<?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-8255787500026300236</id><updated>2012-03-04T20:56:26.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirrosette's Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7051641257761541600</id><published>2012-03-03T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T23:49:05.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to smile about ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. February babies celebration with BFFs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyMKgSwPsn0/T1I0xoFD_hI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/C9JhhH1Nj08/s1600/bffs%2Bforever.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyMKgSwPsn0/T1I0xoFD_hI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/C9JhhH1Nj08/s320/bffs%2Bforever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715688904263466514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fh046KLfcM/T1I0xfRSKkI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/gydnoC8u1LI/s320/bffs%2Bforever%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715688901898807874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;2. Release of 'A' Level results. *Spot meeeeeee!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_-cCPYgQIw/T1I9Nn7yz3I/AAAAAAAAG_0/EdWb5L39iXs/s1600/426200_10151342146615258_762555257_23371041_299262459_n.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_-cCPYgQIw/T1I9Nn7yz3I/AAAAAAAAG_0/EdWb5L39iXs/s320/426200_10151342146615258_762555257_23371041_299262459_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715698181353951090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;3. Interview with The New Paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRgg2negV98/T1I0xUkyRJI/AAAAAAAAG_E/jBpjpmloq-w/s1600/TNP.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRgg2negV98/T1I0xUkyRJI/AAAAAAAAG_E/jBpjpmloq-w/s320/TNP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715688899027813522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Truly I was disappointed with myself. I didn't meet my targets. I bawled my eyes out and poured everything to Him yesterday. But I feel better today. Alhamdulillah. I realise, I should be contented. For He knows best, kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Mungkin memang dah tertulis I'm destined to take up Malay and not Geography. Mungkin memang dah bukan rezeki untuk dapat scholarship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I ain't losing hope. Masih ada harapan lagi. And I shall not give up! I'm pretty sure...I deserve something, somewhere, someway, somehow (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cause I believe He is the most just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&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/8255787500026300236-7051641257761541600?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7051641257761541600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/03/things-to-smile-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7051641257761541600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7051641257761541600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/03/things-to-smile-about.html' title='Things to smile about ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyMKgSwPsn0/T1I0xoFD_hI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/C9JhhH1Nj08/s72-c/bffs%2Bforever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2232225141729684857</id><published>2012-02-29T16:42:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T19:29:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They light up my world like nobody else ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello lovelies, salam alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy these days chasing deadlines, preparing slides, writing speeches, conducting talks, having meetings, attending classes, shopping and of course, lepak cum catch up sessions with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Tempat jatuh lagi dikenang, inikan pula tempat bermain ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7RjcHpD9c/T04LodpIvQI/AAAAAAAAG-4/G2DfwTUlyog/s1600/405843_10150593160919961_538234960_9188947_915627986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7RjcHpD9c/T04LodpIvQI/AAAAAAAAG-4/G2DfwTUlyog/s320/405843_10150593160919961_538234960_9188947_915627986_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714517766959578370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-douV3GX2iys/T04Lno1oUuI/AAAAAAAAG-w/dGup4THkM64/s1600/419543_10150593155084961_538234960_9188923_599450449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-douV3GX2iys/T04Lno1oUuI/AAAAAAAAG-w/dGup4THkM64/s320/419543_10150593155084961_538234960_9188923_599450449_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714517752784900834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrLJiMp5Pgg/T04LncRn4nI/AAAAAAAAG-g/jI-QdHM3wW4/s1600/404837_10150593156539961_538234960_9188929_392753001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rrLJiMp5Pgg/T04LncRn4nI/AAAAAAAAG-g/jI-QdHM3wW4/s320/404837_10150593156539961_538234960_9188929_392753001_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714517749412651634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;2. Conducted Bengkel Pengacaraan at Tanjong Katong Primary School for the primary six malay students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKA8eVyrIak/T04K2AjJHJI/AAAAAAAAG98/fo-YoNy50FA/s1600/P1000877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKA8eVyrIak/T04K2AjJHJI/AAAAAAAAG98/fo-YoNy50FA/s320/P1000877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714516900156349586" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNls9JdqtGk/T04K2t3AEzI/AAAAAAAAG-Q/oSQa-NFLUCM/s320/P1000884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714516912319238962" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qJ7da7EAj8/T04K2VPPseI/AAAAAAAAG-E/jY2OmMDy52Y/s320/P1000898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714516905710039522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Conducted a talk at Raffles Institution for the J1s (or they call it year 5) on creative writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDZoMLKrt7Y/T04J3OwAn_I/AAAAAAAAG9s/MefAhvMZyMI/s1600/P1000740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDZoMLKrt7Y/T04J3OwAn_I/AAAAAAAAG9s/MefAhvMZyMI/s320/P1000740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714515821636657138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JI9yBIcVNo/T04J2_Px_SI/AAAAAAAAG9k/rfW0sWtuJHQ/s1600/P1000744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JI9yBIcVNo/T04J2_Px_SI/AAAAAAAAG9k/rfW0sWtuJHQ/s320/P1000744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714515817474948386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Catch up session at Mad Jack, the place I used to work at as waitress.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyAbBeGONOU/T04I_gdSLpI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/wnvUPMGRjIw/s1600/P1000766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyAbBeGONOU/T04I_gdSLpI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/wnvUPMGRjIw/s320/P1000766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714514864317279890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BM1PZcXreo0/T04I_JuqvhI/AAAAAAAAG9M/shHpgJmJcE0/s1600/P1000763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BM1PZcXreo0/T04I_JuqvhI/AAAAAAAAG9M/shHpgJmJcE0/s320/P1000763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714514858216177170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LEOEcRgFzU/T04I-pLA-9I/AAAAAAAAG9A/qNL6S_9gNL4/s1600/P1000772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LEOEcRgFzU/T04I-pLA-9I/AAAAAAAAG9A/qNL6S_9gNL4/s320/P1000772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714514849476705234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Pre-results lepak session with Geng KKS! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7w3YHKWmYk/T04H9xEDXrI/AAAAAAAAG80/BwVsfyiPDW0/s1600/P1000853.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7w3YHKWmYk/T04H9xEDXrI/AAAAAAAAG80/BwVsfyiPDW0/s320/P1000853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714513734903488178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMmXcVIRf74/T04H9r3ccvI/AAAAAAAAG8k/Z9Ldn61a8cU/s1600/425441_10150617299261839_800596838_8761830_2050822338_n.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWQkWz6KvXE/T04H9QfCVZI/AAAAAAAAG8c/LaApG7STTuM/s320/417185_10150617298706839_800596838_8761822_198712017_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714513726158296466" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMmXcVIRf74/T04H9r3ccvI/AAAAAAAAG8k/Z9Ldn61a8cU/s320/425441_10150617299261839_800596838_8761830_2050822338_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714513733508428530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. New geeky specs for me, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHFmWHAGsAY/T04HF-XEZnI/AAAAAAAAG8Q/5hWIwKxWv7I/s1600/IMG_0217%255B1%255D.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHFmWHAGsAY/T04HF-XEZnI/AAAAAAAAG8Q/5hWIwKxWv7I/s320/IMG_0217%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714512776400234098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Seoul Garden with BFFs tomorrow! ♥&lt;br /&gt;8. Results on Friday&lt;br /&gt;9. Dinner with family (if my result's good, that is), abang's treat!&lt;br /&gt;10. Maulid on Sunday at Woodlands Stadium&lt;br /&gt;11. BACK TO WORK ON MONDAY YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling too happy these days and I know it's not good, especially since I'm getting back my results slip this Friday. But I should just live the moment and enjoy myself, don't you think? Worrying too much won't do any good either. I'll save my tears for Friday. As for now, I shall enjoy the bliss of ignorance, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I'll leave it all to Him. For He is the best planner among all ♥&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/8255787500026300236-2232225141729684857?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2232225141729684857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/they-light-up-my-world-like-nobody-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2232225141729684857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2232225141729684857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/they-light-up-my-world-like-nobody-else.html' title='They light up my world like nobody else ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-md7RjcHpD9c/T04LodpIvQI/AAAAAAAAG-4/G2DfwTUlyog/s72-c/405843_10150593160919961_538234960_9188947_915627986_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4895544065497323509</id><published>2012-02-26T03:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T05:33:18.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aYwS1cL4lY/T0lOETzaz7I/AAAAAAAAG4s/gE2T22t589M/s1600/418107_10150610587389961_538234960_9249151_1314496189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aYwS1cL4lY/T0lOETzaz7I/AAAAAAAAG4s/gE2T22t589M/s320/418107_10150610587389961_538234960_9249151_1314496189_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713183438238568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's how I spent my Saturday evening:-&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Fish and Co The Glass House, Dhoby Gaut. Accompanied by a live band, singing our all time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing-a-long&lt;/span&gt; favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Soul Sister by Trainwreck &lt;/span&gt;right before we left the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed Maghrib prayers at Bencoleen Mosque before we proceed to Plaza Singapura. Couldn't find a spot to chill out so we trained to Orchard and chat the night away at The Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice blended caramel coffee drink I had made me high, that's probably why I'm still up though it's four in the morning right now. My Saturday evening was a blast, hamdan lillah! I really had a good time with them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Insert background lagu Baby-you-light-up-my-world-like-nobody-else!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Vuvuzela tu apa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Vuvuzela tu yang birthday party yang benda blow-blow tu eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau tau buat tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Buat apa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Buat...buat..."&lt;br /&gt;"Buat bodoh? Aku baru je buat tadi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bang...Assalamualaikum. Kalau tak jawab, dosa." - Han's tactic when we tried to get The Coffee Bean's waiter to help snap a photo for us. TROLOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thank you Zul and Humy for entertaining us with your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pelik-bin-ajaib&lt;/span&gt;) stories, thank you Han &amp;amp; Waly for cracking endless nonsensical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sometimes lame though)&lt;/span&gt; jokes &amp;amp; thank you Fiddy for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(super beautiful)&lt;/span&gt; polaroid shots ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Hyrah couldn't make it, she's busy preparing for her backpacking trip to Seoul in a few weeks time. Otherwise the group would've been complete. Nonetheless we're sooo excited for her! Please don't forget to buy us our souvenirs eh! :P Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time's up. Now back to serious business. I've truckloads of deadlines to meet, research to do and meetings to plan. Life's getting busier these days, but I'm loving it actually ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lail saeed everyone. Enjoy your Sunday! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4895544065497323509?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4895544065497323509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-than-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4895544065497323509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4895544065497323509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-than-words.html' title='More than words ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aYwS1cL4lY/T0lOETzaz7I/AAAAAAAAG4s/gE2T22t589M/s72-c/418107_10150610587389961_538234960_9249151_1314496189_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8879180901954721831</id><published>2012-02-23T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T16:58:49.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm determined to, that's why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rW06_pLNpk/T0X97ki3oEI/AAAAAAAAG4I/nZT3yxawDWI/s1600/tumblr_lp5ag7nzH31qazstso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rW06_pLNpk/T0X97ki3oEI/AAAAAAAAG4I/nZT3yxawDWI/s320/tumblr_lp5ag7nzH31qazstso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712250902253379650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down with slight cough, runny nose and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights and panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach the finishing line, I know;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means I have to crawl to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I've made up my mind where to go next.&lt;br /&gt;I just need Him to approve my plans.&lt;br /&gt;Allahu musta'an. Semoga dipermudahkan segala urusan.&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/8255787500026300236-8879180901954721831?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8879180901954721831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/because-im-determined-to-thats-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8879180901954721831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8879180901954721831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/because-im-determined-to-thats-why.html' title='Because I&apos;m determined to, that&apos;s why.'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rW06_pLNpk/T0X97ki3oEI/AAAAAAAAG4I/nZT3yxawDWI/s72-c/tumblr_lp5ag7nzH31qazstso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2445758277882029276</id><published>2012-02-21T13:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T14:19:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the pictures do the talking!</title><content type='html'>As promised:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_qb748DheI/T0MyFzPThlI/AAAAAAAAG3k/OxeNVxrfiMM/s1600/DSCN3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_qb748DheI/T0MyFzPThlI/AAAAAAAAG3k/OxeNVxrfiMM/s320/DSCN3031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711463827671058002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;Bowling outing at Safra with Bambinas&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kental&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhCn-pRhh7A/T0MyGHHqXXI/AAAAAAAAG30/Ma8qsOIWNTM/s1600/DSCN5273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhCn-pRhh7A/T0MyGHHqXXI/AAAAAAAAG30/Ma8qsOIWNTM/s320/DSCN5273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711463833007709554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;Proud moment at Bishan Stadium, Inter Madrasah Games&lt;br /&gt;Representing Maarif's Captain Ball Junior Category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CiQ3UUosx28/T0Mpqrh6ByI/AAAAAAAAG2Q/hi2BYaHBhZQ/s1600/4p09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CiQ3UUosx28/T0Mpqrh6ByI/AAAAAAAAG2Q/hi2BYaHBhZQ/s320/4p09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711454565652104994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;Thirty eight girls, one love, one heart beat ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjdGhQqQlkc/T0Ms8_sRrrI/AAAAAAAAG3Y/30kqb7hr3Z8/s1600/6772_108358779931_551494931_1973701_6725633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjdGhQqQlkc/T0Ms8_sRrrI/AAAAAAAAG3Y/30kqb7hr3Z8/s320/6772_108358779931_551494931_1973701_6725633_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711458178836836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;Last day in Al-Maarif&lt;br /&gt;Meet Qeeyo and Ha: Bestfriends since forever ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ER92GOvsEUs/T0Mq-ARV8rI/AAAAAAAAG3M/NcvHn548n1k/s1600/181480_495076317956_654762956_6235224_7571044_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ER92GOvsEUs/T0Mq-ARV8rI/AAAAAAAAG3M/NcvHn548n1k/s320/181480_495076317956_654762956_6235224_7571044_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711455997148918450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;With GKKS: Cause life would suck in IJ without you ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlTt8MAAoPw/T0Mq8f5BcdI/AAAAAAAAG20/FVcNjYfwMOI/s1600/184864_10150108443099835_625009834_6296065_1303390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlTt8MAAoPw/T0Mq8f5BcdI/AAAAAAAAG20/FVcNjYfwMOI/s320/184864_10150108443099835_625009834_6296065_1303390_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711455971277107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;Forever helping 1993 gang:&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Nadya, Echa, Qeeyo, Nina &amp;amp; Ficky.&lt;br /&gt;Come hell or high water,&lt;br /&gt;we're sticking together till the end ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YKdNxuk_Tk/T0Mq9SRIMJI/AAAAAAAAG3A/Efk9CCgdMqE/s1600/292434_2148304099703_1009327474_32039203_4929556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YKdNxuk_Tk/T0Mq9SRIMJI/AAAAAAAAG3A/Efk9CCgdMqE/s320/292434_2148304099703_1009327474_32039203_4929556_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711455984799985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;Bambinas iftar session at Wawa's crib&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen years of friendship and still counting :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDQapGZjB5M/T0Mq8fHJ3CI/AAAAAAAAG2k/fagb4VUsORA/s1600/BFF%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BDQapGZjB5M/T0Mq8fHJ3CI/AAAAAAAAG2k/fagb4VUsORA/s320/BFF%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711455971067943970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;Midnight bowling at Costa Sands&lt;br /&gt;Meet Nina, Mimi, Leyda &amp;amp; Nadya&lt;br /&gt;They're the apple to my pie ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85zt1FPz8lQ/T0Mq8GmGCiI/AAAAAAAAG2c/ighXyC0EsaI/s1600/390916_10150446147241842_565296841_8700980_1252494435_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85zt1FPz8lQ/T0Mq8GmGCiI/AAAAAAAAG2c/ighXyC0EsaI/s320/390916_10150446147241842_565296841_8700980_1252494435_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711455964486830626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;Prom night at Swissotel Merchant Court.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Waly, Hyrah, Fiddy, Humy &amp;amp; Zul.&lt;br /&gt;Kita Kawan Selamanya, kan? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf5pI5l_DNo/T0M2y46eVXI/AAAAAAAAG38/qiW4mHVtONE/s1600/Big%2BBahas%2BFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf5pI5l_DNo/T0M2y46eVXI/AAAAAAAAG38/qiW4mHVtONE/s320/Big%2BBahas%2BFamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711469000334923122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2012&lt;br /&gt;Big bahas family at Kak Falah's wedding&lt;br /&gt;They are the fireworks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause forever &amp;amp; always we're part of Bahas 4PM&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/8255787500026300236-2445758277882029276?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2445758277882029276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/let-pictures-do-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2445758277882029276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2445758277882029276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/let-pictures-do-talking.html' title='Let the pictures do the talking!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_qb748DheI/T0MyFzPThlI/AAAAAAAAG3k/OxeNVxrfiMM/s72-c/DSCN3031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1595582192067535429</id><published>2012-02-18T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T19:57:47.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down the memory lane ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-533BO4NS8_E/Tz-RGYIhcuI/AAAAAAAAG2E/VIo2g-vGp0Q/s1600/tumblr_lpz0jqJen41qbrr2to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-533BO4NS8_E/Tz-RGYIhcuI/AAAAAAAAG2E/VIo2g-vGp0Q/s320/tumblr_lpz0jqJen41qbrr2to1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710442391272518370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at the tagged photos, the memories come back again.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to reminisce the old days.&lt;br /&gt;Next entry will be flooded with truckloads of photos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from my kental days),&lt;/span&gt; I can assure you that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1595582192067535429?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1595582192067535429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/walk-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1595582192067535429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1595582192067535429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down the memory lane ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-533BO4NS8_E/Tz-RGYIhcuI/AAAAAAAAG2E/VIo2g-vGp0Q/s72-c/tumblr_lpz0jqJen41qbrr2to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2168765114448022721</id><published>2012-02-16T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T22:04:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything we do, we do it for you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZo_wB9Dx-c/Tz0HVfZYWLI/AAAAAAAAG14/iufpqNB85-c/s1600/Abang%2B%2526%2BAdik%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZo_wB9Dx-c/Tz0HVfZYWLI/AAAAAAAAG14/iufpqNB85-c/s320/Abang%2B%2526%2BAdik%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709727968362256562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abang (Police Life's editor's note),&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; myself (Berita Minggu Variasi section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am strong when I am on your shoulders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You raise me up to more than I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the feeling when you see your mum smiling, and you know you're the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for every single thing. We're blessed to have you by our side, through our ups and our downs. We love you beyond words, ibu. Abadan abada ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2168765114448022721?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2168765114448022721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/everything-we-do-we-do-it-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2168765114448022721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2168765114448022721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/everything-we-do-we-do-it-for-you.html' title='Everything we do, we do it for you ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZo_wB9Dx-c/Tz0HVfZYWLI/AAAAAAAAG14/iufpqNB85-c/s72-c/Abang%2B%2526%2BAdik%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6495517332140618094</id><published>2012-02-15T11:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:41:07.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't change, I grew up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzlq1zdZiTU/TztbR4iZaGI/AAAAAAAAG1s/1HogbFsia2s/s1600/teel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzlq1zdZiTU/TztbR4iZaGI/AAAAAAAAG1s/1HogbFsia2s/s320/teel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709257315414796386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why out of a sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; berubah? Dah bertaubat nasuha ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do I need a reason to change?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Berubah sekejap je, nanti esok lusa ikut perangai lama balik. I know you too well, la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can never be certain about tomorrow, but I've decided to be good - at least for today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment ayah passed away I made a vow. I told myself, I will be a good muslimah. I want to be solehah. Because I know that's the only way I can help him. Because I know doa anak yang soleh akan diterimaNya. But I've been failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried too many  times before to be a better muslimah, but I always end up being the same  old me again. Forgetting the purpose of life is to worship Him and  forgetting the purpose of my existence is to achieve His blessings in  every single thing I do. I can't deny sometimes I get too attached to  this world, I do things He doesn't approve and at that point of time, I didn't think of the  consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of the time, my 'alim moments' can only last for two three days after I listened to some sort of syarahan or after I read some articles. And then I'll start hoo-haa-ing again the following week as though those reminders didn't have any impact on me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being like that. One moment I'm okay the other moment I just stooped so low. I know sometimes my efforts are futile. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to be solehah. I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; to be solehah. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperately need&lt;/span&gt; to be solehah. But it's hard. It's really hard when you keep giving in to your nafs. It's really hard when you keep being too lenient to yourself. It's hard when you keep letting the syaitan win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know someday it's going to be worth it. And bearing that in mind, I'm gonna tell myself to keep going. I'm gonna keep trying. And I'm gonna keep working to improve myself up till my very last breath. I really hope He will guide my steps. Cause there's no one else I can turn to besides Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iluvislam.com/karya/cerpen/4210-dan-perempuan-baik-yang-bercinta-pada-hari-valentine.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Perempuan baik itu adalah suatu proses. Jangan sesekali mencuba menjadi perempuan baik hanya dalam masa sehari, tetapi berusahalah menjadi perempuan baik sampai kamu mati. Kerana, pasti orang seperti kita ada melakukan dosa, tetapi bangkitlah kembali dengan taubat. Itulah perempuan baik, iaitu perempuan yang sentiasa berusaha menjadi hamba kepada Allah yang taat. Dan taat kepada Allah, kamu tahu ia bukan sekadar satu dua perkara, tetapi ribuan perkara, meliputi hal ayah ibu, suami, anak, jiran, ibadah, menjaga maruah, menjaga mulut, taubat, dan banyak lagi. Itulah perempuan baik, perempuan yang sentiasa berusaha ke arah perkara yang baik-baik."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless us all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6495517332140618094?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6495517332140618094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-didnt-change-i-grew-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6495517332140618094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6495517332140618094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-didnt-change-i-grew-up.html' title='I didn&apos;t change, I grew up.'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzlq1zdZiTU/TztbR4iZaGI/AAAAAAAAG1s/1HogbFsia2s/s72-c/teel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5643686696179481676</id><published>2012-02-13T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:05:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innova: Ad astra, we'll touch the stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE8UFwJUUZ4/TzpLkW_W4WI/AAAAAAAAG1g/dhghD5HsQGE/s1600/tumblr_lg738jjqxb1qajjdco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE8UFwJUUZ4/TzpLkW_W4WI/AAAAAAAAG1g/dhghD5HsQGE/s320/tumblr_lg738jjqxb1qajjdco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708958565664219490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya nak turun IJ Jumaat ni dengan kawan-kawan yang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okey. Kejap saya check schedule. &lt;/span&gt;*Pauses for a moment*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Saya boleh bagi slot J1 saya untuk awak. Pukul 9 pagi. Boleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? Cikgu, saya datang IJ pasal nak makan kat iCafe lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh? Bukan nak promote buku awak ke? &lt;/span&gt;*Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cikgu perli saya ke apa nik???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic conversation I had with Mr Fuad this morning. He had been calling me every now and then to check my condition, yeah he knew I was hospitalized cause it was all over Facebook. So I told him about my plans this Friday. I've been wanting to come back to IJ since like eons ago but apparently I've no time to. Since I'm on leave right now, I might as well utilize it fully. Tapi itulah. Dia boleh perli pulak, cheh! Kuassam sungguh. Tsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after Mr Fuad's call, Mdm Tetty texted. Asking if I could come down and conduct a debate workshop cum sharing session with the J1 MLEP 2012/2013 IJ batch in April. I was ecstatic, of course. Sadly my partner in crime won't be around during that point of time as he would have already reported for NS by then. Nevermind, I shall ask my other bahas bros for help. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(That can wait though, I have other tasks to complete first teehehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, it was Mr Daniel Yip's turn to text and ask if I'm recuperating well. I literally jaw drop when I saw his text cause that was super random. I swear I didn't expect a text from him. When did I last talk to him seriously? Before I sat for GP paper? Zaman bila tu? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really nice of him to ask about my condition. Thanks to Shabirah for being my spokesperson, since she's doing her teaching internship in IJ now. So if the tutors need any information on the 10xx series batch, they could've easily ask Shabirah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him I'm visiting IJ with Fiddy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and Zul and Waly - I doubt he knows them though)&lt;/span&gt; this Friday and he asked if we could all meet at iCafe and catch up :D Yay-ness! So, 950am with Mr Fuad and 1030am with Mr Yip. What, did I just book consultation slots with them? Hahahahaha. Good old, good old days eh? Back to back consultations dari pagi sampai ke petang sampai ke malam kekeke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba rasa rindu sangat nak balik IJ. Hopefully the plan goes well. Insya Allah! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: And we've what we learnt we'll tell the world we're reaching for the skies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5643686696179481676?