorm. I think then we gossiped until late night but who cares? We were satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Pics will come soon I think. When I'm rajin enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7833919896619875300?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7833919896619875300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7833919896619875300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7833919896619875300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7833919896619875300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/iiu-day-5.html' title='IIU Day 5'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8693381686254080022</id><published>2009-05-01T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:44:16.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Asma'!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee~&lt;br /&gt;Just about more then an hour a go,&lt;br /&gt;Asma' stopped by my house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her messages before she said she wanted to give me something.&lt;br /&gt;When asked what, she said it was a secret. * typical*&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then she asked if I had a book titiled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LupaLupaLupa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, of course I don't have that book. *suspicious2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew she was going to give it to me as a birthday present??&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tak ku sangka. Thank you gal! Now I have to get you a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p May we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8693381686254080022?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8693381686254080022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8693381686254080022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8693381686254080022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8693381686254080022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-asma.html' title='Thank you Asma&apos;!!!!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1743267481376935436</id><published>2009-05-01T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:00:43.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIU Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just skip the redundant parts like what time we woke up, what food we ate for breakfast, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now focusing on the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Eh2, I forgot to mention that my parents and Amnah's whole family came on Sunday. Haha~ They got front row seats on what's happening in IIU. It was really nice to see such supportive families. Owh, kak Fahna's uncle came too. And Kak Husna, and kak Jannah too. Look at the whole entourage we have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Auditorium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all sitting at our regular place in the hall. Feeling all nervous and stuff. Really, if you could just step in our shoes at that time. Berdebar-debar tak terkira! I can't remember if we were quiet or not but Salam and Ali and Kak Jannah were all giving us hope and encouragement. I could see that they were anxious too. Who wasn't any way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, role call. I love that part. Everybody yelling HERE! right there. Seeing who yelled the loudest. Too bad SMIH didn't get any complimemts on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And, the moment of truth. Soon, one by one, all 32 schools that broke into the double octos were announced. Top 10, nada. Top 20, still no sign of us. 21-29, where the hell are we?? All of us were getting a bit quesy. At last, " Number 30, SMI Hidayah (B)!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were clapping like mad! At last!&lt;br /&gt;I was very thankful that we got to continue our journey.&lt;br /&gt;Then Zamir said that the matchs were to start at around noon. Because they had to settle the food poisonning problem. Talk about ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;All of us knew what actually happened right?&lt;br /&gt;So, I am afraid that I have to keep this a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be cherished by only the ones that went to UIA.&lt;br /&gt;And we all know that we're really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we only had to got through 2 matchs.&lt;br /&gt;As there were 32 teams, they had to do 2 double octos.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky us, we were in double octo I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Octo I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKC vs. SMIH (B)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 1&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THBT there should be a limit on the foreign songs played on local stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The win goes to the Opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Alhamdulillah. We were quite nervous to against a school as famous as that. But we managed to pull through right? Even Faiz was impressed that we beat them. eheh. I'm so proud of my team. :') This was one of the best debates ever! It was even better when I had some company to watch the debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Octo Finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIH (B) vs. SMK BUKIT SENTOSA&lt;br /&gt;Room: 1&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THBT Malaysian politicians involved in scandals pertaining to their private kife should resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, the win goes to the Gov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*FYI, I think this win is kinda of a pay-back. Because last year Team A lost to them in the Preliminary when it was silent. So I'm kinda pleased with this win. Erk, ye muka mereka nampak sangat kecewa tapi nak buat macam mana? Tiada rezeki untuk anda ye... You know what? If I'm not mistaken all of us cried *the girls mainly* at the time the verdict was released. I mean, we're going to the quarters man! We just made school history! Only Allah knew how all of us felt at that time. You could see the boys were also hugging and jumping &amp;amp; almost to crying you know.( dah2, jangan nak nafikan pulak) That night we were all calling Kak Jannah, Kak Husna, Faiz, Danial, etc. Yelling thank you's and We love you's to them. * only to the kak2 jela* Serious. I feel like rewinding that moment. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more, hang on for the next post!&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, and if I get the chance, I'll post the pics from my camera!!&lt;br /&gt;See UIA in real life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1743267481376935436?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1743267481376935436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1743267481376935436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1743267481376935436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1743267481376935436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/iiu-day-4.html' title='IIU Day 4'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-9211459518848771261</id><published>2009-05-01T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:27:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIU Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still woke up quite early and managed to conquer the bathroom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. This day was so tiring as we had to have 4 debates in one day. Sheesh, talk about troublesome. I could see my team mates getting tired by the third debate already. Today is also the day the debate committee announced that there was a case of food poisonning  among the debaters. Emphasize on debaters. See, the BM pendebats had a diff caterer so they did not get infected as  well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debates during the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBPI GOMBAK vs. SMIH (B)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 3&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THW not allow individuals to refuse medically necesseary treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The win goes to the Opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*They said that this was the best debate ever according to them. Because the engagement between both teams was crucial. Personally, I liked the TKC one. But who am I to say so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Match 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*At first the motions were ridiculous like J.O.H.N ISO what the hell. But I could guess it was on humour. Haha~ Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIH (B) vs. CHONG HWA (A)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 3&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THBT Christiano Ronaldo should stop shaping his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The win goes to the Opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* So, we had our first lost. Suprisingly, Team A also lost to RMC. Maybe SMIH wasn't meant to win on humour. But the debate was really funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loo