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5643686696179481676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/innova-ad-astra-well-touch-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5643686696179481676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5643686696179481676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/innova-ad-astra-well-touch-stars.html' title='Innova: Ad astra, we&apos;ll touch the stars!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uE8UFwJUUZ4/TzpLkW_W4WI/AAAAAAAAG1g/dhghD5HsQGE/s72-c/tumblr_lg738jjqxb1qajjdco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8186875887145886908</id><published>2012-02-13T07:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T13:53:13.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about choice, we've got the upper hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKqE8PQcMeY/TzhI_eBfvgI/AAAAAAAAG1U/ytyA-Ydc7Ew/s1600/tumblr_lwq8vrPgOV1qczqexo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKqE8PQcMeY/TzhI_eBfvgI/AAAAAAAAG1U/ytyA-Ydc7Ew/s320/tumblr_lwq8vrPgOV1qczqexo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708392782920400386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I report back to work on the 5th of March, I'm looking forward to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Diari Bahas &amp;amp; Publicity Team Meeting&lt;br /&gt;2. Lunch with MadJackers&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit IJC&lt;br /&gt;4. Sharing session at Raffles Institution&lt;br /&gt;5. Halaqah Tahsin&lt;br /&gt;6. Drop by netball girls' training&lt;br /&gt;7. Family gathering ♥&lt;br /&gt;8. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;9. Date with BFFs ♥&lt;br /&gt;10. Maulid at Woodlands Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I need to add on a few more things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as and when I remember)&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Prata meet up with babes  ♥&lt;br /&gt;12. Gossip girls session with Kak Ika Madera  ♥&lt;br /&gt;13. Celebrate February babies birthday: Qees, Im, Echa &amp;amp; Ficky!  ♥&lt;br /&gt;14. Chawanmushi date with THE girls  ♥&lt;br /&gt;15. KKS official outing ♥&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really will squeeze my time for all those catch up sessions &amp;amp; whatever events I can attend before I start working. Life's gonna be hectic from 5th of March onwards. All the way till May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be caught up with work, applications &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if I pull through, ameen Insya Allah)&lt;/span&gt;, appeals, maybe non stop hits editing and what nots. I will hardly have time for anything else. Gonna fully utilize the time I have now to do what I've got to do. I just hope I'm well enough to do it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold rainy Monday morning. But I'm loving it. Barakallahu feekum. Have a blessed week ahead, lovelies! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: But it's harder to hold on to your hands than the hands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8186875887145886908?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8186875887145886908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-all-about-choice-weve-got-upper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8186875887145886908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8186875887145886908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-all-about-choice-weve-got-upper.html' title='It&apos;s all about choice, we&apos;ve got the upper hand.'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKqE8PQcMeY/TzhI_eBfvgI/AAAAAAAAG1U/ytyA-Ydc7Ew/s72-c/tumblr_lwq8vrPgOV1qczqexo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-612356325249820294</id><published>2012-02-10T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:41:55.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we fighting a losing battle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6ZWWYgL_b0/TzVGHUR-HbI/AAAAAAAAG1I/bzi2PFZ6p6U/s1600/tumblr_lmxz8ggiQV1qdrmzpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6ZWWYgL_b0/TzVGHUR-HbI/AAAAAAAAG1I/bzi2PFZ6p6U/s320/tumblr_lmxz8ggiQV1qdrmzpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707545194279083442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday's a constant battle, we against our own nafs.&lt;br /&gt;If only we're capable of managing our own desire, wants and needs. Then it won't be much of a stuggle, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The amount of khusyu’ you get during solat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shows how much attachment you have to this world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ustaz Shaikh Ismaeil Alkhatib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahu musta'an ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-612356325249820294?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/612356325249820294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/are-we-fighting-losing-battle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/612356325249820294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/612356325249820294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/are-we-fighting-losing-battle.html' title='Are we fighting a losing battle?'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6ZWWYgL_b0/TzVGHUR-HbI/AAAAAAAAG1I/bzi2PFZ6p6U/s72-c/tumblr_lmxz8ggiQV1qdrmzpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4136315076731988452</id><published>2012-02-09T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:25:32.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rUITBT1a1c/TzPinvkNXuI/AAAAAAAAG08/EK363nBOB9Y/s1600/tumblr_lx3y051BTk1r9obl9o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rUITBT1a1c/TzPinvkNXuI/AAAAAAAAG08/EK363nBOB9Y/s320/tumblr_lx3y051BTk1r9obl9o1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707154325219663586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I’m drawn to you&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the other one so we’d equal two?&lt;br /&gt;And this is all based on a lucky chance&lt;br /&gt;That you would rather add then subtract ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time someone asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nir, kenapa lovey dovey je these days?"&lt;br /&gt;"Orang masuk meminang eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer will simply be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Orang tengah mode manuscript lah!! Manuscript!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Ma'assalamah! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4136315076731988452?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4136315076731988452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-in-love-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4136315076731988452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4136315076731988452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-in-love-with.html' title='I&apos;m in love with...'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rUITBT1a1c/TzPinvkNXuI/AAAAAAAAG08/EK363nBOB9Y/s72-c/tumblr_lx3y051BTk1r9obl9o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6833605449123230639</id><published>2012-02-08T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:43:56.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97lcEduBaYI/TzKV5d_eKCI/AAAAAAAAG0w/L9YOJm7K-QY/s1600/BEAUTIFUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97lcEduBaYI/TzKV5d_eKCI/AAAAAAAAG0w/L9YOJm7K-QY/s320/BEAUTIFUL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706788492367767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Baby you light up my world like nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps: Fairytales sneak peek part two &lt;a href="http://cintafinespun.blogspot.com/2012/02/fairytale-and-happy-endings-2.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&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/8255787500026300236-6833605449123230639?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6833605449123230639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-makes-you-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6833605449123230639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6833605449123230639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-makes-you-beautiful.html' title='What makes you beautiful'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97lcEduBaYI/TzKV5d_eKCI/AAAAAAAAG0w/L9YOJm7K-QY/s72-c/BEAUTIFUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7589158031774929553</id><published>2012-02-07T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T01:15:52.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing good old, good old days ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEQOfc3kqCs/TzAJT0Uo56I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/KJ-_r3iRg-g/s1600/Convo%2Bwith%2BUmmu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEQOfc3kqCs/TzAJT0Uo56I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/KJ-_r3iRg-g/s320/Convo%2Bwith%2BUmmu.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706070963945793442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't know what's up with me, I laugh too much recently."&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/8255787500026300236-7589158031774929553?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7589158031774929553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/barney-is-dinosaur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7589158031774929553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7589158031774929553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/barney-is-dinosaur.html' title='Reminiscing good old, good old days ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEQOfc3kqCs/TzAJT0Uo56I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/KJ-_r3iRg-g/s72-c/Convo%2Bwith%2BUmmu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1128620160678875668</id><published>2012-02-05T20:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:42:46.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana dia kekasih Allah ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvllFT-tyRk/Ty9mcrcb0VI/AAAAAAAAGyE/9OMVtDCzIGQ/s1600/rasulullah%2BPBUH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvllFT-tyRk/Ty9mcrcb0VI/AAAAAAAAGyE/9OMVtDCzIGQ/s320/rasulullah%2BPBUH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705891895786066258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's maulid nabi day. And it's heartbreaking cause I can't attend a single majlis, given my condition right now. I'm quarantined for two weeks and I'm only allowed to go out jalan-jalan after 16th February. I even have to miss Maarif maulid tomorrow, an event I've never ever missed to attend ever since I was seven. Even after I graduated from Maarif, I will curik time just to attend this event :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point of time, I really miss reciting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Maula ya solli wa  sallim daaiman abada, a'la habibika khairi khalqi kullihimi&lt;/span&gt;' maarif  version. I've tried youtube-ing but I can't find any that resembles  Maarif's tune. Don't ask me why but Sami Yusuf's version is a little bit  depressing, haha. While Maarif's version is different. It's very happy  and catchy yet at the same time very calming and soothing to me.  Probably because I'm used to it for years by now kot, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss reciting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hasbi rabbi jalallah, ma fi qalbi ghairullah. Nur  Muhammad, sollallah, laa ilaha illallah&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Thola 'al badru a'laina'&lt;/span&gt;  ramai-ramai out loud, led by Zah Nasuha and Zah Samnah.  Subhanallah. Just typing this makes me want to cry already :( Seems like I've to wait one more year just to do this, eh? Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. When it comes to remembering Rasulullah PBUH, I love this song the best. Hijjaz's Rasulullah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(besides Hijjaz's Dia Kekasih Allah, I've post the lyrics here before haha can check my archives)&lt;/span&gt; cause it's just so apt. Try reading the lyrics (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak terjangkau tinggi pekertimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidak tergambar indahnya akhlakmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidak terbalas segala jasamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sesungguhnya engkau rasul mulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tabahnya hatimu menempuh dugaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mengajar erti kesabaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Menjulang panji kemenangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terukir namamu di dalam Al-Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it a point not to remember Rasulullah PBUH only during Maulid, shall we? After all, there's a lot of hikmahs when we selawat for him. I stumbled upon this article while googling for the hikmahs, &lt;a href="http://berita-harian-online.com/kelebihan-selawat/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for more information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably explains why when I was in my primary and secondary school days, zah Nasuha always always always reminded us to recite '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allahumma solli a'la Muhammad, ya rabbi solli a'laihi wasallim'&lt;/span&gt; after we performed our Zohor &amp;amp; Asar jemaah prayers, on our way from the school hall back to our respective classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand why back then. I thought she forced us to selawat just to shut us up, to ensure that we tak bebual and tak buat bising on the way back to class. Sekarang dah besar (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sikit&lt;/span&gt;) barulah faham, apa yang ustazah suruh buat tu sebenarnya ada kelebihannya. Bukan saja-saja, eh? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm done for now. Have a blessed week ahead, insya Allah! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1128620160678875668?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1128620160678875668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/kerana-dia-kekasih-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1128620160678875668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1128620160678875668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/kerana-dia-kekasih-allah.html' title='Kerana dia kekasih Allah ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvllFT-tyRk/Ty9mcrcb0VI/AAAAAAAAGyE/9OMVtDCzIGQ/s72-c/rasulullah%2BPBUH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1387173570317785713</id><published>2012-02-04T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:57:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita Kawan Selamanya, kan? ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmdxk7daOuA/Ty1NcgDwxtI/AAAAAAAAGxs/eypYsVeOBgY/s1600/KKS%2Bepic%2Bconvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmdxk7daOuA/Ty1NcgDwxtI/AAAAAAAAGxs/eypYsVeOBgY/s320/KKS%2Bepic%2Bconvo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705301454985676498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ_uddoRWjM/Ty1NcktjM_I/AAAAAAAAGx0/iowiaiKmZ5c/s1600/KKS%2Bscreenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ_uddoRWjM/Ty1NcktjM_I/AAAAAAAAGx0/iowiaiKmZ5c/s320/KKS%2Bscreenshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705301456234689522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet KKS, my crappiest nonsensical awesome gerek friends ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screenshots taken from Humy's Samsung Tablet and my iPhone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our JC days, there's always Fiddy, Humy, Hyrah, Waly, Zul, Farhan and Nir. We're from different classes, different subject combinations, different streams and of course, we're all from different backgrounds and we've got different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bahas 4PM somehow brought us together. It started with Zul, Waly, myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and one more guy, Arif) &lt;/span&gt;being selected to represent our institution for a national debate competition. We had to stay back after class for discussions, come back during holidays for practice sessions and yeah, somehow we dragged our other friends to come and join us. I was close to Humy and Fiddy who're close to Farhan who happens to be Hyrah's classmate who's close to Waly who's close to Zul. Hahaha long story eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how we got close. We all end up chilling together after those practice sessions, going to Civics Centre for late dinner and just talking during our long 168 bus rides from Woodlands all the way to Bedok and Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even after the bahas competition ended, the seven of us still remained close. Despite being in different civics group, everytime we bumped into each other in campus we'll catch up and tegur. We had our birthday bash cum tepung sessions, raya and iftar sessions and yeah, just lepak and makan outings. Those were the good old days, eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we never had a KKS outing ever since we graduated. Everyone's caught up doing their own things. And our schedule clash. It's really hard to fix a meet up. But then, honestly speaking being admitted to KKH was actually a blessing in disguise. Every single one of them turned up and it felt so nice to have you people around, macam reunion pulak ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't dismiss the fact that something's wrong somewhere. Shit happens and I know you've got to flush it down yourself sometimes. And it sucked to know that there's nothing we can do to help you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that we're always here for you, babe. If you change your mind and decide to retrace your steps and come back, we're always right here for you. Whatever happens, we still care.&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Nirr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1387173570317785713?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1387173570317785713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/kita-kawan-selamanya-kan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1387173570317785713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1387173570317785713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/kita-kawan-selamanya-kan.html' title='Kita Kawan Selamanya, kan? ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmdxk7daOuA/Ty1NcgDwxtI/AAAAAAAAGxs/eypYsVeOBgY/s72-c/KKS%2Bepic%2Bconvo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-243727870460684826</id><published>2012-02-03T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T23:52:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't be good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0YHOSrmveM/TyvxCWCffKI/AAAAAAAAGw8/vC8h7pCj_YQ/s1600/tumblr_ltcdcq016d1qb8ikqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0YHOSrmveM/TyvxCWCffKI/AAAAAAAAGw8/vC8h7pCj_YQ/s320/tumblr_ltcdcq016d1qb8ikqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704918375572929698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had this conversation yesterday:-&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa awak tak guna nama awak sendiri? Kenapa guna Nirrosette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sebab...saya malu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kenapa awak nak malu pulak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebab...sebab...saya tak tahu lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I was at a lost for words when he asked me that. Honestly I don't want anyone to know I am Nirrosette. Nirrosette is like my alter ego. I just thought that its  gonna be a major turn off if they know who I am and then they wont read my books anymore. Don't even ask me why I'm thinking like this. I have this thought lingering at the back of my head that people just don't seem to like me, you see. You can put the blame on insecurities. Hahaha I've always put the blame on insecurities in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can't hide. I mean seriously I'm not good at hiding hahaha. I'm not Hlovate. And I don't intend to be her. I have no intention to hide my identity forever. I'm not a big shot. But I'm gonna make my appearance sooner or later and readers will find out who the real me is. Kan? And what's next? Am I doomed for life? Hahahaha Nir you're super paranoid, do you even know that? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a friend all about my fears and then we had this conversation:-&lt;br /&gt;Her: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sure the doctor operated the right organ? I'm sure they should have operated your head and inspect your brain instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apekah???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nir! I don't understand. Why are you being so paranoid?! It's not like you buat salah ke apa okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Memang la tak buat salah tapi...tapi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa Nir tapi apa?! If she's right in front of me at that moment, she might have attempted to strangle me or something. Hahahaha. She's right. I'm just being paranoid. For nothing. It's just me I guess. My self esteem is like, all the way down the drain kut sometimes? Cheh. I've self issues to deal with. Tsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Sunday...hais. I really don't know what to expect. Just wait and see. Maybe it's nothing after all. You're just overreacting, Nir. Takut dengan bayang-bayang sendiri for no apparent reason apehal? You need a good smack, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...anyone wants to offer me penampar bersiri? I'm more than glad to welcome you with open arms hahahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-243727870460684826?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/243727870460684826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/cant-be-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/243727870460684826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/243727870460684826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/cant-be-good-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t be good enough'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0YHOSrmveM/TyvxCWCffKI/AAAAAAAAGw8/vC8h7pCj_YQ/s72-c/tumblr_ltcdcq016d1qb8ikqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3933169037299029559</id><published>2012-02-02T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:09:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWybRm8xIYw/TyqzgRSTp1I/AAAAAAAAGwk/vDzzOtK0tRU/s1600/tumblr_lc1yrde7Mj1qc2u00o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWybRm8xIYw/TyqzgRSTp1I/AAAAAAAAGwk/vDzzOtK0tRU/s320/tumblr_lc1yrde7Mj1qc2u00o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704569244995528530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And lies worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#nowplaying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3933169037299029559?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3933169037299029559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken-strings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3933169037299029559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3933169037299029559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken-strings.html' title='Broken Strings'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWybRm8xIYw/TyqzgRSTp1I/AAAAAAAAGwk/vDzzOtK0tRU/s72-c/tumblr_lc1yrde7Mj1qc2u00o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2721394780794497935</id><published>2012-02-01T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:44:42.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love story, baby just say yes ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mM0ZhjX74w/Tyla2T514TI/AAAAAAAAGwM/MOQbOOb-USE/s1600/Big%2BBahas%2BFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mM0ZhjX74w/Tyla2T514TI/AAAAAAAAGwM/MOQbOOb-USE/s320/Big%2BBahas%2BFamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704190292143759666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been wanting to upload this big bahas family picture since like forever. This was taken during kak Falah's wedding ceremony at Woodlands Community Centre on the 14th of January &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cum gathering for bahas participants 2010/2011, AJK and volunteers too&lt;/span&gt;!) It's obvious, they're so in love! So happy for her and abang Ian. Last long insya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barakallahu lakuma wa baraka 'alaikuma wa jamaa' bainakuma fil kheir ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2721394780794497935?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2721394780794497935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2721394780794497935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2721394780794497935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html' title='It&apos;s a love story, baby just say yes ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mM0ZhjX74w/Tyla2T514TI/AAAAAAAAGwM/MOQbOOb-USE/s72-c/Big%2BBahas%2BFamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2375819172542413594</id><published>2012-01-31T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:54:01.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that too much that I'm asking for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hnGJecEL_0/TygIDHDXlgI/AAAAAAAAGwA/nZJ23ttlgwE/s1600/tumblr_lnby1mjRp81qlb4hho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hnGJecEL_0/TygIDHDXlgI/AAAAAAAAGwA/nZJ23ttlgwE/s320/tumblr_lnby1mjRp81qlb4hho1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703817777590539778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During hard times like this, it's very easy to detect who's with you and who's not. It's really easy to know who loves you and who doesn't. Who cares for you and who just pretends to. Who's trying to stay and who's already leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that I'd like to thank those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be thanked. For your love, care, concern and everything that's in between; I appreciate them lots. Truly, I'm blessed to have companions like all of you. I don't think I have to list down the names cause I'm pretty sure you know who you are (: Barakallahu feekum! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: It's just your thought that counts. Is that too much that I'm asking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2375819172542413594?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2375819172542413594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-that-too-much-that-im-asking-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2375819172542413594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2375819172542413594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-that-too-much-that-im-asking-for.html' title='Is that too much that I&apos;m asking for?'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hnGJecEL_0/TygIDHDXlgI/AAAAAAAAGwA/nZJ23ttlgwE/s72-c/tumblr_lnby1mjRp81qlb4hho1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8742450807234111177</id><published>2012-01-30T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:58:29.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep calm and believe Him ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHv6WHR98B4/TyZVyirHQWI/AAAAAAAAGv0/v-i7pyqPBSM/s1600/tumblr_l5sv2hVzpM1qcivdeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHv6WHR98B4/TyZVyirHQWI/AAAAAAAAGv0/v-i7pyqPBSM/s320/tumblr_l5sv2hVzpM1qcivdeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703340304900768098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manusia hanya mampu merancang tetapi Allah yang menentukan. Nobody expected this to happen. Obviously I didn't. Tapi siapa kata life is a bed of roses? Life has its thorns too. Tak semuanya indah. Someday, bila kita dah selesa dengan apa yang kita ada, Dia akan duga kita lagi. Untuk uji kita. Untuk teguhkan lagi keimanan kita.Untuk lihat sejauh mana kita percayakan Dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga penyakit yang Allah timpakan ni menjadi kaffarah dosa. I will always look at the bright side of life, insya Allah. Have a blessed week ahead, lovelies! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8742450807234111177?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8742450807234111177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/keep-calm-and-believe-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8742450807234111177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8742450807234111177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/keep-calm-and-believe-him.html' title='Keep calm and believe Him ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHv6WHR98B4/TyZVyirHQWI/AAAAAAAAGv0/v-i7pyqPBSM/s72-c/tumblr_l5sv2hVzpM1qcivdeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2887183372002681952</id><published>2012-01-26T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:26:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well, believe Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxmeHMZbZkM/TyDjuPCGCGI/AAAAAAAAGvo/1_Eu8QXzZ5U/s1600/doa%2Bpermudah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxmeHMZbZkM/TyDjuPCGCGI/AAAAAAAAGvo/1_Eu8QXzZ5U/s320/doa%2Bpermudah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701807511699851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typing this using only one hand. Going off to the operation theater in six hours time. Doakan Nir cepat sembuh ya!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2887183372002681952?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2887183372002681952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-is-well-believe-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2887183372002681952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2887183372002681952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-is-well-believe-him.html' title='All is well, believe Him'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxmeHMZbZkM/TyDjuPCGCGI/AAAAAAAAGvo/1_Eu8QXzZ5U/s72-c/doa%2Bpermudah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1702165302433684444</id><published>2012-01-18T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:52:42.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because life's like this ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7FCOECg77U/TxbXaaXd4cI/AAAAAAAAGvc/GOA-rWGWlpA/s1600/tumblr_lslufm2DNl1qmt0edo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7FCOECg77U/TxbXaaXd4cI/AAAAAAAAGvc/GOA-rWGWlpA/s320/tumblr_lslufm2DNl1qmt0edo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698979227238261186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 7am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Induction 230pm-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Halaqah Tahsin 7pm-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 7am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Discipline comm meeting 230pm-530pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 7am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;MTL Department meeting 230pm-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;CNY concert rehearsal 4pm-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Working 7am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;CNY concert rehearsal 3pm-5pm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have to leave halfway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Isma &amp;amp; Ain for Saujana Magazine signing at 430pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working 7am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Netball coaching 3pm-6pm at Kallang Netball Court.&lt;br /&gt;Andalus 745pm-10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabic tutoring 10am-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;Reunion with 42A babes 130pm-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Chalet 5pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out chalet at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;CATCH UP ON MANUSCRIPT PLEASE, LIKE SERIOUSLY NIR. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hectic week. Sunday, please come fast. It's only Wednesday and yet I'm too drained already. No I'm not complaining lah. I know it's really tiring. But to be very honest, I love my job actually. My colleagues are friendly and really helpful (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walaupun kekadang kena buli sebab I'm budak baru. But their level of 'bully' pun jokey jokey la, bukan bully bangsa nak tunjuk who's-the-boss kind of bully&lt;/span&gt;) and the students are quite co-operative (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've to admit ada yang perangai but I'm trying to build up my patience level and tolerate them, insya Allah boleh&lt;/span&gt;) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost eleven. I'm done for now.Till then, have a blessed week ahead yup! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1702165302433684444?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1702165302433684444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/because-lifes-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1702165302433684444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1702165302433684444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/because-lifes-like-this.html' title='Because life&apos;s like this ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7FCOECg77U/TxbXaaXd4cI/AAAAAAAAGvc/GOA-rWGWlpA/s72-c/tumblr_lslufm2DNl1qmt0edo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1171551903038566660</id><published>2012-01-15T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:30:07.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations &amp; consequences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lEmc-10Hwg/TxI2RCv0SXI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/bvowbHPl0z0/s1600/tumblr_lol5sbQtib1qduhb4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lEmc-10Hwg/TxI2RCv0SXI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/bvowbHPl0z0/s320/tumblr_lol5sbQtib1qduhb4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697676145000204658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't look up to me cause once you do so you'll start to expect. You'll expect me to be up there and you'll expect me to be all that. You'll expect me to be this type of person having to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the right things and having to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well frankly speaking, I'm not that kind of person. Saya manusia biasa. Punya kekuatan dan kelemahan. Jangan hukum saya for  being normal.Terkadang, saya lakukan kesilapan juga. Saya bukan  malaikat. Tahap keimanan para malaikat akan terus menerus naik sedangkan  saya? I have to stuggle every single day to ensure my iman level is  going upwards, not downwards. But you don't see it that way, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I don't meet the expectations &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; set for me, it turns you off. Awak tak boleh terima bila saya lakukan kesilapan and what happens next? You'll start to judge me and question my level of piousness when truly, that's none of your business to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop. Stop expecting anything from me cause I really have nothing to offer. As the saying goes, "Expectation is the root of all heartache." Please don't expect anything from me cause at the end of the day, all you're asking for is heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live my life trying to please humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1171551903038566660?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1171551903038566660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/expectations-consequences.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1171551903038566660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1171551903038566660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/expectations-consequences.html' title='Expectations &amp; consequences.'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lEmc-10Hwg/TxI2RCv0SXI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/bvowbHPl0z0/s72-c/tumblr_lol5sbQtib1qduhb4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-402958014639807792</id><published>2012-01-12T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:22:11.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale: A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dclGHjG0tb0/Tw8AiKkyr1I/AAAAAAAAGvE/45FZvsZHYxk/s1600/298329_10150301735108160_634878159_8061993_440561371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dclGHjG0tb0/Tw8AiKkyr1I/AAAAAAAAGvE/45FZvsZHYxk/s320/298329_10150301735108160_634878159_8061993_440561371_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696772640601190226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eighteen Chefs&lt;br /&gt;2. Kak Falah's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Manuscript&lt;br /&gt;2. Bridgerton's series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Allah tomorrow is Friday. It's only the second week of work and I'm already drained. I'm still trying to adapt to the new lifestyle. Hopefully I'll manage, insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Sneak peak of the current manuscript I'm working on - &lt;a href="http://cintafinespun.blogspot.com/2012/01/fairytale-and-happy-endings.html"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-402958014639807792?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/402958014639807792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/fairytale-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/402958014639807792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/402958014639807792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/fairytale-new-beginning.html' title='Fairytale: A new beginning'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dclGHjG0tb0/Tw8AiKkyr1I/AAAAAAAAGvE/45FZvsZHYxk/s72-c/298329_10150301735108160_634878159_8061993_440561371_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5327181025876098732</id><published>2012-01-08T02:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:30:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Hello ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUXGwoi37Lw/TwiOCFTFdiI/AAAAAAAAGus/7vR0V_EMDkY/s1600/tumblr_lvzerq6Jle1qibmrmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUXGwoi37Lw/TwiOCFTFdiI/AAAAAAAAGus/7vR0V_EMDkY/s320/tumblr_lvzerq6Jle1qibmrmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694957895243101730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a short entry to say hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been very busy these days but hamdan lillah, I'm doing fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More updates when I have the time to blog, biiznillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take care for now. Barakallahu feekum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&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/8255787500026300236-5327181025876098732?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5327181025876098732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5327181025876098732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5327181025876098732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-hello.html' title='Hello, Hello ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUXGwoi37Lw/TwiOCFTFdiI/AAAAAAAAGus/7vR0V_EMDkY/s72-c/tumblr_lvzerq6Jle1qibmrmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4410025254501751238</id><published>2012-01-02T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:01:04.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start of something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LkcPIT0aoI/TwG2pUNbMII/AAAAAAAAGuU/Neuf7PlPkTM/s1600/tumblr_lwth2dpBXJ1qibmrmo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LkcPIT0aoI/TwG2pUNbMII/AAAAAAAAGuU/Neuf7PlPkTM/s320/tumblr_lwth2dpBXJ1qibmrmo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693032224888926338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 2012 I would like to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn more about Islam&lt;br /&gt;2. Publish more novel/novelette(s)&lt;br /&gt;3. Be independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed year ahead, readers! Kullu 'am wa antum bi kheir ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4410025254501751238?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4410025254501751238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-start-of-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4410025254501751238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4410025254501751238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-start-of-something-new.html' title='It&apos;s a start of something new'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--LkcPIT0aoI/TwG2pUNbMII/AAAAAAAAGuU/Neuf7PlPkTM/s72-c/tumblr_lwth2dpBXJ1qibmrmo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3519729844865578521</id><published>2011-12-31T14:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:24:33.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tuE_WxjRdo/TwJIEVI9HsI/AAAAAAAAGug/6BwOe8BZH6Q/s1600/tumblr_lpcoet6s9G1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tuE_WxjRdo/TwJIEVI9HsI/AAAAAAAAGug/6BwOe8BZH6Q/s320/tumblr_lpcoet6s9G1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693192118181109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beware: Long post.&lt;br /&gt;A long list of my A to Z in year 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As.&lt;/span&gt; Well of course, what's 2011 without the big As, eh? It was really a...gosh I can't even find a word to describe the journey! I had my ups and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mostly) &lt;/span&gt;downs. Truthfully halfway through, I even had the thought of giving up. It was bloody exhausting and satu-satu pun start buat perangai emo, moody, depressed, jatuh sakit yada yada yada. Well what to do, 42A kan all girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(except for one china and one indian man yang tersesat)&lt;/span&gt;. Apa lagi, semua pun mood swing like a boss lah. But seriously I'm thankful to have you girls by my side. Humy, Phyd, Shikin, Qai, Ain, Adi Ashburn &amp;amp; Shabibi. Thanks for everything , lovelies! Meet up soon yeap! Need to tuntut Mr Fuad our free food asap! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;. Since our secondary school days, there's always Echa, Nadia, Nina, Mimi, Leyda, Ficky, Ha, Qeeyo and myself. Up until now, our bond is still as strong as ever. Hamdan lillah. I still remember the day you all surprised me at the airport. I was mugging with Nadia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yang tiba-tiba dengan rela hati nak join aku mug padahal selama ni aku ajak dia, tak pernahnya nak ikut :P)&lt;/span&gt; when I heard voices singing Happy Birthday.  I was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Eh, ada orang punya birthday jugak ke?"&lt;/span&gt; But then secara tiba-tiba korang semua muncul depan mata :O Yes I was indeed really tired and I looked terribly sick. But you all made my day, with the muffins and big birthday balloon and lunch at F.I.S.H. Ahh. Uhibbukunna fillah. Abadan abada ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHALET &lt;/span&gt;with Bambinas. We do this annually ever since we were in Secondary Two. Except for one year but I can't remember exactly which year. Anyways. We almost almost almost didn't do it cause everyone's busy with projects and all that. But last minute we managed to book a chalet, all thanks to Ficks sebab tolong sponsorkan dulu. Was a little sad though cause as years go by, makin sikit orang datang. We graduated from Maarif as a batch of thirty eight girls and apparently less than twenty five turned up, boohoo. I understand they have other commitments and some were overseas for their course trip. And for that I thank those who came down and made the effort to tolak tepi segala benda just to attend this event. I had a blast! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEBATE&lt;/span&gt;. I'm most involved in debate this year, though actually I'm not a participant! Like seriously. Well during Perkampungan Bahas 2011, I'm involved as a volunteer, helping out with the logistics. Was asked to write an article for Diari Bahas and was invited as a speaker in a forum with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ex)&lt;/span&gt; Bahas 2010 teammate, Arif, 2 Malaysians and 2 other Bruneians.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Wah just typing about it I get so hyped already lol!)&lt;/span&gt; And then I volunteered as a facilitator for Bengkel Bahas in secondary schools and I mentored Evergreen Secondary School for Piala Bahas Berita Harian with Zul. So many things happened during these events, I admit. I made a lot of new friends. And I really mean a lot! Subhanallah. I have to admit that Bahas is definitely one of the highlights for year 2011 teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDUSAVE &lt;/span&gt;Merit Award. I'm really thankful cause I didn't see it coming. Honestly I think my grades were terrible. Maybe because I aimed for the stars but I got the clouds instead haha. But hamdan lillah, I was listed as  one of the top 25% in the cohort, both in year 1 and year 2. And for that, I thank You. Allahuakhbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FANGIRL&lt;/span&gt;. This year is probably the worst fangirling year ever, haha. My last paper was right before MAMA's show. So guess what? I spend the entire day screaming depan TV macam tak sayang anak tekak just because I feel like screaming sebab I'm over and done with finals tapi takkan nak jerit tak tentu pasal so I scream while watching MAMA and ibu went, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dah gila ke?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't expecting to cry cause macam eh, baru semalam aku kat orientation camp tup-tup eh dah graduate? But I teared badly when Shikin started to cry and hugged Ms Wong lepastu JF mula nangis lepastu Humy lepastu Adi Ashburn Shabibi Phyd and then semua pun mula berjangkit. True, I don't think I'm gonna miss the campus. But I swear I'm gonna miss my companions, big time. In fact, I already do :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POTTER &lt;/span&gt;and The Deathly Hallows. I grew up watching Harry Potter. And the final installment was out in July 2011. The end of Harry Potter marked the end of my childhood, eh I guess? Boohoo. Well, I had a good time with my bahas peeps on this day. We've got to wait for budak UM to come back during hols before we can have a complete outing again eh girls?(; Can't wait for Kak Falah's wedding next week. Reunion time! Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERNSHIP.&lt;/span&gt; I really think I screwed up the interview. I felt so out of place, especially cause I was grouped with the RI scholars. Diorang bebual ada accent okey. And I feel so ordinary. As though I have nothing to offer and MOE won't be interested to choose me as an intern. But hamdan lillah, I got the job. Betul kata kak Ika. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. I owe you a banana split, sis! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEMARI SENI. &lt;/span&gt;I had always always love novels produced by this company. I don't have to look at the novelist names, just a look at the logo and the book will definitely be in my to-read list. It started with Syud's Tentang Dhiya and then I found Hlovate, Pingu Toha, Nazurah Aishah and the list goes on and on. And somehow I had this dream to be a member of the JS family. And in August 2011, I'm officially a proud member of JS! Ikhlas A.K! was born. Hamdan lillah! No words can be used to express my feelings actually teehee ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KKS.&lt;/span&gt; Cause there's no life in IJ without you peeps; Humy, Phyd, Hyrah, Waly, Zul and Farhan. Though we're all in different CG, taking different combi, different levels, kita tetap kawan selamanya okey? I went to Eighteen Chefs the other day and guess what? The Geng KKS logo was still on the wall! We have yet to celebrate Hyrah and Humy's wayyyyyy belated birthday asap! Once we all get our pay and before the guys kena pergi Tekong, let's hit USS, alright? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. Love is a messy affair. Hahahahahahahahaha. I still remember the kecoh-ness on my tagboard that time when I posted about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'my love life',&lt;/span&gt; korang epic gile I swear :P In 2011, I've learnt how a heart break feels like. I've learnt about betrayal. I've learnt about faithful. And I've learnt about trust.  I know, I know. Whatever it is, hati kita Dia yang pegang kan? Allahu hafiz, wherever you are(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUGGING&lt;/span&gt;. Whoa, this year's mugging memang all over Singapore seriously. I used to mug at the cafe near my house. But this year, I stayed back kat campus's library sampai 9pm sambil sneakily munch on cookies :P I also went to Tampines Interchange's Macs, The Garden and Food Culture. I went to Tampines Library and Woodlands Library. I went to Republic Polytechnic. I even went to Humy's house just to mug! It was really bad cause I couldn't stay focus. But it was one kind of an experience, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NENEK&lt;/span&gt;. It was less than a year since ayah passed away, and then his mother followed suit. It was a really bad blow for atuk, losing his wife and his son within just eight months. Ibu was in a state of shock for a couple of days before the news finally sank in. Tapi kita tahu, Dia takkan bebankan kita dengan sesuatu yang tak mampu kita pikul kan? Dan pastinya semua yang terjadi akan ada hikmah. Truthfully their passing had only made us stronger. It knitted our family closer, hamdan lillah (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMNOMNOMNOM&lt;/span&gt;. This year, I've been eating a lot of good food. Sungguh ni tak tipu. I've been to Eighteen Chefs for I don't know how many times. And then Swensens, F.I.S.H, Popeyes, New York Chicken, Seoul Garden, Wendy's, Domino, Sarpino, Canadian and Pizza Hut. And in Malaysia I went to Nando's, Auntie Annes', Subway, Starbucks, Cinnabon, Kenny Rogers, Macs, KFC and I don't know what else I stuffed in my stomach. Memang dasar PBG! Boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROM NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; I look forward to prom even before finals started. Perangai kan. Right after finals we all went to look for our dresses, shoes and all that. It was really fun! Especially because my table semua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well, mostly)&lt;/span&gt; tudung girls. So we don't really look awkward. Lepastuh camwhore and jalan-jalan around Clarke Quay barefooted like a boss with KKS. Good times, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QIYAMULAIL &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAMADHAN&lt;/span&gt;. This year was probably the most meaningful Ramadhan I ever had. Despite being very very very very busy with studies, I tried my very best not to miss tarawih. Even if I can't perform tarawih secara jemaah, I will stay up after revisions to do it. Padahal selama ni I'm the kind yang akan prioritize studies instead of tarawih. By the time I finished my revision, I'd be so tired that I'd fall asleep in no time :( But Alhamdulillah, Dia gerakkan hati Nir untuk berubah. Especially during the last ten days of Ramadhan, me and my friends went to An-Nahdhah to attend qiyamulail led by Ust T.M Fouzy. Wallahi those were the bestest night, ever ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWING TEAM. &lt;/span&gt;Being a member of the swing team was probably one of the most memorable experience ever. Well this year I'm supposed to be part of the organizers and not the  participant. Supposedly! But someway somehow few days before  Perkampungan Bahas, a team tarik diri so me and my friends were asked  to be a member of the Swing Team. Imagine, given only an hour or so to prepare for a debate motion. Kalau satu round takpe, ni sampai empat rounds dalam masa dua hari. Pergh. Memang gila. Despite our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main-buih-dan-hembus&lt;/span&gt; celahan and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;putar-belit-satu-alam&lt;/span&gt; hujahan, we actually qualified to go to the quarters but sadly we can't proceed sebab kita kan dummy team je. It was really fun! Macam cakap petah spontan gitu. Bebual tak refer card. Langsung tak hafal. Create hujah dari thin air. Contoh main buih dan elaborate sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalau kau nak buih, kau mesti confident."&lt;/span&gt; - Arif&lt;br /&gt;I will remember this line sampai bila-bila hahahahaha. Patutlah menang pembahas terbaik during finals kan? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEACHING &lt;/span&gt;at Andalus. I was supposed to relief teach for only one night because an ustazah couldn't make it and they asked me to help since I lived nearby. But then I was asked to teach the class every week. Mula-mula contemplate jugak. Takut busy and I can't commit. But then, kesian kat budak-budak ni tak ada orang nak ajar sebab waktu tu Andalus kekurangan staff. So I took the offer and taught on Friday nights. Alhamdulillah! Sesungguhnya I can't express how happy I was to see my students read the Quraan dengan lancar after six months when actually when I started teaching, they were still reading the Iqra'. It was a joint effort definitely. I have to credit the students for trying their best. And I have to thank Him sebab permudahkan urusan kami. Alhamdulillah, Allahuakhbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNWANTED&lt;/span&gt;. If you know me in real life you would probably understand what I mean. After almost six years, I've moved on. And I've opened up a new chapter in life. You might think it was an easy decision for me but heck, it was not! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So drama, Nir~) &lt;/span&gt;I miss the 'old life' but hey, actually life's not half bad now :P Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VACATION&lt;/span&gt;. Went down to KL twice this year. Once was in May for KLIBF '11 in which I spazz like a true fangirl in front of Kak Syud and Kak Ika Madera. Thinking about it again, memang memalukan sungguh! Tsk. And then another trip was in December to attend an event organized by JS. I think I'm going to turun KL more often next year, especially for KLIBF '12. In fact, I've plans already, kekeke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN YOU'RE GONE.&lt;/span&gt; Truthfully, despite all this hoo-haas about missing you and all that, I've long accepted the fact that you've passed and there's nothing I could do about it. True, I have regrets. I mean, who doesn't. We'll only miss the water when the well runs dry, eh? And I know the only thing I can do now is to pray for you. And in order to do so, I've to ensure that I'm a good muslimah myself. Because doa anak-anak yang soleh dan solehah pasti akan diterimaNya. And if I'm not solehah enough, how do I help ayah then? I know, I'm not good enough. But I'm trying to. And I promise I will continue to try. I'm on my way there ayah, insya Allah. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;. I found the love of my life in February this year; my Asus Netbook! I bought it using my bursary award for three fifty bucks. Sayang gila netbook ni okey. It's my first. It's white, small and cute. It's so light I can actually take it everywhere I go! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAR 2011&lt;/span&gt; in a nutshell was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutelyfreakingawesomebeyondwordscansay.&lt;/span&gt; And I hope year 2012 will be just as good, if not better. May He bless us all, insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZE LIST HAS ENDED YAY!&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3519729844865578521?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3519729844865578521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/z-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3519729844865578521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3519729844865578521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/z-in-2011.html' title='A-Z in 2011'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tuE_WxjRdo/TwJIEVI9HsI/AAAAAAAAGug/6BwOe8BZH6Q/s72-c/tumblr_lpcoet6s9G1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6370901331216757574</id><published>2011-12-31T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:57:59.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause right now I wish you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcrK9nmv_N4/Tv4Hpyg9TzI/AAAAAAAAGsY/ORfisViMJfg/s1600/tumblr_lt6rijVhDx1qb8ikqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcrK9nmv_N4/Tv4Hpyg9TzI/AAAAAAAAGsY/ORfisViMJfg/s320/tumblr_lt6rijVhDx1qb8ikqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691995393558925106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line to try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the old songs, the memories come back again. I know I wasn't a good daughter. I know I was a rebel. I know I was such a pain and I know I've hurt you too many times before. But I tried to make things right when I realised my mistakes. I did everything I can just to mend our relationship, ayah. You know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember during Bahas 4PM last year? The moment when the host announced my team as the champion, I scanned the crowd and the first person I saw was you. Because you were the first person to stand. You were the first person who cheered and clapped and at that fleeting moment I knew, after all these years, I finally made you proud. Didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss you gave me on my forehead afterwards was the first (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after years&lt;/span&gt;) and also the last kiss I ever got from you. After that incident, I had always wished you would kiss me again just the way you kiss my sisters before they go to bed. But you never did. I know, it was my own fault cause I was the one who distant myself away from you. And you just played along. For goodness sake if I could replay that historical moment again, I would. If I could record the moment and put in on repeat mode, I swear really would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much regrets now that you're gone and do you want to know what my biggest regret was? I regret that I had never ever told you that I love you so much. I had the chance to. But not even once did I take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, as I'm typing this my tears are flowing hard and seems like they are not going to stop. But my tears don't matter anymore cause it won't ever bring you back. Ayah, at this point of time I really miss you. I miss you so bad and I really want you here next to me. You don't have to say a word cause all I want is your presence here right now...with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance to look into your eyes and see you looking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6370901331216757574?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6370901331216757574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-right-now-i-wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6370901331216757574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6370901331216757574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-right-now-i-wish-you-were-here.html' title='Cause right now I wish you were here'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IcrK9nmv_N4/Tv4Hpyg9TzI/AAAAAAAAGsY/ORfisViMJfg/s72-c/tumblr_lt6rijVhDx1qb8ikqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6791965308023943944</id><published>2011-12-29T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:44:54.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For I am my sisters' keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVu9TFyS-r4/TvwYDxWt4RI/AAAAAAAAGsM/_1R7LHEUqDo/s1600/tumblr_lqxs65FpBL1qazstso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVu9TFyS-r4/TvwYDxWt4RI/AAAAAAAAGsM/_1R7LHEUqDo/s320/tumblr_lqxs65FpBL1qazstso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691450482156757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realised that whenever I'm home, I spend most of the time online instead of interacting with my family members. Well truthfully I'm the kind yang akan terperap dalam bilik sehari suntuk dan keluar hanya untuk makan because I don't watch TV so I don't need the living room and I don't play games so I don't need the Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm done with school and at the moment I'm unemployed, abang and ibu's working now&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (ibu used to be a housewife but ever since ayah passed away, she went back to work)&lt;/span&gt; thus I'm in charge of the girls and I can't possibly isolate myself dalam bilik sepanjang hari kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to bring them out and pamper them a bit last Tuesday. Well just to chill and lepak so off we went to the Cinemas! Since we're in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; malas-nak-pikir&lt;/span&gt; kind of mood, we chose to watch Alvin and The Chipmunks 3. And the movie's good! Okay, a little bit tak masuk akal here and there but just for entertainment's sake, it was a good laugh! The Chipettes are so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Swensen's for lunch cause I was craving for Mac &amp;amp; Cheese (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perangai budak gemuk) &lt;/span&gt;and  since I just received my last pay check that morning for my previous teaching job, I thought, hey why not :D It was our rezeki I guess cause we dined in during the lunch hour and they gave us free ice creams! I had Sticky Chewy Chocolate Sundae. Oh, I've been eating unhealthy food these days, I know. But I'll start dieting next week once I start working I promise hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little bit of shopping too cause I'mma need more formal clothes for work and the girls need stuff for school. And yes wow, next week dah bukak sekolah! Time flies. Sekejap je dah 2012. Though the fact that next week bukak sekolah doesn't really affect me la since, hello, I'm not a student anymore hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I still can't believe that I'm starting 2012 as an intern. Teaching Malay in East Spring Secondary School. Whoah. It's gonna be a tough journey, I know. Tapi sampai bila nak stay dalam comfort zone kan? Someday, I need to get out of my shell. And probably the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'someday&lt;/span&gt;' is now eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibda' bil bismillah, Nir. Insya Allah, kheir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6791965308023943944?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6791965308023943944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-i-am-my-sisters-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6791965308023943944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6791965308023943944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-i-am-my-sisters-keeper.html' title='For I am my sisters&apos; keeper'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XVu9TFyS-r4/TvwYDxWt4RI/AAAAAAAAGsM/_1R7LHEUqDo/s72-c/tumblr_lqxs65FpBL1qazstso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8229768495615655480</id><published>2011-12-26T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:58:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a lovey dovey mood today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lebXq0zoXY/TviK5aRlC1I/AAAAAAAAGsA/5K-9UlPR-gs/s1600/tumblr_lf674akpjo1qdhh02o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lebXq0zoXY/TviK5aRlC1I/AAAAAAAAGsA/5K-9UlPR-gs/s320/tumblr_lf674akpjo1qdhh02o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690450848092851026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be blown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be swept off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna meet the one who makes it hard for me to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be lost in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be your dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be scared of how strong I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just call me beautiful, call me beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call me beautiful, call me b-e-a-utiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Megan Nicole's B-E-A-Utiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get in the mood to furiously hit the keyboard and get my manuscript going. I need inspirations, badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8229768495615655480?