loo, skip to my loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loo loo, skip to my loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loo loo, skip to my loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skip to my loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&gt;Kalau tak faham, buat2 faham jek&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Match 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCKK (B) vs. SMIH (B)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 15&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THBT tobacco and alcohol companies should not be allowed to sponser sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The win goes to the opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This time, the first speaker was so slow. I alsmost fell asleep. Haha. You can see that when we lost, we got a room farther away from the auditorium. That's because our ranking fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Match 6 (silent round)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIH (B) vs. CONVENT TAIPING (A)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 9&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THW pay stay at home mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* We didn't get to know the result until the next day. But I'll tell you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We lost. But that's okay. So, in conclusion, Team B had 4 wins and 2 loses. Quite okay huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were all anxious to know thw verdict on who got to break to the double octos. To know more, stay tuned for the next post. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-9211459518848771261?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/9211459518848771261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=9211459518848771261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/9211459518848771261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/9211459518848771261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/05/iiu-day-3.html' title='IIU Day 3'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2026107867706402316</id><published>2009-04-30T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:37:41.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIU Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we will continue our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sleeping quite late the other night, we still managed to wake up early. We woke up at 5 am! * Lah pulak* Actually, my alarm was at 5 but I kept hitting the snooze button a couple of times. And my snooze lasts for 9 minutes. Haha. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we still managed to get on the early bus and went to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;After that, all participants trooped to the Auditorium to have role call and briefings etc. Had debate 101 and they put on a mock debate between iiu debaters and a few volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Everybody was so sleepy you could see it. I think I fell asleep during the debate 101 when they were talking about squirrels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 2 pm, we had our first preliminary match.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we went through on Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gov. on the left, Opp. on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Match 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS PASIR PUTEH vs. SMIH (B)&lt;br /&gt;Room: 56&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THW abolish school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to Opp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The room was so far away! It took like 15 mins kot just to get there. And we even got lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But thanks to Liyana maybe because I was trying to remember your ULBS text the other day. We mentioned fashion house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Match 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMIH (B) vs. SBPI SELANDAR&lt;br /&gt;Room: 2&lt;br /&gt;Motion: THW replace all public examination with standard university entrance examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win goes to Gov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Haha. This was a fun one. The first speaker, Syazni, talked so fast. But understandable. And he was pretty noticeable as he put lots of dedications on Ratio.  You also remind me of some guy. Just can't place who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Match 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Postponed as we were way back on schedule&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty pleased with our selves. As both Team A and B got both wins. After a long day,&lt;br /&gt;we went back to our Mahallah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This years mahallah wasn't that nice as last years. But at least we had our own rooms. Waah! Nak mahallah Asma'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2026107867706402316?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2026107867706402316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2026107867706402316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2026107867706402316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2026107867706402316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/iiu-day-2.html' title='IIU Day 2'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-7683113201562326186</id><published>2009-04-30T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:45:17.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th IIU debating championship 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am now back home safe and sound where I am having the most rest I can get.&lt;br /&gt;* 2 hari tak pergi sekolah! See you guys next week!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm a bit late in posting this as &lt;a href="http://tabledge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dalila&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sitnstand.blogspot.com/"&gt;Qarie&lt;/a&gt; have already beaten me to it.&lt;br /&gt;And I am also very excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me go through this with a day to day report.&lt;br /&gt;It's more that way and we get to see the organized structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beware. I like to have my reports very datailed so that I can cherish my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Haha. The day our journey was to start. Everyone was wishing us good luck here and there. And with the help of my trusty camera, I got to take snaps of the Form 4 banats just in time before going. It was all very sweet. I though that if I ever missed my friends, all I had to do was look at those pictures. And my spirit would get lifted. It kinda worked though. &gt;.&lt; Well, after the long journey having to cope with Nadiyah in the car and getting lost way too many times, at last at 6 pm we got to IIU. Last years memories started to flood in but I knew that I would get more this year. After stepping in CAC everything was havoc because we had to sign in our teams. And with getting dorm keys and placing t-shirt sizes, we were all pretty hyper. But after getting to the dorm and having to get ready real fast for the opening dinner, we were pretty wiped out. Haha. Everybody was in a rush because we heard that they wouldn't start without us and they had a bus waiting for us outside. Talk about getting early signs that we were going to win. I maen, acting all diva-ish on the first day? Sorry to the comittee okay? The ceremony had started when we got there and we just found out that we had to share a table with 3 guys from MRSM Taiping. No offense but we were kinda bugged because we had to be all 'polite' and stuff. Tak dapat nak ketawa/cakap kuat-kuat. But I knew that in the back of our minds, we were worried about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Honestly, everybody was so nervous. I swear. Even as Reserve yang berwibawa, I felt the pressure too. Imagine targetting for the Finals on day 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams that were sent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurul Qarirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadiah Farhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hudzaifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daeng Ahmad Lokman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Tasnim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Dalila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amnah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nur Athirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kalau mahu update BM, sila pergi ke blog Nadiyah. Kalau belum ada lagi, go to her and beg her to do so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-7683113201562326186?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/7683113201562326186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=7683113201562326186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7683113201562326186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/7683113201562326186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/8th-iiu-debating-championship-2009.html' title='8th IIU debating championship 2009'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4121924536863343966</id><published>2009-04-23T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:11:03.