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8229768495615655480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-lovey-dovey-mood-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8229768495615655480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8229768495615655480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-lovey-dovey-mood-today.html' title='In a lovey dovey mood today'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lebXq0zoXY/TviK5aRlC1I/AAAAAAAAGsA/5K-9UlPR-gs/s72-c/tumblr_lf674akpjo1qdhh02o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3318739175902315440</id><published>2011-12-25T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:27:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause they're my girlfriends for life ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y98kzBAUt8/Tvbcm6dfwvI/AAAAAAAAGr0/zH397YpAutU/s1600/392102_2665257703220_1009327474_32358756_895985220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y98kzBAUt8/Tvbcm6dfwvI/AAAAAAAAGr0/zH397YpAutU/s320/392102_2665257703220_1009327474_32358756_895985220_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689977740315312882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chalet at Costa Sands. Barbecue. Chicken. Cheese hotdogs. Midnight movie. New Year's Eve. Zac Efron &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(First gasp)&lt;/span&gt;. Ashton Kutcher &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Second gasp)&lt;/span&gt;. DVD marathon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Though we almost doze off halfway through Toys Story 3). &lt;/span&gt;Untangled. Mantra. Harry Potter. Youtube-ing. Mat Lutfil. Megan Nicole. Maddi Jane. Cycling by the beach. Two seater &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(since I can't cycle) &lt;/span&gt;Games. Monopoly Deal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Though I keep losing)&lt;/span&gt;. Truth or dare. Crushes. Love story. Midnight bowling. Late supper at Macs. Reminiscing the old Ipoh Lane days. Fights. Conflicts. Ghost stories. Sweet memories. Lauging. Smiling. Doing practically nothing besides talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve years of friendship, and I'm still counting. Uhibbukunna abadan abada fillah ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3318739175902315440?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3318739175902315440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-theyre-my-girlfriends-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3318739175902315440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3318739175902315440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-theyre-my-girlfriends-for-life.html' title='Cause they&apos;re my girlfriends for life ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0y98kzBAUt8/Tvbcm6dfwvI/AAAAAAAAGr0/zH397YpAutU/s72-c/392102_2665257703220_1009327474_32358756_895985220_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5393771723974086340</id><published>2011-12-24T15:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:09:38.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello to KL!</title><content type='html'>Let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bojEstPjaJc/TvWxrdpx2lI/AAAAAAAAGq4/2BuXQxuFpjs/s1600/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bojEstPjaJc/TvWxrdpx2lI/AAAAAAAAGq4/2BuXQxuFpjs/s320/P1000450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689649064504842834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chAt1Zl2SzM/TvWxs1qAolI/AAAAAAAAGrg/S9WbScZAYsQ/s1600/P1000477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-chAt1Zl2SzM/TvWxs1qAolI/AAAAAAAAGrg/S9WbScZAYsQ/s320/P1000477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689649088128131666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SMoCVL9p0w/TvWxsevIRHI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/bXc9-kr0n90/s1600/P1000470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6SMoCVL9p0w/TvWxsevIRHI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/bXc9-kr0n90/s320/P1000470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689649081975587954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1xcEQMWtQs/TvWxtWAHERI/AAAAAAAAGro/fkY0sOkbB3Y/s1600/P1000466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vz6zo_ISGIA/TvWvos7B0II/AAAAAAAAGqg/6BgnqZ0azWc/s320/P1000311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689646818040860802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8wr7VDR8KM/TvWvoVOeHCI/AAAAAAAAGqU/bazmkMsjQOA/s1600/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8wr7VDR8KM/TvWvoVOeHCI/AAAAAAAAGqU/bazmkMsjQOA/s320/P1000378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689646811679956002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5nMdnpOBY/TvWvnMlQPLI/AAAAAAAAGp8/fKfDk7m3pxw/s1600/P1000279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5N5nMdnpOBY/TvWvnMlQPLI/AAAAAAAAGp8/fKfDk7m3pxw/s320/P1000279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689646792179727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vj5zCXqmM4/TvWvoyzOouI/AAAAAAAAGqs/ee0miNqQs7A/s1600/P1000445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auy_qT0_lCA/TvWNtbKuxCI/AAAAAAAAGo8/Wjle1XpySN0/s320/P1000186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689609515778884642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKroAyc-WMk/TvWB4tYg9iI/AAAAAAAAGoY/W_ZFBQkboHs/s1600/P1000169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKroAyc-WMk/TvWB4tYg9iI/AAAAAAAAGoY/W_ZFBQkboHs/s320/P1000169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689596515507566114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exdo9ON7XSU/TvWB4emfSZI/AAAAAAAAGoM/0T4rgIiTjmY/s1600/P1000160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exdo9ON7XSU/TvWB4emfSZI/AAAAAAAAGoM/0T4rgIiTjmY/s320/P1000160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689596511539644818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpjBZl0_hiE/TvWB54yY7GI/AAAAAAAAGow/FIARnGQ9in0/s1600/P1000273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpjBZl0_hiE/TvWB54yY7GI/AAAAAAAAGow/FIARnGQ9in0/s320/P1000273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689596535748750434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I had a good time in Kuala Lumpur. The hotel's good. The food's good. The weather's good. The people too. Oh but the traffic wasn't, but we had fun figuring out our way to the malls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Macam orang jakun naik LRT pakai token* &lt;/span&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was awesome and yes, I thank Allah for everything (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5393771723974086340?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5393771723974086340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/say-hello-to-kl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5393771723974086340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5393771723974086340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/say-hello-to-kl.html' title='Say Hello to KL!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bojEstPjaJc/TvWxrdpx2lI/AAAAAAAAGq4/2BuXQxuFpjs/s72-c/P1000450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1246245235307110297</id><published>2011-12-23T23:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:17:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For we do not know, but He knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3S0NBX3eTM/TvSzA82jDCI/AAAAAAAAGn0/6kbmgTl9BTE/s1600/tumblr_lqutr3k7aZ1r02o8fo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3S0NBX3eTM/TvSzA82jDCI/AAAAAAAAGn0/6kbmgTl9BTE/s320/tumblr_lqutr3k7aZ1r02o8fo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689369058192067618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;So when the time gets hard&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to turn as He promise He will always be there&lt;br /&gt;To bless us with His love and His mercy&lt;br /&gt;Cause as He promise He will always be there&lt;br /&gt;He's always watching us, guiding us&lt;br /&gt;And He knows what's in all in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;So when you lose your way to Allah you should turn&lt;br /&gt;As He promise He will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maher Zain's Always Be There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to my sisters' school the other day to get their books and uniforms. Alhamdulillah, they were both offered scholarships and their expenses will be fully sponsored by MUIS. And a few weeks ago MOE offered me the Merit Award for being one of the top 25% in my cohort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I can't thank Him enough for every single thing He gave me. I really mean it and I'm not saying for the sake of saying. True, He took ayah away from us and it's unavoidable to have this slightest doubt if we can ever survive without him. He was the sole breadwinner and he was the strength of this family. I really thought it's almost impossible to make it without him. But I was wrong. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. We survived a year without him. And with His blessings, we still will. Ameen insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1246245235307110297?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1246245235307110297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-we-do-not-know-but-he-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1246245235307110297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1246245235307110297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-we-do-not-know-but-he-knows.html' title='For we do not know, but He knows'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3S0NBX3eTM/TvSzA82jDCI/AAAAAAAAGn0/6kbmgTl9BTE/s72-c/tumblr_lqutr3k7aZ1r02o8fo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2274039286112285637</id><published>2011-12-22T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:09:46.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need you like my heart needs a beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUFm_USsGWs/TvMN5SGDVXI/AAAAAAAAGno/r2xJl3NIwxA/s1600/tumblr_lu55i3Lcc21qazstso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUFm_USsGWs/TvMN5SGDVXI/AAAAAAAAGno/r2xJl3NIwxA/s320/tumblr_lu55i3Lcc21qazstso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688906032059995506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm drained beyond words.&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/8255787500026300236-2274039286112285637?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2274039286112285637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/need-you-like-my-heart-needs-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2274039286112285637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2274039286112285637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/need-you-like-my-heart-needs-beat.html' title='Need you like my heart needs a beat'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YUFm_USsGWs/TvMN5SGDVXI/AAAAAAAAGno/r2xJl3NIwxA/s72-c/tumblr_lu55i3Lcc21qazstso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6259364433036112610</id><published>2011-12-19T23:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:24:53.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur is loved ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgPPBU1t5rs/TvMFKqOHdlI/AAAAAAAAGnc/NMSDVj1_ZA8/s1600/379865_2868787040407_1281778799_3272458_347125107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgPPBU1t5rs/TvMFKqOHdlI/AAAAAAAAGnc/NMSDVj1_ZA8/s320/379865_2868787040407_1281778799_3272458_347125107_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688896434989397586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There's a lot of things I want to blog about actually but I'm way too tired. I'll be away again for a chalet the next three days and I've yet to pack my things. More updates soon yeap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: KL was a blast, I swear (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6259364433036112610?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6259364433036112610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/kuala-lumpur-is-loved.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6259364433036112610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6259364433036112610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/kuala-lumpur-is-loved.html' title='Kuala Lumpur is loved ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgPPBU1t5rs/TvMFKqOHdlI/AAAAAAAAGnc/NMSDVj1_ZA8/s72-c/379865_2868787040407_1281778799_3272458_347125107_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3479276234553556459</id><published>2011-12-15T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:34:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBzgPCWxhWY/TuoTMt7371I/AAAAAAAAGnE/KeUqLDvbIN4/s1600/tumblr_l5y7nxQYvd1qcgzvno1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBzgPCWxhWY/TuoTMt7371I/AAAAAAAAGnE/KeUqLDvbIN4/s320/tumblr_l5y7nxQYvd1qcgzvno1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686378588718755666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm leaving for Kuala Lumpur tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if I don't reply to your texts cause I don't have auto roaming :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doakan I have a safe journey to and fro, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam alaikum! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3479276234553556459?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3479276234553556459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/farewell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3479276234553556459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3479276234553556459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBzgPCWxhWY/TuoTMt7371I/AAAAAAAAGnE/KeUqLDvbIN4/s72-c/tumblr_l5y7nxQYvd1qcgzvno1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1168131038744180367</id><published>2011-12-14T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:31:10.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O10tGanLBhg/TujJyAyYkJI/AAAAAAAAGm4/9f5yI3ZQ1gY/s1600/friends.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O10tGanLBhg/TujJyAyYkJI/AAAAAAAAGm4/9f5yI3ZQ1gY/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686016390597218450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I didn't feel like talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I didn't feel like listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I break my promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I am selfish and I put myself before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I take my own time to reply to your texts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I didn't pick up your phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I neglect you when I'm with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I leave you behind when I'm caught up with something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sometimes I am not there when you need me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all that, I'm truly deeply sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry cause I know I am not a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know sometimes I have reasons, but most of the time they're just lame excuses and I shan't be defensive cause I know it was purely my fault. I didn't make an effort to stay, I didn't make an effort to talk to you, I didn't make an effort to text you, I didn't make an effort to ask you about your day and I didn't make an effort to know if you're okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that lately I've changed and I'm probably no longer the same old Nir you knew before. I don't know if this is just a phase of growing up but somehow I just couldn't click. I couldn't fit in. I don't feel right. As though I don't belong anymore. I find myself lost in between the conversations. I feel like an outcast. And this feeling sucks, especially at this point of time, at this age, seriously Nir, seriously? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after all that has happened, I really hope you won't push me away. I will mend things, this time I promise and I won't break it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Specially dedicated to you, you and you. I swear I love you girls. I'm sorry :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1168131038744180367?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1168131038744180367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-when-i-miss-you-i-put-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1168131038744180367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1168131038744180367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-when-i-miss-you-i-put-those.html' title='Sometimes when I miss you I put those records on'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O10tGanLBhg/TujJyAyYkJI/AAAAAAAAGm4/9f5yI3ZQ1gY/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8691899090285426459</id><published>2011-12-12T05:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T05:42:49.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think bout you all the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Thub7uMtMHU/TuUjO8Q1lbI/AAAAAAAAGmg/CYZvuhyQydo/s1600/tumblr_le30snVIpS1qd5l3xo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Thub7uMtMHU/TuUjO8Q1lbI/AAAAAAAAGmg/CYZvuhyQydo/s320/tumblr_le30snVIpS1qd5l3xo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684988844227007922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like five thirty in the morning and no, I didn't just wake up but I've yet to sleep! Been doing this for the past few days, staying up the entire night to finish up my manuscript. I'm almost done, hamdan lillah. But this is just a short story. Meaning to say, it won't be published so soon lah cause I will have to collaborate with two other writers. And, it's not confirmed that this manuscript will be accepted anyway since the panel of editors will have to see the strength of the story and all that. So yeah. Shall just pray for the best, teehee :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a promise to reward myself once I'm done and over with this manuscript before I start with the full one. The full one would probably be a pain since I've to start from scratch and it will require much much more time and effort to complete. So I'm going to indulge myself in good books and watch a few movies or dramas before I start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My target is to complete this manuscript by Wednesday morning. So that I can spend the entire day reading. So here's my to-read list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The Golden Prince: Rebecca Dean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Nuansa Kota Merah: Khairyn Osman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mini Shopaholic: Sophie Kinsella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tautan Hati: Fatimah Syarha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Nurul Laila Suria: Fatihah Pauzihal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my to-watch list includes City Hunter, Sekali Lagi &amp;amp; Click. Well actually I tend to just watch whatever I feel like watching depending on my mood. Been watching some gangster-ish movie the past few days (Yeah apparently I just watched KL Gangster) and I find myself talking like a minah with the dok and all.  The &lt;i&gt;"Tu dua lori kau dah sampai" &lt;/i&gt;joke never failed to make me go LOL. I end up grinning to myself everytime I think about it &lt;i&gt;*sepak muka sendiri*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, toodles for now. It's a beautiful Monday morning and may we all have a blessed week ahead yeah! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8691899090285426459?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8691899090285426459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-bout-you-all-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8691899090285426459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8691899090285426459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-bout-you-all-time.html' title='I think bout you all the time'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Thub7uMtMHU/TuUjO8Q1lbI/AAAAAAAAGmg/CYZvuhyQydo/s72-c/tumblr_le30snVIpS1qd5l3xo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8292767401896814163</id><published>2011-12-11T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:33:33.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet it's hearts all over the world tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHJ35AdEbPc/TuOVfNyxr2I/AAAAAAAAGmU/pv-vu5b-OcQ/s1600/dd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHJ35AdEbPc/TuOVfNyxr2I/AAAAAAAAGmU/pv-vu5b-OcQ/s320/dd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684551518182813538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waking up, I see that everything is okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entries are getting shorter and shorter. Have nothing much to blog about. Well, Avril Lavigne's Innocence sort of explains my situation right now. Life's good and I'm enjoying myself every single day. Truthfully I feel blessed and alive. Alhamdulillah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craving for the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFORpC6AaHc"&gt;Epic Candy Cookie&lt;/a&gt;. Mind to bake for me some? Teeheeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8292767401896814163?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8292767401896814163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/bet-its-hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8292767401896814163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8292767401896814163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/bet-its-hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='Bet it&apos;s hearts all over the world tonight'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHJ35AdEbPc/TuOVfNyxr2I/AAAAAAAAGmU/pv-vu5b-OcQ/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4498379423203153618</id><published>2011-12-10T05:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T05:39:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niga jeil yeppeo ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQZX0dUqOqM/TuJ_EFuJpiI/AAAAAAAAGmI/EJmnh1p1hrU/s1600/tumblr_lfgxqlsHDJ1qe337eo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQZX0dUqOqM/TuJ_EFuJpiI/AAAAAAAAGmI/EJmnh1p1hrU/s320/tumblr_lfgxqlsHDJ1qe337eo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684245387926939170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smell love in the air. Weddings everywhere! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alf mabruk~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4498379423203153618?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4498379423203153618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/niga-jeil-yeppeo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4498379423203153618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4498379423203153618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/niga-jeil-yeppeo.html' title='Niga jeil yeppeo ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GQZX0dUqOqM/TuJ_EFuJpiI/AAAAAAAAGmI/EJmnh1p1hrU/s72-c/tumblr_lfgxqlsHDJ1qe337eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4753480498224843440</id><published>2011-12-08T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:59:50.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QenaATj_B4/TuCXsxYLXII/AAAAAAAAGlw/aeSKI0GA-h8/s1600/tumblr_lf0gplVKLs1qb51w5o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QenaATj_B4/TuCXsxYLXII/AAAAAAAAGlw/aeSKI0GA-h8/s320/tumblr_lf0gplVKLs1qb51w5o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683709525166349442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her: &lt;i&gt;So, sekarang kau buat apa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Lepak aaa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: &lt;i&gt;Kira sekarang kau dah tak ada visi, misi dan matlamat hidup la ni?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMBOYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4753480498224843440?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4753480498224843440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4753480498224843440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4753480498224843440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-boss.html' title='Like a boss'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QenaATj_B4/TuCXsxYLXII/AAAAAAAAGlw/aeSKI0GA-h8/s72-c/tumblr_lf0gplVKLs1qb51w5o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8917765238096185907</id><published>2011-12-05T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:35:38.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's party time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2cXlVh48jZQ/TtugM0g1YbI/AAAAAAAAGlk/TKtjITCJSYs/s1600/PROM%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2cXlVh48jZQ/TtugM0g1YbI/AAAAAAAAGlk/TKtjITCJSYs/s320/PROM%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682311496973246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-prom symptom: Camwhore&lt;i&gt; like a boss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full dress rehearsal la, kononnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Mai for being my photographer tak bergaji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hyped for prom tomorrow, oh yes I'm excited! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8917765238096185907?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8917765238096185907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-its-party-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8917765238096185907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8917765238096185907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/because-its-party-time.html' title='Because it&apos;s party time'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2cXlVh48jZQ/TtugM0g1YbI/AAAAAAAAGlk/TKtjITCJSYs/s72-c/PROM%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4100849771652294389</id><published>2011-12-04T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:35:26.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qKTw-Z4k7Y/TttKbWo-vKI/AAAAAAAAGlY/UKtJs0Vktp8/s1600/tumblr_lofjyjDFHz1qdgauwo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qKTw-Z4k7Y/TttKbWo-vKI/AAAAAAAAGlY/UKtJs0Vktp8/s320/tumblr_lofjyjDFHz1qdgauwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682217188652399778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is hectic. But I'm loving it. Cause I've been busy these days. Busy shopping, busy catching up with my girls, busy spending time with my sisters, busy gossiping with ibu, busy crapping with abang, busy doing my manuscript, busy skyping with besties, busy relief teaching, busy spring cleaning, busy eating good food and busy qada' my sleep. Basically I've been doing all the things that I love and I'm really really contented. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've nothing much to blog about actually, that's probably the reason why I didn't post anything the past three days. You wouldn't want to hear my boring story about&lt;i&gt; "Today I bought this this and that" &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;"Today I met him her and them"&lt;/i&gt; kan? I've no photos to share also, sadly. Our canon is spoilt. Abang wanted to get a new DSLR tapi sampai sekarang batang hidung DSLR tu pun tak nampak. I'm tempted to get a polaroid but the films are expensive. Boohoo. So basically I have nothing interesting to share with you all la, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, well here's my plan for the upcoming week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Prom night &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Netball&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Prata session with babes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Meeting the biomed girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Internship interview&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Lunch with fellow Singaporean writers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Farewell dinner with students&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Weddings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for weddings and don't ask me why. It's been a long time since I last attended one. Mengidam nasi minyak. Gatal nak pakai baju kurung. Hahaha .The entire week was a blast. And I hope that the upcoming week is going to get better, insya Allah. May we have a blessed week ahead yeap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4100849771652294389?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4100849771652294389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-wish-take-chance-make-change-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4100849771652294389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4100849771652294389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-wish-take-chance-make-change-and.html' title='Make a wish, take a chance, make a change and breakaway'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qKTw-Z4k7Y/TttKbWo-vKI/AAAAAAAAGlY/UKtJs0Vktp8/s72-c/tumblr_lofjyjDFHz1qdgauwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5320775080437897149</id><published>2011-12-01T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:56:59.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause naega jeil jal naga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_HmuPYen1k/TtZmvCkSnJI/AAAAAAAAGlM/Av_0tKMewv4/s1600/Happy-Girls-Are-The-Prettiest.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_HmuPYen1k/TtZmvCkSnJI/AAAAAAAAGlM/Av_0tKMewv4/s320/Happy-Girls-Are-The-Prettiest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680840938303429778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life's a bliss these days ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday:&lt;/b&gt; Hit the library, pre-merdeka and pre-Maal Hijrah reflection session with Humy at Century Square's Food Culture while munching on cheese fries and yong tau foo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt; Girls day out with BFFs Qeeyo and Ha. Off we go to Orchard! Movie, spazzing over Edward Cullen, indulging in good food (Wendy's cheese baked potato is superb!), shopped for prom dress, cardigan, belt, heels and outfit for job interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday: &lt;/b&gt;Mugging with Im and Hady at McCafe after asar until almost eleven o'clock. Officially declare that THAT would be my last mugging session ever &lt;i&gt;(for now, until next September, at least)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt; I am the definition of freedom, happiness and whatever that's in between after the invigilator said pens' down. Walked around the campus area alone afterwards, snapping photos dekat setiap corner, even the tempat solat. That would probably be the last time I jejak there &lt;i&gt;(for now at least)&lt;/i&gt;. Spazzing like a true fangirl in front of the tv because of Mnet Asian Music Awards in the evening. Suju and Beast made my day!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/b&gt;Girls day out part two with Humy, Phyd and Qai. Had our dinner at Eighteen Chef's. The spicy garlic cheese baked rice is forever faved. And then off we go to Bugis! Bought accessories for prom. A ring, clutch, headband and clothes &lt;i&gt;(I seriously need to revamp my wardrobe because the last time I really shopped was probably a year or two years ago and my sisters and mum had been wearing my shirts, cardigans, blouses and dresses leaving me with nothing to wear =.=)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning to~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday:&lt;/b&gt; Spring cleaning. Notes to campak inside a kotak and simpan dalam store room. Rearrange furniture in the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt; Girls day out part three with my sister. Need to get tudung for prom. Don't know if I'm wearing pashmina or normal tudung. And my sister needs to get new shirts for her badminton training cause apparently she can no longer wear mine&lt;i&gt; (okay tipu, she can la but it would be a little bit tight for her =.=")&lt;/i&gt; And oh yes relief teaching from 7pm-10pm at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday: &lt;/b&gt;Relief teaching from 8am to 2pm. Phyd and Humy's coming over to my place to try our get up for prom night. Excitables or what. We should do our own photoshoot seriously, hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday:&lt;/b&gt; CHILL, RELAX AND LEPAK ONE CORNER. PROM NIGHT IS ON MONDAY YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my week in a summary. I'm so excited for prom night I don't know why. Bak kata Humy, prom is like sekali seumur hidup kind of event in your life. Yeah this is my first prom, after like so many years of living lol &lt;i&gt;(padahal this is Humy's second and yet dia bebual macam paham :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a happy happy happy girl, hamdan lillah. Never been better. I hope tomorrow will be a good day too, ameen insya Allah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5320775080437897149?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5320775080437897149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-naega-neil-jal-naga.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5320775080437897149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5320775080437897149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-naega-neil-jal-naga.html' title='Cause naega jeil jal naga.'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_HmuPYen1k/TtZmvCkSnJI/AAAAAAAAGlM/Av_0tKMewv4/s72-c/Happy-Girls-Are-The-Prettiest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3575401912699586779</id><published>2011-11-28T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:44:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle's almost over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8tvCx9AEgk/TtNIqxUsUeI/AAAAAAAAGlA/NMdZNf9lGhs/s1600/tumblr_l4r3pg5DYf1qb5paco1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8tvCx9AEgk/TtNIqxUsUeI/AAAAAAAAGlA/NMdZNf9lGhs/s320/tumblr_l4r3pg5DYf1qb5paco1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679963454676160994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanya lagu yang menjadi ingatan&lt;br /&gt;Hanya lagu yang menjadi kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya masa itu kembali semula&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku memiliki lebih dari itu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3575401912699586779?