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh-bye now, buhbye~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm going to IIU tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna kick ass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love kicking ass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Especially the debate way~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Team A and B will be off in the finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;*I've recovered!! And I'm gonna make sure I have the best of time over there! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;No more depressing posts from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-4121924536863343966?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4121924536863343966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4121924536863343966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4121924536863343966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4121924536863343966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/buh-bye-now-buhbye.html' title='Buh-bye now, buhbye~'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2420612073968431979</id><published>2009-04-20T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:43:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Obama's CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry if you find the layout too dull. Or docile.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of a new template which is simple but attractive.&lt;br /&gt;And a new header will probably be on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes changes are good right?&lt;br /&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/1815480601017268030-2420612073968431979?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2420612073968431979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2420612073968431979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2420612073968431979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2420612073968431979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-obamas-change.html' title='Time for Obama&apos;s CHANGE'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2180145318571890858</id><published>2009-04-20T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:33:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the truth even if it wasn't so great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. Still taking time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, my dreams have been shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;More like I didn't reach my target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because I wasn't serious.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what people told me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not entirely true but they have a point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because of my own self, from going up a notch,&lt;br /&gt;I went down one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is how life is.&lt;br /&gt;You're always misjudged, people make assumptions of you.&lt;br /&gt;You do things without realizing you are doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in a nutshell, * ;) * I want to say sorry to everybody who I have done wrong to these past days. I realize I haven't been myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know how it feels like to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unimportant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cared by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;recognized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;beaten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;noticed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And such as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please pray that I recover.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't think I'm being a sore loser,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just absorbing things in.&lt;br /&gt;Like how a normal person would. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To _____, I know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;but don't take it too hard.&lt;br /&gt;There are always other chances.&lt;br /&gt;And you can't just start blaming others for your own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1815480601017268030-2180145318571890858?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2180145318571890858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2180145318571890858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2180145318571890858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2180145318571890858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-for-truth-even-if-it-wasnt-so.html' title='Thanks for the truth even if it wasn&apos;t so great.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-1187156083729739246</id><published>2009-04-19T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:03:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know now,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason I didn't get what I wanted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the Faiz-given one these evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to improve A LOT on that weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I practically lived at school for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when everybody else were busy going to their lawatan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us pendebat-debaters were busy thinking our arses off about motions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, our weekend was even better. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to Danial/Dan, Faiz and Hendra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could use some more of your exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was really dissapointed with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not happy for the others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. I truly am. You guys are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just angry at myself. I wasn't doing my best for the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I'm not sad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as a reserve yg bertauliah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to anything I can to help my team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, bak kata Dalila;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alah, sekarang reserve bukannya debater paling tak terer, tapi yang boleh bagi points dgn fakta bagus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius, aku terharu. :') Thank you Darlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can never give up right?&lt;br /&gt;I still have next year. There's the Musleh tornament in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they say in debate, anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;And that Allah knows what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-1187156083729739246?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/1187156083729739246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=1187156083729739246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1187156083729739246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/1187156083729739246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-now.html' title='I know now,'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2219720576206996591</id><published>2009-04-16T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:07:10.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the Bookfair at PWTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to One Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Aquaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Las copaque. ( x jadi eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the Muzium Kesenian Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Starhill. (um, tak naklah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anywhere else then school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices have to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Afiqah, tolong belikan buku!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2219720576206996591?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2219720576206996591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2219720576206996591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2219720576206996591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2219720576206996591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-go.html' title='I wanna go'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6162820612840161405</id><published>2009-04-15T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:49:27.