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3575401912699586779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/battles-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3575401912699586779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3575401912699586779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/battles-almost-over.html' title='The battle&apos;s almost over'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8tvCx9AEgk/TtNIqxUsUeI/AAAAAAAAGlA/NMdZNf9lGhs/s72-c/tumblr_l4r3pg5DYf1qb5paco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3897686792526509845</id><published>2011-11-26T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:02:45.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1433H already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1j5ox4Jcw/TtEK2DKNa2I/AAAAAAAAGko/GNHpuGZrr0I/s1600/tumblr_lk4lgsHc7H1qd4qfxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1j5ox4Jcw/TtEK2DKNa2I/AAAAAAAAGko/GNHpuGZrr0I/s320/tumblr_lk4lgsHc7H1qd4qfxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679332528768248674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam readers. It's maal hijrah. Kullu 'am wa antum bikheir!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have a fresh start shall we? Forgive and let go. Forgive and let go. Forgive and let go. You'll feel lighter that way, insya Allah. Let's set our priorities right. It's time to move on to bigger, better things in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I have yet to write down my new year resolutions. Khatam quraan as many times as I can is going to be my next target insya Allah. Once a month probably, if time permits. Since I'm going to have my long holidays, I might as well make full use of it to upgrade my ukhrawi right? I've been spending the past two years focusing on my acads. Boohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you readers? What are your new year resolutions? Mind sharing with me? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3897686792526509845?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3897686792526509845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/1433h-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3897686792526509845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3897686792526509845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/1433h-already.html' title='1433H already?'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1j5ox4Jcw/TtEK2DKNa2I/AAAAAAAAGko/GNHpuGZrr0I/s72-c/tumblr_lk4lgsHc7H1qd4qfxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8025260348946681500</id><published>2011-11-26T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:47:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't thank Him enough ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjn2xo0_nms/Ts_BlapFg2I/AAAAAAAAGkc/Nl7KFqzZXcU/s1600/tumblr_loau8giCvc1qcrsrio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjn2xo0_nms/Ts_BlapFg2I/AAAAAAAAGkc/Nl7KFqzZXcU/s320/tumblr_loau8giCvc1qcrsrio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678970503688455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when your brother accompanied you to school and wished you all the best for your paper, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you called your mother and she said I will when you asked her to pray for you, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you walked out of the hall and you're finally done with your major papers, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you think about the hardships you went through and it's almost over, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you had a good chat with your bestfriend at the cafe, drinking your favourite cup of iced lemon tea and baked potato, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you terserempak your favourite tutor and she asked you how's things, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you had a chat with the makcik canteen and she wished you all the best in life and told you to take care, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when you signed Ikhlas A.K! and handed it over to Mr Fuad  to pass it to the P as a token of appreciation before you officially graduate, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when your student who couldn't read iqra' six months ago now reads the Al-Quraan beautifully, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when your student said thank you and gave you a rose, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That moment when your student said she love your stories and gave you a box of chocolate cake, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beautiful things happened to me today. Even the simplest things made me smile. Alhamdulillah. Can't thank Him enough (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8025260348946681500?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8025260348946681500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/cant-thank-him-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8025260348946681500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8025260348946681500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/cant-thank-him-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t thank Him enough ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjn2xo0_nms/Ts_BlapFg2I/AAAAAAAAGkc/Nl7KFqzZXcU/s72-c/tumblr_loau8giCvc1qcrsrio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4034602941458058806</id><published>2011-11-24T18:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:29:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and their personal issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyHbZJeWCqU/Ts5pPtKhMoI/AAAAAAAAGkE/iXpYUEWBu1k/s1600/tumblr_llhwrtvVzs1qftwh2o1_r1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyHbZJeWCqU/Ts5pPtKhMoI/AAAAAAAAGkE/iXpYUEWBu1k/s320/tumblr_llhwrtvVzs1qftwh2o1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678591898703442562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her: Stop complaining, you're perfect already! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Yeah right, perfectlah sangat. Nobody's perfect! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her: But you ARE nobody! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Haa la sangat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation I had with my sister yesterday. I mean seriously, siapa lagi yang nak pujuk kau bila kau dah down gila if not for you siblings &lt;i&gt;(or your best friend) &lt;/i&gt;kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was one of those days when you get cranky and nothing goes your way and you start to whine and complain almost about anything and everything. This happens to most girls, I can assure that. That day when your tudung refuses to cooperate, that day when you feel everyone's pretty and you look like crap,  that day when you think everyone's smart and you're just dumb, that day when you think everyone's better than you and you've got nothing at all to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-813o_8vF3ok/Ts5pPyyN4-I/AAAAAAAAGkQ/Oi96lSd3cC0/s1600/From%2BMai%252C%2Bwith%2Blove.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-813o_8vF3ok/Ts5pPyyN4-I/AAAAAAAAGkQ/Oi96lSd3cC0/s320/From%2BMai%252C%2Bwith%2Blove.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678591900212126690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw this purple post-it note typed by my sister on my laptop and it made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;There's always something to be thankful for. True that huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, I lack in a lot of things. Every single time I compare myself to these people I look up to, I feel crappy. As though I'm not good enough.  As though I don't belong in their group. As though...ahh. The list goes on and on. It's pretty much endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the thought that I'm never good enough. Never good enough to be a daughter, never good enough to be a friend, never good enough to be a sister and never good enough to be His servant. But seriously Nir, what you're gonna do about that? Whining all day long? It's not going to help. It's not going to bring me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to do is stop. Stop comparing. Stop thinking about all these negative things. If I think I'm not good, then I've got to do something about it. By saying 'I'm stupid' a hundred times, that won't make me smarter. I've got to work things out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything time I look at these hijabis fashionistas, it makes me feel insecure. The thought that I'm not pretty enough pulls me down. But when I think about it again, if I'm pretty I would probably be a bitch. I don't like to use vulgarities but this time I'm serious. If I'm pretty I would probably be one of those mentel gedik girls and I would probably dress to kill. I would probably attract unnecessary attentions and THAT is detrimental seriously. So it's probably a hikmah being just a girl-next-door. I can go unnoticed when I walk down the street. And among my gorgeous friends, I'm the plain jane seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of being jealous and what nots, shouldn't I focus on how to improve myself instead of dwelling on these things I can't change? I mean, if these people are pretty or smart, I can't possibly make them ugly or stupid right? The only thing I can do is to improve myself to be on the same par as them. And how do I do that? How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh good question. I've been asking the same question to myself. What do I do now then? Maybe I should start with small things. I should be thankful to Him. For all the little things He gave. For being a normal person with five perfect senses. For being born into a muslim family. For being brought up in an islamic way of life. For being chosen to be in an islamic school. I'm already blessed that way, seriously. What more can I ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every single one of us have our own advantages, true? Some of us are blessed with pretty faces &lt;i&gt;(I can't stop talking about this I mean who doesn't like to look at pretty things right? Lol),&lt;/i&gt; so it's their rezeki la kan. Alhamdulillah. And some people are blessed with nice voices so it's their rezeki right. Alhamdulillah. And I probably have a flair in writing that's why I managed to publish a book so it's my rezeki la kan? Alhamdulilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So mungkin what I have, you don't have. And what I don't have, you have. So I shouldn't be jealous of you. And you shouldn't be jealous of me&lt;i&gt; (macam la ada orang jealouskan kau, Nir, perghh&lt;/i&gt;) because at the end of the day, Allah blessed us with so many things already! We just need to open our eyes bigger and see what's in store for us. Kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So moral of the story: Stop complaining and start saying Alhamdulillah. All praises to Allah. All praises to Allah. For every single thing that He gives us and for every single thing we wish we have but He didn't grant them. There's always always always a reason behind everything. For He knows best kan, and who in the world are we to argue? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4034602941458058806?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4034602941458058806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-and-their-personal-issues.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4034602941458058806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4034602941458058806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-and-their-personal-issues.html' title='Girls and their personal issues'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eyHbZJeWCqU/Ts5pPtKhMoI/AAAAAAAAGkE/iXpYUEWBu1k/s72-c/tumblr_llhwrtvVzs1qftwh2o1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1296603756017498924</id><published>2011-11-23T00:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:55:19.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're always there, you're everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5VynX3le2k/TsveJ3x2KuI/AAAAAAAAGjU/DrFNnea05po/s1600/tumblr_lhygqcYw2o1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677876016403852002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5VynX3le2k/TsveJ3x2KuI/AAAAAAAAGjU/DrFNnea05po/s320/tumblr_lhygqcYw2o1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid if I wait till Thursday, I won't have the time to blog and you might not have the time to read so here goes an entry specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, you're going off this Friday and you won't get to hear me scream like nobody's business on the 29th when I actually end my finals. I'm going to miss our late night chats sampai dua tiga pagi and your excited voice when you call me once in awhile to check if things are okay. I'm going to miss your advices and your dirty little secrets and I'm going to miss ranting and confiding in you. I'm going to miss telling you about my day, laughing at stupid jokes, spazzing about some random actors or singers and gossipping with you. I'm going to miss every. single. thing. about you. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please take care wherever you are. Have fun there with your loved ones. Go enjoy yourself and chillax. Dump your laptop at home and don't think about work okie dokie? See you when I see you then! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots and lots and lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Plus big hugs and warm kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: And I know I will miss you, big time :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1296603756017498924?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1296603756017498924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-always-there-youre-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1296603756017498924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1296603756017498924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-always-there-youre-everywhere.html' title='You&apos;re always there, you&apos;re everywhere'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5VynX3le2k/TsveJ3x2KuI/AAAAAAAAGjU/DrFNnea05po/s72-c/tumblr_lhygqcYw2o1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-926117309078931817</id><published>2011-11-21T23:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:47:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIGsdVevTn0/TsqOCysr6bI/AAAAAAAAGjI/-iYEb7ZFpFI/s1600/tumblr_le32cnyZA31qaatz0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIGsdVevTn0/TsqOCysr6bI/AAAAAAAAGjI/-iYEb7ZFpFI/s320/tumblr_le32cnyZA31qaatz0o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677506458874014130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually half awake but someone insisted I should blog tonight so here I am, typing this entry just because of you. &lt;em&gt;*Sila terharu okey*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a bright Saturday afternoon &lt;em&gt;(chey).&lt;/em&gt; I had a date with Ika Madera at Chinatown at 12pm. The journey from my house to Chinatown is about plus minus forty five minute or so. I dah siap dah nak keluar around 11am when I heard something fishy coming from the front gate. And so...I looked through the peep hole but I saw nothing. I was like, &lt;em&gt;"Apa benda seh tuh?"&lt;/em&gt; But I assumed it was nothing so I went inside to get my shoes from the shoe rack when I heard something fishy coming from the front gate again. And so...I looked through the peep hole and I was like &lt;em&gt;oh my gosh macammana gate boleh terbukak??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kalau dalam cerita seram kan selalu orang tak bukak pintu pasal mana tau ada orang jahat ke apa hahahaha)&lt;/em&gt; But me, being the clumy me, secara reflex I opened the door and to my astonishment I saw a freaking cat! It's huge ok! It's gumok with brown and white stripes. And so....I screamed. Can't help it what. Terperanjat gila peh bila nampak kucing kat depan rumah. The cat was shocked. But! It didn't run away! Faham tak?! It just moved a bit and bertenggek kat tepi tingkap and I was like oh my gosh macammana aku nak keluar rumah ni?? So that's obstacle number one. &lt;em&gt;(Ya I managed to get out of the house eventually don't ask me how apparently I just dashed towards the lift hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I took the MRT all the way to Chinatown. &lt;em&gt;(Well that was the initial plan)&lt;/em&gt; But as my train was approaching City Hall, kak Ika texted, asking me to alight at the next stop because Chinatown tutup! Laa. So okey, I alighted at City Hall and waited near the platform untuk arahan yang seterusnya. Kak Ika tanya, nak pegi Marina Square or &lt;em&gt;(I forgot what's the other option)&lt;/em&gt; and so I chose Marina Square la pasal the other place sumpah tak tau macammana nak pergi and Marina Square is at City Hall so boleh pandai-pandai la carik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...I walked and walked and walked. Trying to find my way to Marina Square. Please take note that City Hall is a central area. Ada banyak gila mall kat area tuh and Marina Square is one of them. So I'm actually not sure so main lagau je la jalan. The last time I went there was with&lt;em&gt;....*let's not reminisce the days*&lt;/em&gt; so yeah, akhirnya sampai juga daku di Marina Square! &lt;em&gt;*Tarik nafas lega*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Ika then texted me saying she's already at Swensen's. Swensen's is at the first floor, dekat corner. And I was like, mak aih cepatnya dekni sampai ingatkan tadi masih kat Chinatown &lt;em&gt;(rupa-rupanya dia naik cab, patut la cepat ciss)&lt;/em&gt; so I said kejap, I nak cari atm first. Cause I'm buying books from kak Ika and I didn't bring enough cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan punya jalan, tereye contact dengan this pretty lady. She smiled at me so I smiled back and then she approached me to give a brochure and then I realised, oh no minah jual barang la! I politely took the brochure from her hand when she asked if I want to see the products she sells, I said, &lt;em&gt;"It's okay, I'm in a rush."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah nak blah already tau when she suddenly asked,&lt;em&gt; "Where are you from?"&lt;/em&gt; I was stopped in my tracks ah and I gave her a puzzled look. &lt;em&gt;"Singapore."&lt;/em&gt; I mean, duhh kan? And then she asked&lt;em&gt;, "Oh, because your head dress looks different." (Dah start dia punya bodek and someway somehow I followed her to the booth)&lt;/em&gt; And then she started showing me all her products and I was like, alamak I'm really in a rush ni so I said,&lt;em&gt; "Sorry, I really have to go now."&lt;/em&gt; And then she said, &lt;em&gt;"It's okay hold on for awhile see our products yada yada yada yada."&lt;/em&gt; Kesian punya pasal, I waited. And waited. And waited. Tapi dia tak habis-habis cakap nih. I was like, bila dia nak habis membebel nih???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked the price, she said its &lt;em&gt;*letak harga disini*&lt;/em&gt; and I was like, gila mahal nak mati. So I politely turned down the offer and said, &lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry my friend is waiting."&lt;/em&gt; Lepastuh salesgirl ni tetap tak bagi orang blah ni. Dia kata, &lt;em&gt;"Okay hold on I give you student discount 30% off. How about that?"&lt;/em&gt; Fikir balik, 30% off ni pun mahal jugak la actually. And then I said, &lt;em&gt;"No, no. It's okay. I'm sorry. I really really really got to go now." (Kak Ika called me twice already by then haha).&lt;/em&gt; And then the sales girl masih tak nak give up jugak, she said, &lt;em&gt;"Okay I give you free gift. This product actually cost yada yada yada yada yada."&lt;/em&gt; And as you all know &lt;em&gt;(or maybe you don't so now you know)&lt;/em&gt; how Singaporeans are sucker for free gifts &lt;em&gt;(bargain jugak la actually),&lt;/em&gt; I finally said, &lt;em&gt;"Okay I'll take your product." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she brought me to the counter and so I paid. Dah bayar dah pun, nak blah ni, tapi beg plastik dia tak bagi. Sales girl tuh continue promote dia peh other products and by that time I was actually already pisssed, orang dah beli barang kau apa lagi kau nak?? Nak beli satu kedai kepe?? Hahaha. I texted kak Ika asking me to save my life lol and so when kak Ika called, I told them, &lt;em&gt;"Sorry my friend had been waiting for so long I really got to go now"&lt;/em&gt; and finally finally finally, I MANAGED TO BLAH. YESSAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I continued walking. By then, dah tak kuasa dah nak cari atm. Perut yang kosong harus diisi dahulu. Jalan punya jalan, sampai kat this simpang whereby ada empat lorong untuk masuk. I was like, lorong mana satu nih nak masuk???? I called kak Ika to ask for directions but the only thing she did is to laugh &lt;em&gt;(tak membantu langsung :P)&lt;/em&gt; so I walked and walked and walked and I ended up masuk empat-empat lorong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the last lorong I masuk was the correct one -&lt;em&gt; except that I was at the wrong floor.&lt;/em&gt; Faham tak??? I could see Swensen's kat below me but I have no idea how to get down. And so for the umpteenth time I called kak Ika, "Kak Ikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa escalator manaaaa??" She laughed again &lt;em&gt;(seriously tak baik, tak membantu langsung hahahaha :P)&lt;/em&gt; and told me to go find Carl's Junior. So I walked pusing entah sampai mana entah and I finally finally finally, I MANAGED TO FIND THE ESCALATOR. YESSAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai Swensen's, tengok kak Ika tengah rilek one corner makan connie Dog dengan fries ketawakan orang. Hahaha. Belek-belek menu, I end up buying the same thing again. The one and only thing I order when I come to Swensen's - Mac and Cheese. Kak Ika ketawa lagi. &lt;em&gt;"Dah agak dah you're gonna order that."&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha am I THAT predictable? :P Cis. Kak Ika ni takde modal, ketawakan orang je memanjang. *Geleng kepala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we talked and talked and talked. Food pun sampai. &lt;em&gt;(Take note, waitress slow gila padahal that place was empty haha&lt;/em&gt;). Mac and Cheese dia perghhhhhhhhhhhhhh cheesey gila and super naise boleh pengsan. &lt;em&gt;(Orang offer kak Ika, dia tak nak, so takpe dia rugi hahaha).&lt;/em&gt; And then we talked and talked and talked. Ice cream pun sampai. Makan lagi. Cakap lagi. Ketawa lagi. Makan lagi. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be honest I was 'nervous'&lt;em&gt; (Hahahah nervous???)&lt;/em&gt; before our 'date' &lt;em&gt;(Date? I wonder kalau betul punya date nanti macammana hahahahahahahaha)&lt;/em&gt; because I don't know if I can click with her since she's older than me and she claims she is pendiam &lt;em&gt;(I am too actually haha)&lt;/em&gt; but apparently dia bebual macam bullet train &lt;em&gt;(pendiam laaa sangat :P)&lt;/em&gt; and actually eh, our wavelength tak jauh sangat la kut. Boleh click :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our date ended when we parted at the MRT station. Kak Ika nak naik bus while I'm taking the train. I shall not explain how we &lt;em&gt;(kak Ika je yang tanya, orang cuma tag kat belakang je lol)&lt;/em&gt; had to tanya people where in the world is the MRT station and how we look like idiots looking at each and every signboard looking for direction pegi toilet la ATM la hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey seriously entry ni panjang gilaaaaa kan? Hahaha. Sesiapa yang baca sampai last paragraph ni, bermakna awak memang seriously takde keje lain yang lebih berfaedah nak buat sampaikan sanggup baca blog entry yang setakat nak explain apa jadi last Saturday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading though. Teeeheeeee. It's almost 2 in the morning already and I'm getting sleepy. Goodnight for now then. May Allah bless all of you, ameen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-926117309078931817?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/926117309078931817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-affair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/926117309078931817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/926117309078931817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-affair.html' title='A Saturday affair'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIGsdVevTn0/TsqOCysr6bI/AAAAAAAAGjI/-iYEb7ZFpFI/s72-c/tumblr_le32cnyZA31qaatz0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3859985379382847506</id><published>2011-11-20T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:53:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith cause He's always here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc5CVUMHUkQ/TsjbgM41FtI/AAAAAAAAGiw/j2k02V6qsvw/s1600/306069_10150273133518160_634878159_7837875_3083255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677028676562392786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc5CVUMHUkQ/TsjbgM41FtI/AAAAAAAAGiw/j2k02V6qsvw/s320/306069_10150273133518160_634878159_7837875_3083255_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd love to blog about my Friday and Saturday but oh well, I'm running out of time. Maybe after my Economics paper tomorrow. Have a blessed week ahead everyone (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-3859985379382847506?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3859985379382847506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-faith-cause-hes-always-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3859985379382847506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3859985379382847506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-faith-cause-hes-always-here.html' title='Have faith cause He&apos;s always here'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc5CVUMHUkQ/TsjbgM41FtI/AAAAAAAAGiw/j2k02V6qsvw/s72-c/306069_10150273133518160_634878159_7837875_3083255_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1558873683898400902</id><published>2011-11-19T01:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:48:15.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Netball dan Nir are lovers for life ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1Fr-hk4SdI/TsaReSelF6I/AAAAAAAAGiY/s5yMuXW8HM0/s1600/netball%2Byo%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676384329889290146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1Fr-hk4SdI/TsaReSelF6I/AAAAAAAAGiY/s5yMuXW8HM0/s320/netball%2Byo%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA - Nir, C - Nad, GA - Im, GK - Qeeyo,&lt;br /&gt;GS - Ayie, WD - AZ and GD - Asy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days. The court. The ball.&lt;br /&gt;The runs. The ballwork. The steppings.&lt;br /&gt;The punishments. The screamings. The tears. The sweat.&lt;br /&gt;The smiles. The laughter. The jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single thing about us :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tertipu dengan gambar itew.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown fatter over the years hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separuh Putih Seniors, bila mau buat come back?&lt;br /&gt;Kita trash itu juniors loh.&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah gian sama itu bola~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1558873683898400902?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1558873683898400902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-netball-dan-nir-are-lovers-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1558873683898400902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1558873683898400902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-netball-dan-nir-are-lovers-for.html' title='Because Netball dan Nir are lovers for life ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1Fr-hk4SdI/TsaReSelF6I/AAAAAAAAGiY/s5yMuXW8HM0/s72-c/netball%2Byo%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8230275698676043935</id><published>2011-11-18T01:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:31:40.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance don't matter, you're always near ♥</title><content type='html'>It's one in the morning and I'm still wide awake. Just sharing some epic conversations I had with my fellow JS-ians:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8c1aHrNxdI/TsVAhyTWtmI/AAAAAAAAGhw/d0HiX1IEOis/s1600/Convo%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8c1aHrNxdI/TsVAhyTWtmI/AAAAAAAAGhw/d0HiX1IEOis/s320/Convo%2B3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676013854553192034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gK-AJ7it7v0/TsVAhs6MOwI/AAAAAAAAGhc/Llb4BJ-k6zU/s1600/Convo%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gK-AJ7it7v0/TsVAhs6MOwI/AAAAAAAAGhc/Llb4BJ-k6zU/s320/Convo%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676013853105470210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amZiTeyJb4o/TsVAhicZqUI/AAAAAAAAGhk/PY2CiRKETuE/s1600/Convo%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amZiTeyJb4o/TsVAhicZqUI/AAAAAAAAGhk/PY2CiRKETuE/s320/Convo%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676013850296166722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwxhGHzk-zg/TsVAiHyxTwI/AAAAAAAAGiA/X1d_MLsVPmI/s1600/Convo%2B4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwxhGHzk-zg/TsVAiHyxTwI/AAAAAAAAGiA/X1d_MLsVPmI/s320/Convo%2B4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676013860322103042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BizphZEOJ3E/TsVCSUeAEBI/AAAAAAAAGiM/ZxklgJ1h3iU/s1600/Convo%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BizphZEOJ3E/TsVCSUeAEBI/AAAAAAAAGiM/ZxklgJ1h3iU/s320/Convo%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676015787869999122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We crap talk most of the time seriously. Especially when there's Pingu (Teja), Ahmd and Iqbal. Hands down la. Heh! I super love my JS peeps to bits can? They never fail to make me smile or gelak guling-guling like a boss. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December please come fast! Can't wait ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8230275698676043935?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8230275698676043935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/distance-dont-matter-youre-always-near.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8230275698676043935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8230275698676043935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/distance-dont-matter-youre-always-near.html' title='Distance don&apos;t matter, you&apos;re always near ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a8c1aHrNxdI/TsVAhyTWtmI/AAAAAAAAGhw/d0HiX1IEOis/s72-c/Convo%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6049595376858892519</id><published>2011-11-17T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:36:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-zVkVYqZoI/TsUY0_RckdI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/N7l3KGaClJk/s1600/tumblr_ltz35yZDW61qibmrmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-zVkVYqZoI/TsUY0_RckdI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/N7l3KGaClJk/s320/tumblr_ltz35yZDW61qibmrmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675970203987251666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him: Jawab macam ni la, yada yada yada yada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Haaaa? Why so hard le?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Bukan susah, awak just lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: K, kalau keluar saya confirm tak buat. Then how about this one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ambik pendekatan macam ni, yada yada yada yada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haaaa? K, kalau keluar saya....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Tak buat jugak? Dah tu awak nak buat apa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic conversation I had with Mr Fuad a day before I sat for MLL paper. I texted him to ask a few questions. He called me soon after, giving thorough explanation for the questions I asked but the only respond I gave was, "Haaaaa?" And my blur sotong face. Perangai gila kan kan kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mr Fuad was in front of me, I can bet he's shaking his head and picit kepala sebab pening layan karenah student dia yang sorang nik. Teeerima kasih la sangat for layan-ing my last minute panic attack! :D Hamdan lillah. MLL was fine. Though I strongly dislike BLMP text, that essay question on adat perpatih saved my life actually (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Salam readers! It's been awhile since I last blogged eh and seriously, I can never go on hiatus for long. It's only the second week of exams and yet here I am, melangut depan laptop as though dah merdeka. Perangai gila kan kan kan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hamdan lillah, so far seven papers down, three more to go. I can't thank Him enough for everything. Honestly speaking the journey so far wasn't a breeze. Today's paper was especially tough. I crapped my way through. Okay, crap isn't the appropriate word. I did study. But I planned to do something and I ended up doing something else instead. I studied hydro macam nak mamps but I end up doing atmo paham tak?? Haish. Tak faham takpe, chet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, whatever the outcome is, I'm not regretting cause I've already tried. I gave my best shot and I shall leave out all the rest for Him to decide. Even if I don't get the grades that I want, I know everything happens for a reason. The most important thing is to be contented. Ahh, results will be out March/April next year anyways so I shall not dwell on it right now teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I'm fetching my youngest sister from school tomorrow cause ibu is away on course and so alang-alang dah keluar, might as well I fetch my other sister as well. They're getting their report books tomorrow so I've promised to belanja them if they get good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too worried about Mai though because I already know her result roughly. She got 8As and 3Bs. It's way too good for me already la and yet she's complaining she could've got straight As yada yada yada. Hahaha. I'm proud of you la Mai. You're so smart (; I just don't know how Syirah fared. Dektu playful sikit. Entah macammana entah result dia. Hopefully you prove me wrong la, sis. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dating Kak Ika Madera on Saturday yay! We couldn't make it for the JS high tea so we decided to have our own private party. Excited much! :D But I can't help but to be super jeles la Pingu gets to eat Imaen's garlic bread, haish! I want it too. But not my rezeki I guess. Maybe next time. Can't wait for December! KL here we come wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this blog entry is super long or what hahah. Balas dendam dua minggu tak update :D I'm a happy girl tonight seriously and I don't know why. Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. All praises to Allah, all praises to Allah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm done. Toodles for now. Have a blessed weekend ahead yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6049595376858892519?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6049595376858892519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-we-there-yet.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6049595376858892519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6049595376858892519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-zVkVYqZoI/TsUY0_RckdI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/N7l3KGaClJk/s72-c/tumblr_ltz35yZDW61qibmrmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7662582229449523186</id><published>2011-11-06T01:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:07:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back, soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0inRh_bsFg/TrV6khYR-zI/AAAAAAAAGhE/Sczo4rSk8M0/s1600/tumblr_lt1nvjNxVA1qla6yxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0inRh_bsFg/TrV6khYR-zI/AAAAAAAAGhE/Sczo4rSk8M0/s320/tumblr_lt1nvjNxVA1qla6yxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671574073597098802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last lap.&lt;br /&gt;First paper: 8th November 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Last paper: 29th November 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hiatus. I won't be blogging until my exam ends.&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Don't miss me while I'm away, keke :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-7662582229449523186?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7662582229449523186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-be-back-soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7662582229449523186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7662582229449523186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-be-back-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll be back, soon'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0inRh_bsFg/TrV6khYR-zI/AAAAAAAAGhE/Sczo4rSk8M0/s72-c/tumblr_lt1nvjNxVA1qla6yxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7368146427563018510</id><published>2011-11-06T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:00:49.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Aidiladha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHi89q_yECI/TrV1HraZx-I/AAAAAAAAGg4/MyWM8A4sQMI/s1600/tumblr_lmr4jiNBD21qbyyfbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHi89q_yECI/TrV1HraZx-I/AAAAAAAAGg4/MyWM8A4sQMI/s320/tumblr_lmr4jiNBD21qbyyfbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671568080516007906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been getting nightmares lately. For the past two consecutive nights, I dreamt of my tutor, Mr Yip. Gila! Tapi nasib Mr Yip handsome ah kekeke. Dah lah tuh, terserempak dia twice pulak kat Causeway Point tadi, cis! He was wearing a mickey mouse tee and his ears were stuffed with earpiece. He doesn't look thirty three and he doesn't look like he's a HOD lah please! Omg stop it Nir, apahal spazz over tutor sendiri nik. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sepak muka&lt;/span&gt;* Ada orang dah chope Mr Yip la. Kekeke. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Winks at Humy :P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I used to have nightmares after sitting for my papers but this time round, I'm getting pre-exams nightmares! Gosh. Can't imagine after sitting for the exams nanti apa jadi. Mesti non stop hits mengigau punya :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered after sitting for my Os years ago, I had nightmares almost every single night. Macam deja vu, every night I sit for geography paper &lt;span&gt;because I totally screwed up my geography paper, can't remember exactly what happened. Think  I didn't do one question&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (which is around 10 marks I think)&lt;/span&gt; because tak perasan and I only noticed the question when the invigilators said pens' down. I end up thinking about it every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; =.= Boleh jadi gila tahu tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as though I slept tak basuh kaki and tak baca doa ke apa. I was just freaking nervous, I guess. I only stopped having nightmares when I started working at MJ. I was so tired that I fell asleep almost immediately once I hit the bed. Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. That's not the point. The point is, FINAL EXAM IS APPROACHING IN JUST LIKE, THREE DAYS \O/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I would like to mintak doa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*muka tak malu*&lt;/span&gt; from all of you, to pray for me and my friends semoga dapat sit for our final exams dengan tenang and dapat lulus dengan cemerlang and pursue our studies in the areas we want to ameen insya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, selamat menyambut hari raya Aidiladha by the way. Have a blessed day ahead! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-7368146427563018510?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7368146427563018510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/salam-aidiladha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7368146427563018510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7368146427563018510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/salam-aidiladha.html' title='Salam Aidiladha!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHi89q_yECI/TrV1HraZx-I/AAAAAAAAGg4/MyWM8A4sQMI/s72-c/tumblr_lmr4jiNBD21qbyyfbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6670910722562542751</id><published>2011-11-04T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:52:15.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</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/-cxbRlzIdJYU/TrLUiPjF3cI/AAAAAAAAGgs/zLIgCwEuqX0/s1600/305294_10150286054398160_634878159_7961206_531573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxbRlzIdJYU/TrLUiPjF3cI/AAAAAAAAGgs/zLIgCwEuqX0/s320/305294_10150286054398160_634878159_7961206_531573_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670828565567233474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang on tight dearies, we're almost there. Just a little bit more (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I've been tagged by Mia Kaftiya.&lt;br /&gt;So eleven things about me eh? Here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My birthday is on twenty second June. Sila take out your calendar and mark out that date. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sepak muka sendiri perangai tak malu keke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Started blogging pada tahun 2005 and I got addicted ever since&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *padahal bukannya ada orang baca pun, I just felt better after typing out what I feel hehehehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a leftie. Left-handed people are cool. Seriously. Who's with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm bespectacled. I wear geek glasses to class most of the time, only get contacts when I feel like dressing up or during special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't know how to ride a two wheeled basikal. They say I must practice. I practice, I fall. Practice some more, fall some more. Sudah la. I give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the smell of rain. So fresh. Kalau lah ada perfume bau macam tuh....dah lama dah beli :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm a sucker for bling bling watches. But I don't buy the expensive ones la. My watches are all bangsa seploh hengget beli kat Bugis street, pakai tak sampai setengah tahun mati. But the one I'm wearing now is a little bit more ex &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tak sampai fifty pun though)&lt;/span&gt; and I've been wearing the same watch for almost two years already keke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(paling lama okey bertahan dengan jam ni, dah sayang gila. Don't think I'm going to change)&lt;/span&gt; Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like cats. I don't hate cats la but I can't go near cats. The fur will make me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaaaa-chooom&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yes I'm scared of cats too la. Takut kena cekau. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm a kpopper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Finally admit* &lt;/span&gt;Cuma tak hardcore la. Heh. I watch the dramas, I listen to the songs but I'm not obsessed okay!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Though I have my own fangirl moments *blush*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to go Cameron Highland to see roses, Korea because who knows I can meet T.O.P, Kyuhyun or Jaejoong on the street &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sepak muka sendiri tolongah Nir jangan nak berangan*&lt;/span&gt; and I want to go Paris because I want to see Eiffel tower teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm doing this at 1:14am and I'm actually sleepy so forgive me if I crap talk eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan MiaKaftiya :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nyatakan tentang diri kamu dalam 5 perkataan.&lt;br /&gt;I am undefined in five words la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cis mengada hahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kamu rasa kamu cantik/kacak bila...&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty when I'm happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cinta pertama kamu masa kamu berusia..?&lt;br /&gt;Erk. Cinta pertama eh......how does falling in love feels like, anyway? Heh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Muka bodoh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lebih suka membaca atau menonton?&lt;br /&gt;Membaca laaaa. I'm an ulat buku teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Namakan satu buku/cerita kegemaran kamu dan kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Jane series boleh? One of my first few books. Started reading that series when I was three I think. Sampai sekarang melekat dalam kepala, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apa yang akan kamu lakukan pada hari perkahwinan seseorang yang kamu pernah suka dulu?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bunuh dia =.= Of course not lol. Ucapkan tahniah la dan doakan kebahagiaan dia (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Suka budak-budak? Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Depends budak tuh cute ke tak hahahaha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Suka berangan?&lt;br /&gt;Over imaginative, in fact :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Berapa kerap kamu update blog dalam seminggu?&lt;br /&gt;I used to blog on a daily basis tapi sejak akhir-akhir ni, rarely update sebab sibuk :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Apa benda yang wajib ada dalam beg tangan/poket seluar kamu?&lt;br /&gt;Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Apakah impian yang kamu ingin capai??&lt;br /&gt;My happy ending. Hereafter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to like tag eleven people and like create eleven questions yada yada yada. But it's almost two in the morning and I'm like falling asleep in front of my netbook already. I'll do it next time yeah. Toodles for now, goodnight! Salam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6670910722562542751?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6670910722562542751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/tagged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6670910722562542751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6670910722562542751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxbRlzIdJYU/TrLUiPjF3cI/AAAAAAAAGgs/zLIgCwEuqX0/s72-c/305294_10150286054398160_634878159_7961206_531573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5362442951398601263</id><published>2011-10-31T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:51:38.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not fear for He is here (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VQqJNJz5XM/Tq5rx8JVIOI/AAAAAAAAGgg/3cTXXSQPbdM/s1600/tumblr_ljc6fpWGBU1qhw4ddo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VQqJNJz5XM/Tq5rx8JVIOI/AAAAAAAAGgg/3cTXXSQPbdM/s320/tumblr_ljc6fpWGBU1qhw4ddo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669587486609055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mereka tanya: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You okay, Nir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I answered sepatah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to better, bigger things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Tarik senyum merekah ke langit, walaupun fake.&lt;br /&gt;Fake it till you make it, Nir*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through, insya Allah~&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/8255787500026300236-5362442951398601263?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5362442951398601263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-not-fear-for-he-is-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5362442951398601263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5362442951398601263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-not-fear-for-he-is-here.html' title='Do not fear for He is here (:'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0VQqJNJz5XM/Tq5rx8JVIOI/AAAAAAAAGgg/3cTXXSQPbdM/s72-c/tumblr_ljc6fpWGBU1qhw4ddo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-381823169009105371</id><published>2011-10-30T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:48:08.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had my chance, I blew it</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/-wbk7Y7sS6hA/Tq01lBtr12I/AAAAAAAAGgU/8AU6-BXVlHY/s1600/tumblr_lpcoiizp241qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbk7Y7sS6hA/Tq01lBtr12I/AAAAAAAAGgU/8AU6-BXVlHY/s320/tumblr_lpcoiizp241qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669246416160806754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then you tried to make things right,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I did is to make it worst.&lt;br /&gt;And then you gave me too many second chances,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I did is to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;And when you finally decide to leave...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I did is to watch you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't break the same heart twice, and so I've promised.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like I've broken your heart too many times before.&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask you to stay because I was the one who let go.&lt;br /&gt;I won't beg. I won't plead. I won't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears won't matter because I had the upper hand.&lt;br /&gt;I could make it all better if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;But what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw you, insecurities!&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/8255787500026300236-381823169009105371?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/381823169009105371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-my-chance-i-blew-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/381823169009105371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/381823169009105371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-my-chance-i-blew-it.html' title='I had my chance, I blew it'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbk7Y7sS6hA/Tq01lBtr12I/AAAAAAAAGgU/8AU6-BXVlHY/s72-c/tumblr_lpcoiizp241qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7552577240144594785</id><published>2011-10-28T14:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:10:55.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last lap</title><content type='html'>My notebook looks like this without stick it notes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCvgZW4P7QA/TqpJX_sKv5I/AAAAAAAAGfc/Vhv9wGNDFog/s1600/Before.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCvgZW4P7QA/TqpJX_sKv5I/AAAAAAAAGfc/Vhv9wGNDFog/s320/Before.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668423757581696914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can practically stare at Baek Seung Jo's face all day long&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (but I don't do that obviously lol ingat tak ada kerja lain kah nak pi stare anak teruna orang?&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;) And my notebook looks like this with the stick it notes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trQGkoYlsQ4/TqpJYNMrm5I/AAAAAAAAGfo/BZScPFPBz_o/s1600/After.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trQGkoYlsQ4/TqpJYNMrm5I/AAAAAAAAGfo/BZScPFPBz_o/s320/After.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668423761207729042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you see my schedule next week is quite hectic. Especially on Wednesday. 9am to 830pm? Dies. Have to go to class almost everyday, except for Friday. Well I've got to go live with it. Finals is just round the corner, in just like, what, ten days? Or so. Gahhh. Can't wait to get it over and done with (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things I plan to do (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengikut urutan&lt;/span&gt;) after my last paper&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (which will be on the 29th of November&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tidooooooooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tiga hari tiga malam lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shop for prom night outfit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I need a pair of wedges please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Siapkan Heartquake and Wishlist manuscripts&lt;br /&gt;4. Marathon KDrama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(City Hunter with Seunggi, you MUST wait for noona okay :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go USS, Helix Bridge, Henderson Wave, Taman Boonga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and the list goes on and on)&lt;/span&gt; with Geng KKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's gonna be a bliss after exams&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I hope, I wish, I pray ameeeeeen insya Allah)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, back to reality. Press on, Nir&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (AND FRIENDS!) &lt;/span&gt;We can do it! Aja aja hwaiting! Bittaufiq wannajah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; Fa &lt;em&gt;inna ma&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;em&gt;al&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;em&gt;usri yusra&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Inna ma&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;em&gt;al&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;em&gt;usri yusra&lt;/em&gt;. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Verily, along with every hardship is relief.&lt;br /&gt;Verily, along with every hardship is relief. (Surah Insyirah 5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: So tonight I'mma find a way to make it without you (:&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/8255787500026300236-7552577240144594785?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7552577240144594785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-how-my-notebook-looks-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7552577240144594785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7552577240144594785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-how-my-notebook-looks-like.html' title='The last lap'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCvgZW4P7QA/TqpJX_sKv5I/AAAAAAAAGfc/Vhv9wGNDFog/s72-c/Before.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1810840939677118459</id><published>2011-10-27T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:52:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jemari Seni events!</title><content type='html'>Salam readers. I'd like to share two good news with you all today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXGSvpY3jvY/TqkzCXLQtMI/AAAAAAAAGfE/7J0qS9t2EVo/s1600/Makan-makan%2Bwith%2BJS%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXGSvpY3jvY/TqkzCXLQtMI/AAAAAAAAGfE/7J0qS9t2EVo/s320/Makan-makan%2Bwith%2BJS%2Bfamily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668117721696482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7VVxvmE0Bq4/TqkzChfQfiI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/EQfnnG-xgFo/s1600/ekspo%2Bbuku%2Bislam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7VVxvmE0Bq4/TqkzChfQfiI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/EQfnnG-xgFo/s320/ekspo%2Bbuku%2Bislam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668117724464709154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okie so the first one is sesi makan-makan with Jemari Seni yay! Writers will be there insya Allah. I'm not sure exactly who will be there tapi mungkin nanti JS akan announce.  Nir tak ada though :( I'm in the midst of my final exams waktu tu. Sangat-sangat sedih sebab nak sangat-sangat pergi. Bukan rezeki kut, next time insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dan soalan yang sangat-sangat femes dan Nir teringin nak jawab sebelum orang tanya:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is Hlovate coming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, copy paste sebijik-sebijik apa yang kak Ika Madera said at JS Facebook page:&lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who knows in her anonymity she's right next to you whilst you savour lunch with JS peeps ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Mana tahu Hlovate tuh Kakyah ke........hahahaha okey stop it Nir lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To those interested boleh e-mel nama ke (majlis.jemariseni@gmail.c&lt;/span&gt;om) atau telefon 03-87502434/03-89260142. Sila maklum kepada Jemari Seni sebelum 15 November 2011. Tempat terhad.&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoPageTagList"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;Second event is &lt;/span&gt;Ekspo Buku Islam yang akam berlangsung from 26 Okt 2011 to 1 Nov 2011 di Tingkat 2, Stesen KL  Sentral, Kuala Lumpur. Novel-novel JS dan JS Adiwarna will be sold there. Ada penulis jugak yang akan turunkan tandatangan. Yesterday was Szalies, I think. This Saturday Nashmin (11am-2pm) and Iqbal Syarie (2pm-5pm) will be there. Sunday pulak Alfi Mohd (11am-2pm). For details sila check Jemari Seni Facebook page okey! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Promo promo kekeke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty that's all for now. Please come down and give your fullest support pretty please? Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love,&lt;br /&gt;Nirrosette♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1810840939677118459?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1810840939677118459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/jemari-seni-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1810840939677118459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1810840939677118459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/jemari-seni-events.html' title='Jemari Seni events!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXGSvpY3jvY/TqkzCXLQtMI/AAAAAAAAGfE/7J0qS9t2EVo/s72-c/Makan-makan%2Bwith%2BJS%2Bfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4398348670364341210</id><published>2011-10-25T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T01:43:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hlovate sebenarnya ialah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNJ9y7JkTyk/TqWfrw-pBVI/AAAAAAAAGe4/GHYm6yM1fCw/s1600/who%2527s%2Bhlovate%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNJ9y7JkTyk/TqWfrw-pBVI/AAAAAAAAGe4/GHYm6yM1fCw/s320/who%2527s%2Bhlovate%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111280346465618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Pastuh dia gleefully dok sebelah kita makan, senyum2 gumbira, org cari hlovate but its herrrrrr actually."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic conversation ever (Y) I was practically laughing macam no tomorrow depan laptop sorang-sorang. Okay pada mereka yang tak tahu, Hlovate is this mysterious author kita tak tahu who in the world she or he is. Only kakyah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mariah Mustapha our editor)&lt;/span&gt; and kaksu&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Noor Suraya) &lt;/span&gt;knows. So kak Ika Madera came up with this theory that entah-entah kakyah is Hlovate (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is somehow logical eh kakyah :P&lt;/span&gt;) and Tun Teja Ratna Benggala's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(commonly known as Pingu Toha&lt;/span&gt;) reaction was so priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's like almost two in the morning. Abang is still godeh-godeh-ing my iphone (sort of lol). I'm so sleepy already. Abang can you please be quick? I ngantuk gilaaaaaaaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4398348670364341210?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4398348670364341210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/hlovate-sebenarnya-ialah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4398348670364341210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4398348670364341210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/hlovate-sebenarnya-ialah.html' title='Hlovate sebenarnya ialah....'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNJ9y7JkTyk/TqWfrw-pBVI/AAAAAAAAGe4/GHYm6yM1fCw/s72-c/who%2527s%2Bhlovate%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4649843301407350310</id><published>2011-10-23T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:41:39.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're just ordinary people~</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/-LtCp5AfuT-Q/TqPm8REZafI/AAAAAAAAGes/DoU2352UQfc/s1600/tumblr_llxd6kqvqr1qchqxeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtCp5AfuT-Q/TqPm8REZafI/AAAAAAAAGes/DoU2352UQfc/s320/tumblr_llxd6kqvqr1qchqxeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666626679210600946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;We're just ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;We don't know which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should take it slow, hey&lt;br /&gt;This time we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the library from 10am until almost 9pm yesterday. It was productive but super tiring I guess. Kepala boleh pecah buat essays non stop hits. Sampai rumah je rasa macam nak pengsan. Tapi penat gila sampai nak pejam mata pun tak boleh. I end up talking with Kakyah until 2am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. John Legend's Ordinary People is on repeat mode &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: And here we go again, your mixed signals and my second thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4649843301407350310?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4649843301407350310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/were-just-ordinary-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4649843301407350310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4649843301407350310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/were-just-ordinary-people.html' title='We&apos;re just ordinary people~'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtCp5AfuT-Q/TqPm8REZafI/AAAAAAAAGes/DoU2352UQfc/s72-c/tumblr_llxd6kqvqr1qchqxeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-9140025384084104131</id><published>2011-10-22T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:32:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say thank you Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YP7uM9rjJO4/TqGcFVkN94I/AAAAAAAAGeg/eu7WiZvEt58/s1600/tumblr_lrnxeqY1SK1qhmhdfo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YP7uM9rjJO4/TqGcFVkN94I/AAAAAAAAGeg/eu7WiZvEt58/s320/tumblr_lrnxeqY1SK1qhmhdfo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665981421711128450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We discussed about Dajjal, Ya'juj and Ma'juj in class today. I don't know how we end up talking about it. I was telling them about tanda-tanda besar hari kiamat I guess. I don't know why but I really think tonight's class is productive. Hamdan lillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study session with Humy and Phyd tomorrow. Meeting at 8am for breakfast and I'm going to marathon do essay like nobody's business insya Allah. Salam for now. Have a blessed week ahead yeah! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-9140025384084104131?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/9140025384084104131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/say-thank-you-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/9140025384084104131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/9140025384084104131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/say-thank-you-allah.html' title='Say thank you Allah'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YP7uM9rjJO4/TqGcFVkN94I/AAAAAAAAGeg/eu7WiZvEt58/s72-c/tumblr_lrnxeqY1SK1qhmhdfo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7109851209958218113</id><published>2011-10-21T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:55:53.