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Why do I feel like I'm the only one trying to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come nobody understands me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday I did my ULBS ( English Oral Test)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Majorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Always will be, each and every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry! This is not self pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's called reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Besides, I'm not sure if I got 30 or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My mom won't tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So that means I'm not happy with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Should I do a re-do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6162820612840161405?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6162820612840161405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6162820612840161405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6162820612840161405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6162820612840161405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/re-do.html' title='Re-do'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-481901566106817870</id><published>2009-04-13T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:51:13.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk tsk. Don't judge a banana by its's skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:KcQJ-_zSk5lOdM:http://www.edgewoodexecutiveeducation.com/c_img/thinkerswanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 122px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:KcQJ-_zSk5lOdM:http://www.edgewoodexecutiveeducation.com/c_img/thinkerswanted.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, *serious mode*&lt;br /&gt;something happened today that got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's something really serious that sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is judging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you have a dark history.&lt;br /&gt;And now in the present,&lt;br /&gt;you have stopped doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;For real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you get judged on by the things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Which somehow effects you in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;Because first of all they don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;And second because they think it's the 'right' thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;WThayle kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real statisco is that you aren't the only guilty party there.&lt;br /&gt;And the other side doesn't get affected at all.&lt;br /&gt;How harsh is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real harsh if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Because to judge something,&lt;br /&gt;you need all the facts and proof.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that what Islam practices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm ashamed when I hear all these stories.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, ________________________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dibiarkan kosong kerana terlalu pedas. Takut orang tak boleh handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lesson number one is that never, ever judge or make a decision without getting your facts straight.&lt;br /&gt;And especially make sure you ask the guilty party what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;people aren't who they appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;When the truth comes out, it's pretty shocking.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, people who you think are the right choice for something,&lt;br /&gt;might not be Mr. Perfect that you are looking for. * Tak dituju kepeda siapa2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau dalam erti kata lain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang orang yang kita sangka layak, sebenarnya tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kita ni je yang buta hati ingatkan dia bagus sangat.&lt;br /&gt;Dan, kadang-kadang kita rasa orang yang tak layak,&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya dialah yang paling layak.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab dia istimewa. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu,&lt;br /&gt;aku tak suka bila orang didiskriminasikan daripada sekumpulan orang yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Apa? Tak sama ke semua orang sampai beberape je yang dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, if you do not understand,&lt;br /&gt;please either try, or just leave it to your own mind to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes a great thing to do you know.&lt;br /&gt;Think about reality that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Maaf kepada yang tak suka aku post benda alah ni. This is just my opinion only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-481901566106817870?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/481901566106817870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=481901566106817870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/481901566106817870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/481901566106817870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/tsk-tsk-dont-judge-banana-by-itss-skin.html' title='Tsk tsk. Don&apos;t judge a banana by its&apos;s skin!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3020589332010338000</id><published>2009-04-13T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:20:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JBI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday was the school's annual Ihtifal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Was so great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I met Aisyah Andi, Almaz. Saw some fews who aren't in SMIH anymor this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; fun. *kau tak faham sudah. Pergi main jauh2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pics are already uploaded but there with Nadiyah now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kau tak bawak esok siaplah nanti hang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hm, today was a holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha. Time for some R&amp;amp;R huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah, I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;F&amp;amp;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; rasanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; and;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; untuk apa ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I had a nice time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That'll be told later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow is my turn for the ULBS thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha. I decideed to rewrite mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And it's in the process of finishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So that means I have all night to start memorizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uhuk. I don't feel like going to school then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll go and get myself sick or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3020589332010338000?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3020589332010338000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3020589332010338000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3020589332010338000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3020589332010338000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/jbi.html' title='JBI'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4132432365209813102</id><published>2009-04-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:24:05.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku bahagia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So I didn't get to got to the raptai ihtifal.&lt;br /&gt;S.O? *jahat,jahat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a debate session today.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;The usual,&lt;br /&gt;humiliating Amnah,&lt;br /&gt;loud us,&lt;br /&gt;rain.rain.rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part was that all the chairs were being lorried off too Nusa mutiara.&lt;br /&gt;But we managed to snag some. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Also, all the Alumnis came.&lt;br /&gt;What fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow will be the Ihtifal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak sabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Alhamdulillah I get an award again this year.&lt;br /&gt;God really loves me huh?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really grateful because I get two.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda nervous to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it must be hard right to hold something this big as the Ihitfal?&lt;br /&gt;All the people must have worked really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder each year is just a different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the f5 performance is really good you know this year.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how will it be NEXT year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for them to think, and us to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* owh, aku tak sabar nak cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-4132432365209813102?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4132432365209813102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4132432365209813102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4132432365209813102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4132432365209813102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-bahagia.html' title='Aku bahagia.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5730811056931174935</id><published>2009-04-09T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:54:11.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kecewa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun pernah kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kau janganlah rasa kau sorang2 dekat dunia ni.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan2, keluarga, TUHAN semua ada untuk kau.&lt;br /&gt;Cuma kau je yang kena tabah.&lt;br /&gt;Kena kuatkan hati untuk hadapi semua ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat, pengorbanan itu perlu.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila timbul kesannya,&lt;br /&gt;baru rasa sejuk hati bila terkenang apa&lt;br /&gt;yang kita lalui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ini ditujukan kepada sahabat2 ku di luar sana yang memerlukan penaik semangat. Ya, terutamanya kau sahabat! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5730811056931174935?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5730811056931174935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5730811056931174935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5730811056931174935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5730811056931174935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/kecewa.html' title='Kecewa.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-6031978856447038474</id><published>2009-04-08T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:09:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should have said no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes, I know I haven't been really updating. Just giving lame updates on how I'm such a lazy arse when it comes to uploading pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dalila tried today and she said something went wrong. Aduyai. Seems like those pics will have to wait some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, this month is becoming more and more busy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this last week was STF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week there's the ihtifal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next is lawatan. * Aku nak pergi yang mana satu nihh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the final week would be off to UIA. If I still get to go that is.&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm pretty okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm also in a major reading frenzy. All I want to do now besides surfing the net is read books.&lt;br /&gt;And take note that the books are my kinda-boring-and-thick text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm SO gonna get A's on my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to break the habit though.&lt;br /&gt;Not nicey-nicey for my study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jeoperdizing my own life. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, today was tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake, *my latest fav phrase* I am not going to do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahla rasa macam nak tidur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mount homewerk is waiting for me in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I guess I'll see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry to anybody who I made fun of today. I had no right to do that.&lt;br /&gt;** Terima kasih pada Makcik (Amira) kerana bagi saya pamphlat yang Nadskim dah koyakkan tuh. Barulah dapat saya jeleskan Nadiyah. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-6031978856447038474?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/6031978856447038474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=6031978856447038474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6031978856447038474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/6031978856447038474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-have-said-no.html' title='Should have said no...'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8950379380214727437</id><published>2009-04-06T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:04:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry....</title><content type='html'>Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Still haven't uploaded the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everyone yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8950379380214727437?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8950379380214727437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8950379380214727437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8950379380214727437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8950379380214727437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry....'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-652157025429610694</id><published>2009-04-05T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:11:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I kinda just got back from Amnah's house. Thank you Amnah for letting me stay there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wanna hear about STF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you do. It was really fun. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I'm too lazy to update. Too long. Haha. Alasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I have to upload the pictures from the camera. Okeh, agak As di situ. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be patient okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog debat pun tak update-update lagi. Sungguh sorry ya di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1815480601017268030-652157025429610694?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/652157025429610694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=652157025429610694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/652157025429610694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/652157025429610694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/stf.html' title='STF'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2476289549782519481</id><published>2009-04-03T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:06:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morse code is tiresome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Can you believe that we're going to STF tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, even though I won't be debating, I still feel the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, our first friendly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all rooting for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel bad for the people who type  out Morse code? I do. It's so tiresome because you tap your fingers a lot. Eheh. Jangan buat muka gedik dan kata benda ketuk-ketuk itu untuk senaman jari! It is so not. Morse code obviously has it's own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I cannot understand is why I am acting like a person like that. (yg taip morse code uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now using a laptop mouse. As you all know, that sucks. And as my computer is so super slow, I'm tapping like crazy. And yeah my fingers hurt like hayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm a kinda impatient person when it comes to slow technlogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, ini boleh jadi lesson nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In life, PLEASE BE PATIENT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Aku malas nak datang sekolah pakai baju sekolah dan pergi ke sekolah orang lain kerana ada hal sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1815480601017268030-2476289549782519481?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2476289549782519481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2476289549782519481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2476289549782519481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2476289549782519481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/morse-code-is-tiresome.html' title='Morse code is tiresome.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4042912988898316369</id><published>2009-04-02T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:09:28.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is not your's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk, today there was good news, and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it still kinda suck. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, tak bersyukur. bla bla bla~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it kind of hurts when you can't have anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It is totally true when people say that "Kita yang merancang tetapi Allah yang menentukan"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. No matter how hard we try, work,plan and so on, Allah still has the veto power to determine what happens. But, what ever happens,just think that Allah knows what's best for us. Like our parents. Even though we think they are being unfair and stuff, the truth is they just love you. And they want the best for us. It's just teh same thing with God. He knows what is best. Owh, and also I learned that sometimes, that friends are very important to you. ;p True friends always got you're back. And they will pity you anf feel sorry if something bad comes up. So, believe in your friends! Hidup Obama! Erk, abaikan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think I'll make this 'lesson' thing a regular. It's kinda good you know?&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, are my hands 'lenguh' from all this typing. Actually, the mouse has gone bengong so I'm using the laptop mouse. VERY frustating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;br /&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/1815480601017268030-4042912988898316369?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4042912988898316369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4042912988898316369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4042912988898316369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4042912988898316369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-is-not-yours.html' title='Everything is not your&apos;s'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-2825482118868133691</id><published>2009-03-31T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:21:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially announce this day as a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the other hand, I learned A LOT of new lessons. And you know what? I'm grateful I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If something bad happens, don't go hysterics over it. I'ts just not worth it. Take the problem calmly and try to figure out the right solution. Even if it does hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In life, you have to make choices. And remember, what ever you decide, it will affect your future. So you have to be brave and be responsible and be able to bare the consequences. Eheh. No point crying over split milk right? But sometimes, to be honest, I somehow wonder what would have happened to me if I took the other road. Haha~ Macam The Road Not Taken lah pulak. Eyp, mmg tengah cakap pasal tu pun! But I'm thankful that I chose the right path. It gave me lots of benefits. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) In life (again), there will always be the time when you're on the top, and the bottom. One day it'll be your day. But you might never know that the next day will be hell. Or in a nicer way, you'll have a bad day. Like me. Eheh. Just remember, life is like a wheel. So, if the wheel doesn't move around causing you to be at the top or bottom, life will never move. The wheel makes the bike move forward. So you'll never know when you'll have your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If Allah has already 'tetapkan' something for you, always think of the best. BECAUSE ALLAH KNOWS WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU AND HE LOVES YOU. Believe me, I've been there. And I believe in fate. That whatever happens, it's the best for me. I just don't how it is. But it'll eventually show it's benefit. Mostly it's something you'll never think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When Allah has given you the 'rezeki' to be a leader, or someone who is on top, PLEASE I BEG YOU, do not be snobby about it. Because that thing is just so damn temporary. It's not like you'll be on top forever. Remember the wheel. =_=  If you're on top it doesn't mean you are the best. You have no right to think that the people below you are just plain normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or stupid&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry. I am telling you the truth. Because I know how deep it hurts to see your friends turn on you just because they are a rank higher. Or I think their my friends. But never the less, just believe that your day will come. AKU DAH INSAF TAK NAK BERLAGAK BILA DAH TERER. So take this as an advice for all of you ut there. Not just if you are a leader, but anything else. Even as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Um, never blame everything that goes wrong on everybody else. Because,  there is fault at you too. Nobody is perfect. It's just the matter of handling the blame. If it's something you can fix, then always remember to not repeat the same mistake. Don't get patuk by the same ulartwice. *owh, cantik bahasa. ;p* Just try harder next time. It'll never hurt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Lastly, when you think there is no hope in the world anymore, ALWAYS remember that Allah is there for you. When there's nobody who is willing to here your problem, just babble it away to God. He'll listen. Because he loves you. That's why you are still breathing at this very moment. I have always found it soothing to complain to someoe who surely loves you. It takes some of the burden off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuu~ That's a long post there.&lt;br /&gt;Erk, I wanna go and listen to Can't Have You.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only song that I think os haert-touching.&lt;br /&gt;But in a different way. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-2825482118868133691?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/2825482118868133691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=2825482118868133691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2825482118868133691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/2825482118868133691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-loves-me.html' title='God loves me...'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3297893490070474997</id><published>2009-03-30T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:20:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are needed here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;* Kawan2 saya sekarang sedang duduk dalam musolla sambil berzikir sampai dengar  ke bawah. Dan hari ini tiada yang menjaga pintu musolla. SANGAT KASIHAN sebab si penjaga dia yang tak bertanggungjawab tuhh tak datang sekolah. Ucapan terima kasih ingin dihulurkan kepada pangawas yang baik hati untuk jagakan pintu yang dah kopak tu. erk, muka saya sekarang sedang tidak bersalah. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, saya nak tukar url blog ini. Dan layoutnya sekali. Dan nak buat header baru sekali yang lebih mengancam dari yang lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Tapi sekarang tengah malas. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3297893490070474997?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3297893490070474997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3297893490070474997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3297893490070474997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3297893490070474997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes-are-needed-here.html' title='Changes are needed here...'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3307535183543882886</id><published>2009-03-30T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:26:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta miss the tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. Here's a tag I got from Nadiyah's blog. Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;Macam nak simpan je jawapan bagi soalan tutt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. What do they call you in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt; Cehs, I'm thankful that I'm the only Athirah in class. So it's either Athirah, or Thira. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;kcik calls me Nenek. My friends in Abqari call me Kuning. Erk, don't ask why. For some people, I'm the YDPA Major Loser. Tapi yang dah bersaralah. Haha~ And, only some people can call me Moyang AK. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Who is the most quiet in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Uhh, not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Which teacher always gets angry with you all ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Haha~ I think all of 'em do. No offense~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Who is always the earliest to reach school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Shikin I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Who is always late to enter class ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Haha. That's a hard one. Depends. But mostly it's the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Who is the smartest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Duh. Tak nak sebut nama dia. Tapi banat ramai yang otak geliga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Who always asleep in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Erk, honestly, ONE of them is me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Who is the leader of the class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Arif yang datang dari Singapore yang pernah sesekolah dengan Zubaidah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. Which subject do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Hish, now that's a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. What was the worst punishment in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. What do you bring to class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;My bag. And everythnig else lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. What is the best subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Huuuu~ History. ( Jahat gila )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. What do you always do in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Either learn, sleep or go yak with the people behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14.Have you ever get scoldings from yr teacher ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt; Huh. Mestilah. Kami kan brand toothpaste terbaik yang the cream of the cake. Kejadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15.whats your position in class for most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Um, tak faham aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16.Have you ever had become first in class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Nope. Second or third pernahla. Paling sakit hati amsa Form 3 yang trial uh. Sebab aku dapat no.3. Dikalahkan oleh Nad's dengan jarak yang SANGATY kecik! Hanya 0.24 je!!&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17.who do you sit with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;On my right, Aishah. Lefty, Lili Syazwani!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18.people around you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&gt;Um, frankly, I sit in the middle of all the Banats. So everybody is around me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19.y0u want to tag..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Um, no one in pwrticular. Asma', hang nak buat, buatlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3307535183543882886?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3307535183543882886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3307535183543882886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3307535183543882886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3307535183543882886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotta-miss-tag.html' title='Gotta miss the tag...'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4960045494700099457</id><published>2009-03-30T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:03:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful I'm alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi!!!!! God, I thought I'd never get to see blogger again! Aw, how I miss typing here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Erk, yes. As you can see, I'm not at school. Ponteng? Not really lah. Eheh. Too lazy too explain~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I know you guys miss me at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What have I got my hands in now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;At first, of course my debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then the F1 mukhayyam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And then, throw away the mukhayyam part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I am very pissed now as I have to drop the Mukhayyam because it clashes with the debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How lame can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I'm trying to cope with things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;There must be a reason why Allah did this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Just believe in faith right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Owh, I got most of my exam results already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Not that I can say I'm proud of em,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But I could have done WAY much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I'm thinking of slaving away for mt Sem1 papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I think I'll end this fricken thing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Huuuu~ Wanna go and do a tag after this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hidup Athirah! Hidup! Hidup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Aliya, kte last2 tak yah pun suruh awk postkan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1815480601017268030-4960045494700099457?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4960045494700099457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4960045494700099457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4960045494700099457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4960045494700099457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-thankful-im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m thankful I&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-538620622281061942</id><published>2009-03-16T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:38:50.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti itu best</title><content type='html'>Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ramai orang on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saya dapat merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius, cuti itu best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-538620622281061942?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/538620622281061942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=538620622281061942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/538620622281061942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/538620622281061942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuti-itu-best.html' title='Cuti itu best'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-3109042945676604642</id><published>2009-03-15T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:53:15.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday!!! Part II</title><content type='html'>Continued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Erk, Aliya. Asal nama blog awak Cloud? Kenapa bukan Athirah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, Blogger is so bengong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like boycotting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh. JK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you again to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for making my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-3109042945676604642?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/3109042945676604642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=3109042945676604642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3109042945676604642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/3109042945676604642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-16th-birthday-part-ii.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday!!! Part II'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8912213774596039771</id><published>2009-03-15T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:35:25.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Salam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I don't feel old. Yet I have turned a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the same Athirah like I was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can say is that I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Allah gave me life until this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also grateful that I have the most sweetest friends I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine getting  a text message in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a few minute later, another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next morning my handphone was bombarded with wishing messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could have been the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh2, lupa pulak hari ni harijadi blog Aliya K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday bloggy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8912213774596039771?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8912213774596039771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8912213774596039771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8912213774596039771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8912213774596039771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-16th-birthday.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday!!!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-5439957538895076169</id><published>2009-03-09T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:20:03.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to tackle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hm, I have just arrived safely home. Yes, I missed you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, it's March and I have a lot coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Debate training. Until 6.00 pm. Mak aii??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. My birthday. Eheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Other people's birthday. Eheh. Eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Um, adalah tu lagi akan datang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, today I went to One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Probably one of the best shopping malls ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Guess how many books I bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lets see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Payless: 6 = RM 40/2 ( sbb sale 50%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;                  =  RM 20#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MPH:     1 = RM 29.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeahhh.... Guess how much I forked out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But, my Payless books were on the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Coz of my birthday. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Ummi and Abah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now you can see how book-crazy I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;With all those books I bought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have 7+2 books to be read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The 2 came from the books I bought at Harris last Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yup, and now my allowance are like, low?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I'm not sure of spending any more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha~ Nama dia rambang mata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, as I was reading one of the books,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;titled 'All alone in the universe',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;it got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Why do friends drift apart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Coz the book is about a girl who loses her best friend over the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean, how DO friends drift apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's not like we live on the Nile river or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, I don't know the answer even though I'm half way through the book and I have had experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LOTS of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I have my own friendship history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;They were horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;( Bukan teruk sbb x suka org tuh! Tp cara drift dia sedih tila~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And it keeps coming to me almost every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Why target me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For once I want to be problem-less and guilt-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Because most of em are mainly my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Case closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am very happy with all my friends this year. Seems like there's a rainbow at the end of a cloud~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-5439957538895076169?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/5439957538895076169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=5439957538895076169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5439957538895076169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/5439957538895076169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-tackle.html' title='Time to tackle!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-8650923311141357620</id><published>2009-03-08T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:56:17.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhuk...Doomed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Please pray that my mom won't get mad at my marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Especially the one's that I'm supposed to score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Like QTH. Eheh. Big, fat, chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So, adios guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*Aku nak pg debate!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-8650923311141357620?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/8650923311141357620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=8650923311141357620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8650923311141357620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/8650923311141357620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/uhukdoomed.html' title='Uhuk...Doomed!'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-9054346654983927408</id><published>2009-03-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:54:35.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity of the mind II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Salam~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I know. I am as much as annoyed as you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sheesh. I miss my dear bloggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Now, I'm annoyed because;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;First, I didn't even realise I was typing for the Blog Batch! Lets just hope nobody saw it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Second, the damn Toshiba isn't fixed yet so I'm using the Mach. Where the heck is the copy/paste button??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Third, last week was exam week so I was stressed. Yes, laid back Athirah was stressed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Fourth, my money is running out like candy coz I keep spending it on books... And tomorrow I'm going to One Utama to meet the love of my life; Payless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Fifth, my exam results are down in the dumps. Yes you darn genius, my addmath is like HAYLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sixth, there's no Astro in this so-called apartment/hotel thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Seventh, I still can't find the copy/paste button on this damn piece of plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Eighth, this small study doesn't have air-conditioning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ninth, I'm complaining like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tenth, I missed the debate yesterday. *kak fahna, qarie, stop smirking!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Wanna know why I say the mind is simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Because we, as the brain's master,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;make all the decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Is it wrong to do what the heart desires?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So I'm gonna do what I wanna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Being myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;P/s: Asal TV tiba2 senyap? Aduyaii.... Aku tido atas lantai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mumbo Dumbo Jumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-9054346654983927408?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/9054346654983927408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=9054346654983927408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/9054346654983927408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/9054346654983927408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplicity-of-mind-ii.html' title='Simplicity of the mind II'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815480601017268030.post-4226952113273351619</id><published>2009-03-08T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:39:14.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity of the mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Aduyaiii....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Terpost the benda alah at the Blog Batch!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mencalar maruah dowhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Now I have to type the whole thing again from the beginning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815480601017268030-4226952113273351619?l=thirakahar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/feeds/4226952113273351619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815480601017268030&amp;postID=4226952113273351619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4226952113273351619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815480601017268030/posts/default/4226952113273351619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirakahar.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplicity-of-mind.html' title='Simplicity of the mind...'/><author><name>::aThirahkahar::</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18174952903345510563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1kP2F--Oiog/SmQdC3gaIrI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nSNV3Mq4x-M/S220/1_612441143l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