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I don't feel like doing anything~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWa_DqWrGAg/TqGV_Z6JDiI/AAAAAAAAGeU/mCDf3dulBH4/s1600/tumblr_lctso9gSES1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWa_DqWrGAg/TqGV_Z6JDiI/AAAAAAAAGeU/mCDf3dulBH4/s320/tumblr_lctso9gSES1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665974722727841314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haloo world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall declare that today is my malas day, like totally. My brain refuses to function after asar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I don't usually do my revision after asar lah tak tahu kenapa susah nak masuk)&lt;/span&gt; therefore I have spent two hours practically doing nothing productive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Big Bang's Tonight is currently on repeat mode)&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had consultation earlier on. It was supposed to be a two hour session but my tutor had to attend a meeting so it ended at 10am instead. I was supposed to have lunch with Zul at 12pm but then he was ill. So he didn't go for his consultation. And seriously the journey from home to class is like an hour?? Baru sampai takkan dah nak balik. Penat berdiri dalam bas pun belum hilang lagi nik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(macam faham booo)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating whether I should hit the library and khatamkan Nazurah Aishah's Bening Merah Jingga or should I just go home and read the book on the way home in the bus. But then I terserempak Humy and asked if she wanna eat with me at icafe. She said yes so yay ada member! Baked potato with chicken for the win! And mango madness with whipped cream. Hari-hari makan macam nik memang akan gemuk la keke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since we last met padahal kita sama CG. Consultation slot semua berteraboh. Well I guess sekarang ni last lap semua pun bangsa 'selamatkan diri sendiri'. I'm not saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we-don't-care&lt;/span&gt; about each other anymore lah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(of course we do lah cause we still text each other randomly to check if we're still alive lol)&lt;/span&gt; but at this rate semua pun tengah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kanchiong-gila-tahap-mega-tetra-giga&lt;/span&gt; dan tengah sedaya upaya sumbat everything in our pea sized brain that benda lain semua jadi tak penting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (haaa la sangat)&lt;/span&gt;! Padahal ada orang tuh masih sempat tengok Tahajjud Cinta la Hindustan la, tsktsk :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways abang had been extra nice these days. He gave me extra allowance this month&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (macam kenapa abang aku tetiba bagi allowance nih?&lt;/span&gt;). And yesterday he bought for ibu an iPad. Okay it's not really an iPad. Cheaper version of iPad but still macam whuuut? iPad for ibu? Ibu?? Hahahaha okay I'm so tak baik. But my ibu is super canggih la. All thanks to me for introducing Facebook and Photoscape kat dia so sekarang dia dah sangkut jugak&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *geleng kepala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And abang is getting me an Apple Peel! Hamdan lillah! My HTC is rosak already and I can't afford iPhone 4 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*muka kesian haha*&lt;/span&gt; but then I have an iTouch so abang said I can actually convert it to iPhone by using Apple Peel. Taktau macammana nak explain but basically my iTouch can function as iPhone once he install Apple Peel for me. Dah boleh buat call and text segala. Yay! I'm a happy girl hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak it's almost seven already. Got to go for now. I've to attend class in a bit. Toodles! May Allah bless you readers! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-7109851209958218113?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7109851209958218113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7109851209958218113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7109851209958218113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-dont-feel-like-doing-anything.html' title='Today I don&apos;t feel like doing anything~'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWa_DqWrGAg/TqGV_Z6JDiI/AAAAAAAAGeU/mCDf3dulBH4/s72-c/tumblr_lctso9gSES1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8363939317765594110</id><published>2011-10-20T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:03:53.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear roses, please wait for me ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu5Lt_Dez4E/TqApZawV5FI/AAAAAAAAGeI/8VDeXWFlA8Y/s1600/Pink%2Broses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu5Lt_Dez4E/TqApZawV5FI/AAAAAAAAGeI/8VDeXWFlA8Y/s320/Pink%2Broses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665573847887635538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I IS WANT TO GO CAMERON HIGHLANDS BADLY :(&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Nin, Kakyah and Kak Naz for making me jealous&lt;br /&gt;to the power of infinity and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. The. Roses!&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/8255787500026300236-8363939317765594110?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8363939317765594110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-roses-please-wait-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8363939317765594110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8363939317765594110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-roses-please-wait-for-me.html' title='Dear roses, please wait for me ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu5Lt_Dez4E/TqApZawV5FI/AAAAAAAAGeI/8VDeXWFlA8Y/s72-c/Pink%2Broses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4387733051089523690</id><published>2011-10-16T16:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:22:34.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the card reader? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgNS3PtUgxY/TpqhMIK1qkI/AAAAAAAAGdY/x0GM9j7IxQ4/s1600/tumblr_lqdlg70bFq1qazstso1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgNS3PtUgxY/TpqhMIK1qkI/AAAAAAAAGdY/x0GM9j7IxQ4/s320/tumblr_lqdlg70bFq1qazstso1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664016711095265858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epic conversation ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abang:&lt;i&gt; *Knocking on my bedroom door* &lt;/i&gt;Dik, card reader mane card reader mane card reader maneeee??&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;*Thought he asked curry mana* *Opens up the door*&lt;/i&gt; Omg I'm so sorry dah habes ah dah habes dah habesssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abang: &lt;i&gt;*Gave me the kau-dah-buang-tebiat-ye kind of look*&lt;/i&gt; Ape yang dabes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;i&gt; *Blur face* &lt;/i&gt;Uh, curry? I took the last chicken. Sorrrrrry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abang: Curry kauuuu! Abang tanya card reader mane card reader maneeeee??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smack forehead moment please! My sister dah bantai gelak tak ingat dunia. But I swear I was like, omggg abang I'm soooo sorrrry cause I just finished the food and I thought semua orang dah makan already. Pekak ke hape =.= Oh anyways, we really talk like that. With the maneeeee panjang tujuh harakat and all. We're epic (Y) Kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, tak boleh blog lama-lama. I've campak my laptop one corner already &lt;i&gt;(and yet now I'm using abang's macbook, sungguh la defeat the kau-sepatutnya-on-hiatus-purpose :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles for now. May Allah bless your week ahead! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps: But I want you to move on, so I'm already gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4387733051089523690?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4387733051089523690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/epic-conversation-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4387733051089523690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4387733051089523690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/epic-conversation-ever.html' title='Where&apos;s the card reader? :P'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgNS3PtUgxY/TpqhMIK1qkI/AAAAAAAAGdY/x0GM9j7IxQ4/s72-c/tumblr_lqdlg70bFq1qazstso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6193334747034681265</id><published>2011-10-14T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:22:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May He guide us all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sowCWBek_LY/TpgZty8USOI/AAAAAAAAGdA/js9ta6spZ-4/s1600/tumblr_loyoxf9XGM1qbzitvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sowCWBek_LY/TpgZty8USOI/AAAAAAAAGdA/js9ta6spZ-4/s320/tumblr_loyoxf9XGM1qbzitvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663304805977966818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More often than not we say things without thinking it may hurt others. We're so caught up in expressing ourselves, defending ourselves that we don't give a hoot about others. We're just being so selfish. We want things to be 'right' for us that we simply can't be bothered even if things turn out 'wrong' for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;Stop pushing the blame on other people.&lt;br /&gt;Stop pointing out other people's mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Stop defending yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it. Just stop it will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I can forgive you but as the saying goes, one can forgive but one can hardly forget. Ruined friendships can be mended but things will never be the same. People change, and so do you. Maybe I did too. Wallahua'lam. Something went wrong somewhere and then I realised I don't even know who in the world are you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking things out won't matter because I've had enough. I won't waste another minute just to let you feed me with excuses, one after another. This is uber childish and looking at our age right now, it's truly embarrassing to have such conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let my thought drown here&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (though I tapis a lot already because I don't want to make things worst)&lt;/span&gt; and I'd like to end things here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you, thanks for the wonderful memories we had and thanks for all the nice things you did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well kalau Nir tak cakap ada yang mengungkit tak kenang jasa baik yada yada yada)&lt;/span&gt;. But I guess two years tak cukup for you to kenal me and for me to kenal you. I ain't saying our friendship ends here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you can go on and copy paste all those dalils and hadiths here about jangan-putuskan-friendship yada yada yada cause you're so pro at it and I shan't argue more)&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm saying let's take a step back and reflect. Things happen for a reason and looking back at what happened, I can conclude that we're not compatible enough. Perhaps, we shouldn't be too close in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear you, if you see me anywhere in the near future, I promise I won't avoid you as though I don't know you or as though you don't exist. But everytime I look at you, I will always be reminded of the scar you've left behind and for that I shall just smile and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'm done? Oh no, hold on. Just a paragraph&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or two)&lt;/span&gt; more. Disappointed after reading this? Tiba-tiba rasa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kenapa-Nir-kurang-ajar-sangat-ni?&lt;/span&gt; Or tiba-tiba rasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ringannya-tangan-nak-tampar-Nir? &lt;/span&gt;Oh~ I'm equally disappointed as well. Disappointed in you. Beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont do this on a daily basis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ranting my heart out like nobody's business unlike that someone who posted everything on blog, one heart wrenching post after another) &lt;/span&gt;and I don't want to dwell on this matter anymore because it's not going to be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...&lt;br /&gt;Nir mintak maaf dari hujung rambut sampai ke hujung kaki andai kata awak sakit hati tahap gaban baca entry ni. Sesungguhnya I'm one of those&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'selfish' &lt;/span&gt;people yang kadang-kadang cakap sesuatu tanpa memikirkan perasaan orang lain. But this will be the last, I promise. Dont bother looking for me cause I won't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kalam, may Allah bless you my dear. May Allah make things easier for you. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Second chances they don't even matter people never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6193334747034681265?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6193334747034681265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/may-he-guide-us-all.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6193334747034681265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6193334747034681265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/may-he-guide-us-all.html' title='May He guide us all'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sowCWBek_LY/TpgZty8USOI/AAAAAAAAGdA/js9ta6spZ-4/s72-c/tumblr_loyoxf9XGM1qbzitvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-7831529355519885429</id><published>2011-10-09T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:28:47.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it all or nothing at all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzV2JIoQJ3o/TpF9ibrNwnI/AAAAAAAAGc4/kvAcmc7CBqI/s1600/tumblr_lr5dcqhFMK1qazstso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzV2JIoQJ3o/TpF9ibrNwnI/AAAAAAAAGc4/kvAcmc7CBqI/s320/tumblr_lr5dcqhFMK1qazstso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661444237079462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you're going through the toughest period in life, you'll realise you're not alone. Subhanallah. I'm blessed to have a supportive ibu, an understanding abang, caring sisters and awesome friends. Hamdan lillah. I love all of you. Every single one of you ♥ Ukhuwah fillah abadan abada insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nir dah masuk hibernation mode. Will only be online once a week, insya Allah. Laptop nak campak dalam gaung. Don't miss me when I'm gone. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: You know I'd fight for you but how can I fight for someone who isn't even there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-7831529355519885429?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/7831529355519885429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-all-or-nothing-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7831529355519885429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/7831529355519885429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-all-or-nothing-at-all.html' title='Is it all or nothing at all?'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzV2JIoQJ3o/TpF9ibrNwnI/AAAAAAAAGc4/kvAcmc7CBqI/s72-c/tumblr_lr5dcqhFMK1qazstso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5117209284792596545</id><published>2011-10-08T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:10:51.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my clean record</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/-KxdzkN8UFsk/TpAd_5wsz2I/AAAAAAAAGcw/RqftCMGyJ44/s1600/tumblr_ls1mcb07Kw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KxdzkN8UFsk/TpAd_5wsz2I/AAAAAAAAGcw/RqftCMGyJ44/s320/tumblr_ls1mcb07Kw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661057715278761826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And who do you think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running round leaving scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And tearing love apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jar of Heart currently on repeat mode. Sorry for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo-and-vague&lt;/span&gt; posts lately. Kalau terasa, bagus. Kalau tak terasa, nampak sah it's not meant for you love (; Now I'm determined to move on and stay focused. Thirty one more days to my 'big day'. Insya Allah kheir. May Allah bless all of us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (including you, yes I'll pray for you)&lt;/span&gt;, insya Allah. Hwaiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: So don't come back for me, who do you think you are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5117209284792596545?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5117209284792596545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-goes-my-clean-record.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5117209284792596545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5117209284792596545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-goes-my-clean-record.html' title='There goes my clean record'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KxdzkN8UFsk/TpAd_5wsz2I/AAAAAAAAGcw/RqftCMGyJ44/s72-c/tumblr_ls1mcb07Kw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4240929557998520112</id><published>2011-10-08T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T03:10:16.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you just realized what I just realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wc-gqEeaj70/To9GyVZ7hxI/AAAAAAAAGco/YHzilFxWdyY/s1600/tumblr_lpcor771pH1qaobbko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wc-gqEeaj70/To9GyVZ7hxI/AAAAAAAAGco/YHzilFxWdyY/s320/tumblr_lpcor771pH1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660821087181309714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's no need to explain. There's no need to defend myself. I never lied but if you have the slightest doubt in me, shame on you then. I trusted you wholeheartedly. I didn't expect this in return. For He is my witness. Don't you dare question my honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak, tak marah. Cuma kecewa, itu saja. To think again, I dont even understand why I'm dragged in this situation. I've nothing to do with the conflict in the first place &gt;.&lt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: You can keep talking but baby I'm walking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4240929557998520112?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4240929557998520112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-just-realized-what-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4240929557998520112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4240929557998520112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-just-realized-what-i-just.html' title='If you just realized what I just realized'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wc-gqEeaj70/To9GyVZ7hxI/AAAAAAAAGco/YHzilFxWdyY/s72-c/tumblr_lpcor771pH1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-9188486822476221989</id><published>2011-10-05T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:32:53.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You weren't worth the wait, now were you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIEW4HtEcpA/Toxph0VZ-II/AAAAAAAAGcY/vS1Pl2XkleY/s1600/tumblr_lqdiiaO1Lf1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIEW4HtEcpA/Toxph0VZ-II/AAAAAAAAGcY/vS1Pl2XkleY/s320/tumblr_lqdiiaO1Lf1qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660014861402896514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current craving: Yong Tau Foo.&lt;br /&gt;Current addiction: 2NE1 Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am-gonna-cry-anytime-soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep early tonight. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: How can I make believe that you don't deceive? :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-9188486822476221989?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/9188486822476221989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-werent-worth-wait-now-were-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/9188486822476221989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/9188486822476221989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-werent-worth-wait-now-were-you.html' title='You weren&apos;t worth the wait, now were you?'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIEW4HtEcpA/Toxph0VZ-II/AAAAAAAAGcY/vS1Pl2XkleY/s72-c/tumblr_lqdiiaO1Lf1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1571123012095988547</id><published>2011-10-03T18:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:08:47.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, you're so 'one' in a million</title><content type='html'>Salam readers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Qees out yesterday cause I needed to get something from Daiso. Initial plan was to meet after asar but we end up meeting around six plus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(janji melayu, macam biasa jugak)&lt;/span&gt;. Managed to grab a few boxes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for storage and decoration purposes yay!),&lt;/span&gt; cork board &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for post-it notes)&lt;/span&gt; and finally bought a duster for my keyboard. Been wanting that since like forever. And the best thing is? Everything's sold at just two bucks. Every. Single. Thing. Like seriously :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNgvsTHjMoA/TomT6qP-OxI/AAAAAAAAGb4/L5yHSCiXd-g/s1600/P03-10-11_17.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNgvsTHjMoA/TomT6qP-OxI/AAAAAAAAGb4/L5yHSCiXd-g/s320/P03-10-11_17.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659217042750716690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-9Guu_AR3I/TomT6mDsuBI/AAAAAAAAGcA/5XoUQ7vdtYs/s1600/P03-10-11_17.38%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-9Guu_AR3I/TomT6mDsuBI/AAAAAAAAGcA/5XoUQ7vdtYs/s320/P03-10-11_17.38%255B01%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659217041625495570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKxOUlUZ0AQ/TomT7CL3kXI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/z7HKKU-2aqI/s1600/P03-10-11_17.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKxOUlUZ0AQ/TomT7CL3kXI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/z7HKKU-2aqI/s320/P03-10-11_17.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659217049175953778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I were to buy these boxes at Artbox, it would probably cost me around five to six bucks each. Ikea sells these boxes at three ninety. But the designs at Ikea &amp;amp; Artbox are limited. Very plain and mundane. But Daiso punya designs lawa gila kannn. I totally love the pink box. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pengsan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And the cork board kat popular costs four ninety okay. I did my survey. It's cheaper at Daiso. And the keyboard duster? It's quite ex if I were to order at GMarket. Plus shipping cost lagi. Baik tak payah. Therefore my point is? Pegi Daiso la! Daiso for the win! Serious bargain, especially for orang-orang perangai cheapo like me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my initial plan was to mug with Im after doing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; shopping cause dah almost two weeks tak mug. Yes despite exam dah habis, told you I've another lap to go. So I still have to study. But Im wanted to have a break and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; at Teh Tarik after maghrib. We, the netball girls, always have dinner there after trainings. But someway somehow sejak kita gantung bib, we made Teh Tarik our port to meet and catch up. Teeheee. Pari, Ha and Ficky couldn't make it so there were only Im, Qees, AZ, Nadya and myself. Otherwise mesti lagi fun. Too bad Pari, we ate the cheese fries for you already. Siapa suruh last minute kensel. Mentang-mentang~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Sticks out tongue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCuYxLJl5S4/TomT6zBpW4I/AAAAAAAAGcI/ynsAsawyToo/s1600/P02-10-11_20.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vCuYxLJl5S4/TomT6zBpW4I/AAAAAAAAGcI/ynsAsawyToo/s320/P02-10-11_20.19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659217045106547586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had cheese prata yay! And milo dinosaur &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I should've bought milo godzilla hahaha). &lt;/span&gt;Been craving for that since like forever. The last time I went Teh Tarik was few months back with Aiyu, Sak, Qees and Im. Cheese prata was sold out at that time. So yay hamdan lillah it's my rezeki (: Too bad for Im though. Chocolate prata is still unavailable. This is the second time she went there and it's sold out. Buat sendiri sudah la Im. Letak Hershey's, hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sixteen again every time I hang out with my girls. Seriously. Okay wait maybe not sixteen. I feel even younger than that, keke. So immature. We laugh at stupid jokes that only we understand. Sometimes we don't even have to say a word, we just have to exchange glances and we already know what we're thinking about. I feel real when I'm with them. Not that now I feel fake la but because I was stuck in the same school with them for ten years, they know me inside out already. There's nothing I can hide. I've seen ruined friendships because nobody made an effort to stay. But I'm glad we constantly arrange meet ups every now and then despite being in different institutions just to ensure we remain contactable and as close as ever. That's why I love you girls. Every single one of you. Because you know me too well. And I can't afford to lose you all. Say awwwwwh please! (':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Entah apa-apa entah tetiba senti&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentel *Sepak muka sendiri*&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Okie dokie, it's almost seven. I've to go for now. Take care, all! Have a blessed week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Because there's no Bambinas without us, that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1571123012095988547?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1571123012095988547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls-youre-so-one-in-million.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1571123012095988547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1571123012095988547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls-youre-so-one-in-million.html' title='Girls, you&apos;re so &apos;one&apos; in a million'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNgvsTHjMoA/TomT6qP-OxI/AAAAAAAAGb4/L5yHSCiXd-g/s72-c/P03-10-11_17.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-123159423922428836</id><published>2011-10-02T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T04:06:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing else I can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSHyylTS7G8/TodmL-FUnqI/AAAAAAAAGbg/__j5EuJYyFw/s1600/tumblr_lh93h3oX1s1qc6czfo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSHyylTS7G8/TodmL-FUnqI/AAAAAAAAGbg/__j5EuJYyFw/s320/tumblr_lh93h3oX1s1qc6czfo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658603812644232866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Glad we talked things out. I guess I feel better. And I hope you're feeling better too. Just so you know, if you need anything I'll be here. Insya Allah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelangi ♥&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/8255787500026300236-123159423922428836?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/123159423922428836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/123159423922428836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/123159423922428836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='There&apos;s nothing else I can say'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSHyylTS7G8/TodmL-FUnqI/AAAAAAAAGbg/__j5EuJYyFw/s72-c/tumblr_lh93h3oX1s1qc6czfo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-1473637996002239723</id><published>2011-10-01T13:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T03:29:05.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the world loves you, that's why :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVfNxNoI3Jk/TodoMjO1BkI/AAAAAAAAGbw/3S1VEOsEAk4/s1600/296916_2279205852165_1009327474_32162128_1795303695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbtnSxtsMmA/Toa-_F6MD1I/AAAAAAAAGbQ/Ymu4dc3qYaM/s1600/tumblr_l7vczuQ5rO1qaobbko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbtnSxtsMmA/Toa-_F6MD1I/AAAAAAAAGbQ/Ymu4dc3qYaM/s320/tumblr_l7vczuQ5rO1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658419972964880210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone complained that my blog is too private nowadays. Too much anonymity. I don't post the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today-I-went-to-yada-yada-yada...."&lt;/span&gt; kind of posts anymore. Hahaha. Okay so here goes a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper-tak-anonymous-kind-of-entry&lt;/span&gt; as requested. Puas hati? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Entry edited - Start]&lt;br /&gt;Dah request orang buat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not-so-anonymous-entry&lt;/span&gt;, dia request gambar pulak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Smack forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since I found a few photos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (yang tak nampak my face pun hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt; I shall upload them here yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;[Entry edited - End]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qees asked me to meet her at three o'clock yesterday. But then I texted her saying I'll be late. Malas nak datang siang cause I didn't plan to play. Just nak datang tengok what, heh. I stepped out of the house after asar. Called Qees asking where's she and who's there but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Qees, where you? Siapa ada kat court?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qees: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halooo Nir! Guess what? I'm at hoooooome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Jaw drop gila punya. It's like what, four thirty already and she's still at home? Hahaha!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qees: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm taking a cab. Want me to pick you up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perangai gila kan kan kan. Smack forehead moment betul. Keluar dengan Qees forever naik cab. Well yeah I asked her to come pick me up la since she said she belanja tambang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Mengambil kesempatan sungguh keke*&lt;/span&gt; We reached the court around five or so. Ngeeee rindunya court! Ahhh~ Dah lama tak jumpa budak-budak ni. Ter-eksaited kejap! Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I didn't want to play cause I wasn't properly attired. Was wearing skirt and pumps. Macammana nak lari kan. But Qees ditched me and played so I had to rot at the side alone watching them :( Jealous gilaaaaa. So I end up playing as well during the second game. Sungguh la buat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perangai-budak-anyhow-whack-rules. *Muka innocent* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qees, Im and myself were in the same team. Yay! Wah seriously lama gila the three of us tak main together in one team. Okey plus a few other juniors yang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sungguh-macam-tak-pernah-nampak dan tak-tau-nama&lt;/span&gt; so bila nak panggil I just called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sini weh!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Belakang beb!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just-stop-and-stare &lt;/span&gt;at them to mintak bola. Hahaha. We call ourselves team budak-tudung-biasa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I heard Dee said we're budak-tudung-pesen-2009 hahaha) &lt;/span&gt;whereas our opponent was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; budak-tudung-shawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd6ufldiGpo/TodoMQMPWQI/AAAAAAAAGbo/1n0LACS9jlw/s1600/296838_2279203052095_1009327474_32162119_637667213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd6ufldiGpo/TodoMQMPWQI/AAAAAAAAGbo/1n0LACS9jlw/s320/296838_2279203052095_1009327474_32162119_637667213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658606016528341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVfNxNoI3Jk/TodoMjO1BkI/AAAAAAAAGbw/3S1VEOsEAk4/s1600/296916_2279205852165_1009327474_32162128_1795303695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVfNxNoI3Jk/TodoMjO1BkI/AAAAAAAAGbw/3S1VEOsEAk4/s320/296916_2279205852165_1009327474_32162128_1795303695_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658606021639472706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're smart you'll figure out which one is me. Kekeke. Anyways. I'm impressed with our juniors cause they're so awesome la can? Ayiin and Nadiah remind me of Im and Ayie. Perfect GA/GS pair. Dee reminds me of Sak. Defend me so good le. I couldn't really run cause I was wearing skirt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(banyak la alasan) &lt;/span&gt;but truthfully she's a good defender. Mary's shooting gets better and better. And the other juniors &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wallahua'lam-tak-tahu-nama&lt;/span&gt; punya shooting pun accurate (Y) IMG Netball next year kita angkat okey? Gold please! Ameen Insya Allah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what's the final score though cause I had to leave halfway. I was super late already. Supposed to leave by six but when I checked the watch it was already six twenty five. Tuu lah, best sangat main sampai tak perasan time. I've class at seven forty five and the journey from netball court to Muhajirin Mosque takes like, forever? An hour or so. Sedihnyaaaa. Janji nak makan yong tau foo dengan Qees pun terpaksa burn. Haish. Next time maybe, insya Allah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quranabic session was awesome, hamdan lillah. I'll blog about it in a separate post when I've the time too. I've to go for now. Body is aching like nobody's business. Padah main netball tak warm up dulu. Boohoo! Nevertheless I had a really good time yesterday. How about you? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I'm done. Salam! Have a blessed weekend insya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Because the world loves y'all eh girls? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-1473637996002239723?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/1473637996002239723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/because-world-loves-you-thats-why-p.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1473637996002239723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/1473637996002239723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/10/because-world-loves-you-thats-why-p.html' title='Because the world loves you, that&apos;s why :P'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbtnSxtsMmA/Toa-_F6MD1I/AAAAAAAAGbQ/Ymu4dc3qYaM/s72-c/tumblr_l7vczuQ5rO1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-3115085891810545305</id><published>2011-09-30T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:14:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the heart</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/-c8XpAd9BLcg/ToSfI6GoCRI/AAAAAAAAGbI/infAfEW0nes/s1600/304784_1559073274704_1771440972_813230_1394151013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8XpAd9BLcg/ToSfI6GoCRI/AAAAAAAAGbI/infAfEW0nes/s320/304784_1559073274704_1771440972_813230_1394151013_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657822007269001490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell them all I know now, shout it from the rooftop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Write it on the skyline, all we had is gone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell them I was happy, and my heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the scars are open&lt;br /&gt;Tell them what I hoped would be impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song is on repeat since like forever and I don't know why. Haha. Tiba-tiba rasa lagu ni macam sedap. Padahal lagu lama =.= Sungguh la. Bicara tentang hati dan perasaan tak semudah mengira bintang di langit malam - if you know what I mean. Let's leave it all to Him shall we? The only thing we can do is wait. Insya Allah. Kheir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven :(&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/8255787500026300236-3115085891810545305?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/3115085891810545305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/matters-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3115085891810545305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/3115085891810545305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the heart'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8XpAd9BLcg/ToSfI6GoCRI/AAAAAAAAGbI/infAfEW0nes/s72-c/304784_1559073274704_1771440972_813230_1394151013_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6219884375077616853</id><published>2011-09-29T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:36:37.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for netball yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khsbbBDn9KA/ToSbdrsAbNI/AAAAAAAAGbA/j_zEB1m_SAY/s1600/tumblr_l90yktCKwS1qzleu4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khsbbBDn9KA/ToSbdrsAbNI/AAAAAAAAGbA/j_zEB1m_SAY/s320/tumblr_l90yktCKwS1qzleu4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657817966129999058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qees texted me the other day asking if I'd like to turun watch our juniors' netball training session tomorrow. Since class ends early, I said yes. Banyak la nak 'watch'. Padahal Qees just wanted to lepak since she's having her term break right now, she didn't know what to do and currently sedang happily unemployed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Seriously makcik, pi carik keje la! Nanti gumok!)&lt;/span&gt; Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully it's been awhile since I last jejak masuk court. I kinda miss the ball, the pole and the net. And the netballers, of course. There used to be Im, AZ, Asy, Ayie, Bedah, Aiyu, Sak, Qees and Fad. We used to burn our Friday afternoons running around the court like maniacs. Doing endless ball work and footwork. Kena tengking sebab tak tangkap bola, kena marah sebab tak defend betul-betul, kena lari keliling court sebab tak jaga stepping, kena buli jadi ball picker and the list goes on and on. Penat memang penat. Tapi fun to the max. The strong bond we forged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ I miss those days, those times. Now everyone's everywhere. Some dah ditch netball for other games. Some dah totally tak involved dan tak kuasa nak main. I myself have already hanged my WA bib last year. In August, or was it September. Can't really recall. Never had a decent game ever since. My stamina has deteriorated I guess. I probably can't even last playing two consecutive quarters. *Smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why but I've got the sudden urge to run these days.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Rasa macam nak lari jauh-jauh. Lari dari siapa? Lari dari apa? Only Allah knows. Haish.&lt;/span&gt;) Okey abaikan statement tuh. Anyways. I doubt that I can play tomorrow though. Cause I've to go Muhajirin Mosque right after netball. I can't possibly barge in the mosque in my sports attire right, heh. Oh yes speaking of which, I'm totally hyped for tomorrow's Quranabic session yay! Humy and Fiddy are coming with me insya Allah. Hope we'll have a good time there, teehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie. I'm done for now. Salam alaikum. May Allah bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6219884375077616853?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6219884375077616853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-for-netball-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6219884375077616853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6219884375077616853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-for-netball-yay.html' title='Time for netball yay!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khsbbBDn9KA/ToSbdrsAbNI/AAAAAAAAGbA/j_zEB1m_SAY/s72-c/tumblr_l90yktCKwS1qzleu4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2796253745337040949</id><published>2011-09-27T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:33:18.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Boss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7D02-kEuhA/ToHvYJHX7JI/AAAAAAAAGa4/R3t8xw4IGEc/s1600/yes-boss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7D02-kEuhA/ToHvYJHX7JI/AAAAAAAAGa4/R3t8xw4IGEc/s320/yes-boss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657065804996799634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Current read Yes Boss! by Areila Sahimi. Proper review nanti la kalau rajin keke. I still owe Ahmd Ibrhm's Merah &amp; Mia review. Yeah I finally khatam buku yang super tipis tuh teehee. I've quite a number of books waiting to be read but I dunno nak baca apa after Eila's book. I have Zahrah De Tigris, Labyrinth and Alahai Jijah. Which one should I read first eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mendak-est&lt;/span&gt; entry ever, if you know what I mean. I've lost interest in blogging somehow. Or maybe that's just because nothing interesting happened to me these past few days. Okey tipu. My last weekend was da bomb la but I just have nothing to blog about. It was just the mundane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today-I-went-to-yada-yada-yada-with-yada-yada-yada&lt;/span&gt; and nobody would even bother reading. I don't bother typing either, actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already twelve midnight and I've got class in the morning. Toodles for now. Sorry for wasting five minutes of your life reading this piece of entry. Goodnight everyone! Barakallahu feek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2796253745337040949?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2796253745337040949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2796253745337040949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2796253745337040949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-boss.html' title='Yes, Boss!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7D02-kEuhA/ToHvYJHX7JI/AAAAAAAAGa4/R3t8xw4IGEc/s72-c/yes-boss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5928707186656672360</id><published>2011-09-25T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:12:39.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All praises to Allah</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/-thoK3O8vBEQ/Tn4Nw2I2MmI/AAAAAAAAGas/hrCd3s_EOB0/s1600/tumblr_loaq8wAY6B1qduhb4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thoK3O8vBEQ/Tn4Nw2I2MmI/AAAAAAAAGas/hrCd3s_EOB0/s320/tumblr_loaq8wAY6B1qduhb4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655973314841424482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life's a bliss these days. Enough said. Hamdan lillah.&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/8255787500026300236-5928707186656672360?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5928707186656672360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-praises-to-allah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5928707186656672360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5928707186656672360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-praises-to-allah.html' title='All praises to Allah'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thoK3O8vBEQ/Tn4Nw2I2MmI/AAAAAAAAGas/hrCd3s_EOB0/s72-c/tumblr_loaq8wAY6B1qduhb4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-960913699942559364</id><published>2011-09-22T00:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:45:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a chill pill, relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iefk9OPcyJ0/TnoTjMhn6wI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/fRLSFZJFx4U/s1600/tumblr_ldtsdh0ekT1qa1iu0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iefk9OPcyJ0/TnoTjMhn6wI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/fRLSFZJFx4U/s320/tumblr_ldtsdh0ekT1qa1iu0o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654853777495681794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a brighter note, exam officially ends today. Hamdan lillah. Honestly, it's not really time for celebration cause this just means I'm one step closer to grad. And the thought somehow scares me. Nonetheless I need a break before I start mugging for the last lap. Catch up session with Qees and Ha tomorrow. It's been awhile since we last have a decent conversation and a proper chat. Dinner at 18 chefs insya Allah. Cheese baked rice, I'm coming for you! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-960913699942559364?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/960913699942559364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/take-chill-pill-relax.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/960913699942559364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/960913699942559364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/take-chill-pill-relax.html' title='Take a chill pill, relax'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iefk9OPcyJ0/TnoTjMhn6wI/AAAAAAAAGZ4/fRLSFZJFx4U/s72-c/tumblr_ldtsdh0ekT1qa1iu0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4247785223782799435</id><published>2011-09-21T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:36:10.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc9CimG8Qbs/TnoR6aIR2GI/AAAAAAAAGZw/OSbZufRL6ro/s1600/tumblr_lmoejayjfB1qkvdkno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc9CimG8Qbs/TnoR6aIR2GI/AAAAAAAAGZw/OSbZufRL6ro/s320/tumblr_lmoejayjfB1qkvdkno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654851977261209698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been praying hard every single day during the month of Ramadhan. What did I pray for, you may ask? Well, I'd be lying if I say I didn't ask for good grades, a blessed life and the list goes on and on. But there was one thing I really really really wanted - to meet ayah, though just in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it, I was uber disappointed cause up until Hari Raya, I still didn't dream of him. But I can't do anything what, it's not like I can control my dreams or something. But you see, I didn't lose hope. I continued praying hard. Cause I know He will never turn down our wishes for He answers our prayers in 3 ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He says YES and gives it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He says NO and gives you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He says WAIT and gives you the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. I waited patiently and I had the sweetest dream last night. Ayah appeared in my dreams and it was just me and him. I remember talking, laughing and smiling. I saw everything. I heard everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ten months since you've been gone, ayah. And the truth is my heart aches every single time I think about you. But I'm doing good hamdan lillah. I'm stronger as each day passes by. I'm coping well without you here. We all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we hope you're doing fine down there too. Ameen insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah. May Allah bless you :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4247785223782799435?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4247785223782799435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-youre-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4247785223782799435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4247785223782799435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-youre-gone.html' title='When you&apos;re gone'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc9CimG8Qbs/TnoR6aIR2GI/AAAAAAAAGZw/OSbZufRL6ro/s72-c/tumblr_lmoejayjfB1qkvdkno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2346905395617047768</id><published>2011-09-20T14:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:31:10.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia yang kunikahi ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZMemhxSEZw/TnhIPZFMOtI/AAAAAAAAGZo/6b1i0YDEi2c/s1600/DiayangKunikahi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZMemhxSEZw/TnhIPZFMOtI/AAAAAAAAGZo/6b1i0YDEi2c/s320/DiayangKunikahi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654348761431554770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam alaikum. Firstly I'd like to apologise cause I know I was supposed to review DYK last weekend. I wasn't really busy. I just didn't have the luxury of time to post long entries. So since I've some time to spare now, here goes a proper update (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Dia Yang Kunikahi (DYK in short) two weeks ago. Honestly speaking if I don't know the author, I don't think I'm going to read it. Because firstly, the author is a male. And I think I've mentioned this in one of my previous posts, I've something against male authors haha. But then again on a second thought, DYK's tagline kinda ignite my interest: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kita berpisah kerana Allah&lt;/span&gt;. And the cover is very nice. I'm a sucker for cute/nice/pretty book covers, by the way. Though people always say don't judge a book by it's cover, I'm the kind who will take a book based on it's cover actually, heh (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I read proper malay novels. As in, yang betul-betul melayu. I can't recall what was the last malay book I read before DYK. Most probably it was Pingu's Ada &amp;amp; Evan. Ada &amp;amp; Evan isn't full malay. So you see, memang lama gila dah tak baca buku yang bangsa melayu habis punya. And hence, I hope that explains why I sort of merangkak reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to proper review. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eh anyways I don't really 'review' pun. Lagau je apa yang rasa nak taip. Heh.) &lt;/span&gt;Basically DYK ni tentang this guy nama dia Adam Johari. In my eyes dia sangat alim plus warak tahap ulama. You might say I'm exaggerating but that's what I honestly thought. He's just so into tarbiyah, halaqah, etc. Going to people's house to tadabbur al-Quraan. Macam, whoa. So alim la this man. Wonder if such guy really exists. Macam susah nak jumpa. Kalau ada pun one in a million, confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he isn't perfect lah. He has his own sejarah silam. Sejarah silam with this girl nama dia Nasuha. And he has to face this dilemma of his parents trying to kenen-kenenkan dia with Aisyah, his childhood best friend. Apparently he can't get over Nasuha but he couldn't find where in the world she is. Lepas tu...Okey nak tahu lebih lanjut sila baca sendiri. I don't intend to summarise the whole book eh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I personally like about the book? It's two in one - there's unsur dakwah untuk reminder and there's love story&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (berlandaskan syariat la)&lt;/span&gt; to lighten things up. Sejujurnya rasa macam baca buku agama sebab banyak gila tazkirah in there. When I say banyak gila, I really mean it. There's quite a number of babs the author wrote just for the sake of tazkirah, I think. I remember there's one bab about these two girls talking about nak keluar date with a guy masa diorang tengah cuci baju or something. And then this Nasuha girl came over just to advise them that it's not good to keluar berdua-duaan dengan lelaki yada yada yada. And these two watak never muncul again. You get my point. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ending is....haha. Different people, different perception. I've read elsewhere saying that the ending is unpredictable. But because I've predicted an unpredictable ending, the ending becomes predictable. Faham tak? Somehow macam dah boleh agak la apa jadi last-last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do not like about the book? Haha. Cuma satu je. Adam Johari sangat mengada-ngada tahap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minta-kena-cekik-sampai-putus-nafas.&lt;/span&gt; Sangat demanding, especially when it comes to his jodoh. Nak sangat produk siap. I totally roll eyes at this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Saya tak mahu gadis-gadis yang macam Qistina Azra. Tidak bijak menjaga pergaulan. Dan tidak rasa bersalah menzahirkan kecantikan diri."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dey, if you want that kind of girl, go find at bawah tempurung or pesantren and pinang la. I wonder his definition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'tidak bijak menjaga pergaulan'&lt;/span&gt; though. Is she supposed to be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katak-bawah-tempurung&lt;/span&gt; kind of girl who doesn't socialize and avoid men at all costs? I doubt it's possible la, in today's context especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of girl, you've got to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;kind of man. The fact that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ambik-cuti-because-nak-teman-Aisyah-go-temu-duga&lt;/span&gt; kind of tarnish his name in my book somehow. Maaflah. I know nobody's perfect. But he wants the perfect girl. So...isn't he supposed to be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah, terkutuk budak Adam Johari ni pulak. Kalaulah dia orang, dah lama dah kena jumpa pi minta maaf. Free je dapat dosa. Haha. But put Adam Johari aside - the rest is (Y) Though DYK lacked humor, I think the tazkirahs managed to compensate the loop hole la. It's a DaBOM book anyways. Dakwah-Buat-Orang-Muda. What do you expect? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To readers, you would probably buy this book if you want something light - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takde watak jahat tahap melampau macam dalam sinetron Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;, something very agama-ish - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has benefited me hamdan lillah, I' m pretty sure it will benefit you as well insya Allah&lt;/span&gt; and something yang tak banyak pergolakan emosi - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except for the ending where you go =.= or :O or \O/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan risau, it's a happy ending, I can say. Who in the world doesn't like happy endings kan? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, ten thumbs up to Mr Iqbal Syarie untuk DYK. I'll be waiting for Awan Diana next(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2346905395617047768?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2346905395617047768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/dia-yang-kunikahi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2346905395617047768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2346905395617047768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/dia-yang-kunikahi.html' title='Dia yang kunikahi ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZMemhxSEZw/TnhIPZFMOtI/AAAAAAAAGZo/6b1i0YDEi2c/s72-c/DiayangKunikahi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6976193563100365637</id><published>2011-09-17T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T02:25:22.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you'd probably want to know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owDfNaQ-e7o/TzAbBKKO39I/AAAAAAAAGyc/4H9uE15E_4k/s1600/Nirrosetteeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owDfNaQ-e7o/TzAbBKKO39I/AAAAAAAAGyc/4H9uE15E_4k/s320/Nirrosetteeeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706090434599509970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the list of Frequently Asked Questions(FAQ) you'd probably want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How do I pronounce Nirrosette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy peasy. Nir-Ro-Zet. Kalau agak-agak nak tergeliat lidah sebut Ro-Zet tuh, Nir in short is fine (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Maksud Nirrosette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nir -&lt;/span&gt; The name I go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosette &lt;/span&gt;- Roses&lt;br /&gt;I love roses and hence the name (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Nama betul penulis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panggil saya Nir is enough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Umur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's just put it this way shall we? I'm a young adult! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Marital status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and unavailable please hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Betul ke Nirrosette ni dari Singapura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Angguk sungguh-sungguh* &lt;/span&gt;Mata awak tak tipu, memang apa yang ditulis di belakang kulit buku Ikhlas A.K! tu betul. Memang saya si manis dari Singapura. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Manis sangat lah tu, *muntah darah hahaha*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Pelajar atau bekerja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm an intern in a secondary school as an assistant teacher, teaching Malay and Geography(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Mana belajar cakap arab? Memang orang arab atau....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang orang arab.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Perasan lah sangat cheh* &lt;/span&gt;Pernah belajar di madrasah dulu, jujur saya katakan saya tak fluent sangat sebenarnya. Saya tak cakap arab macam air. Yang basic tu saya tau lah, kalau higher order punya vocab....kirim salam je k. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Ikhlas A.K! novel pertama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama yuppy yup dan insya Allah bukan yang terakhir. Doakan semoga ada novel kedua dan ketiga yang akan menyusul. Ameeeen!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Inche Ilham, stay with me please!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Mana dapat idea tulis watak Adam Khalis dan Nur Kaseh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilham turun dari langit la, hehe. Okey obviously ilham datang dari Dia kan. Keke. Hmm, on a serious note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam Khalis: &lt;/span&gt;Potrayal of someone whom I'd like to be with someday. Adam isn't perfect in my eyes. He has his own weaknesses here and there.  I ain't all that either. I don't deserve someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alim-tahap-ulama &lt;/span&gt;kind of guy. And hence, A.K was born! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nur Kaseh Kaisara:&lt;/span&gt; Potrayal of our society today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not trying to generalise but I'm writing based on what I observe, though Kaseh punya case a little bit extreme la, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;.  Islam pada nama tapi langsung tak practice apa yang Islam ajarkan. It's either they're being ignorant, atau mungkin, they're just naive. Wallahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I'm Adam and Kaseh here and there. I'm Faiz, Dani and to a certain extent maybe Husna, Aiman and Syera. I write based on experience. Mine and those around me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Bila nak publish novel kedua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ni insya Allah! Doakan Nir okey! Moga dipermudahkan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the FAQs. Ada lagi soalan? Sila angkat tangan kalau ada. Hahahahahaha. Saya akan cuba jawab, bila ada kesempatan. Hehe. I will update this page from time to time accordingly yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nirrosette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6976193563100365637?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6976193563100365637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-youd-probably-want-to-know-about.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6976193563100365637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6976193563100365637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-youd-probably-want-to-know-about.html' title='Things you&apos;d probably want to know about me'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owDfNaQ-e7o/TzAbBKKO39I/AAAAAAAAGyc/4H9uE15E_4k/s72-c/Nirrosetteeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-744200236794693754</id><published>2011-09-16T01:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T02:03:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love letter dari dia ♥</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/-06sSq8A52Ig/TnI7LfV8NVI/AAAAAAAAGZY/Tc3sxCpZl2g/s1600/quartet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06sSq8A52Ig/TnI7LfV8NVI/AAAAAAAAGZY/Tc3sxCpZl2g/s320/quartet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652645550881518930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sudikah kiranya...mengikat janji bersamaku?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sungguh la. Quartet by Saidatul Saffaa makes me cair tahap tak ingat. The letter is longer than this actually, I wanted to type the whole thing out but apparently ada copyright issues karang tak pasal-pasal JS saman pulak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Padahal actually if I'm not under JS I would have selamba-ly extract the whole thing out and post it here, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally fell in love with the letter. If anyone, ever, write such thing for me, I'd probably pengsan. Koma. Pitam.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Pingu, you're good at this. I've ran out of vocab :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Perasan je, you're not Misa or Bella, Nir. Bilal takde nak tulis macam tuh for you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you walk together with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To where?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jannah.♥"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Terlalu manis overshot gula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Kerana sesungguhnya hati kita, Dia yang pegang (:&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/8255787500026300236-744200236794693754?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/744200236794693754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-letter-dari-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/744200236794693754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/744200236794693754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-letter-dari-dia.html' title='Love letter dari dia ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06sSq8A52Ig/TnI7LfV8NVI/AAAAAAAAGZY/Tc3sxCpZl2g/s72-c/quartet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6691507688692667370</id><published>2011-09-15T13:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:32:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you miss me, that's why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv1FirDBBU4/TnGXbgpD2nI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/iG8oLUb6QHI/s1600/tumblr_ljfvcaC7T11qga8tmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv1FirDBBU4/TnGXbgpD2nI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/iG8oLUb6QHI/s320/tumblr_ljfvcaC7T11qga8tmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652465506201098866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam readers. Fingers itching to blog today. Been awhile since I last blogged. Miss me or not? Better say yes *ugut*, hahaha. Since I've got some time to spare, here's an update(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with exams for the first week. Though I'm pretty sure I totally screwed up yesterday's papers, I think there's a lesson to be learnt. Tolong jangan gatal tidur pukul empat pagi kalau tahu ada paper karang pukul lapan. Memang cari nahas. Taubat tak buat lagi, sungguh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Plan untuk duduk diam bertapa dalam gua kinda failed. Though I mugged like nobody's business &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sort of)&lt;/span&gt;, I still managed to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Khatam Iqbal Syarie's DYK on Saturday. Or was it on Sunday. I can't recall. Proper review coming up soon, insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hit the library and found Saidatul Saffa's Quartet, Ahmd Ibrhm's Merah &amp;amp; Mia as well as Dihsar Ludba Haqifa's Alahai Jijah. Was tempted to read but up until now...masih untouched. Though sempat belek-belek Ahmd Ibrhm's novel cause it's quite thin and I thought I could finish it within an hour but I end up reading only the first few chapters. After exams, I will khatam (; Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and shout out to Ahmd Ibrhm. Big congratulations to you, straight As for trial ke apa! \O/ Alhamdulillah! I'm so happy for you la, brader! *Salutes* (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Met Nin on Tuesday to pass her Ikhlas A.K! She's having her term break now so boleh lah harap dia khatamkan buku tuh and review asap. Perangai tak senonoh paksa orang baca, lol. We end up lepak-ing at Food Culture munching on cheese fries and just reminisce the old days. I had a good time, a good laugh. I miss my primary and secondary school days, somehow. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we waked past this new shoe shop so we decided to go in. And we had this epic conversation, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my gaaaaaa~ This is naise! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ambek kasut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nin: How much?&lt;br /&gt;Me: $16.90.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Pauses* *Belek-belek tag on the kasut* *Gasps*&lt;/span&gt; Oh my! It's freaking 69 ringgit seh! So ex!&lt;br /&gt;Nin: So, nak beli ke tak ni?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Put back the shoes on the rack* &lt;/span&gt;Nevermind lah. So ex. I don't need them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nin: =.= Nir, just in case if you forget, you're buying in sing dollars. Not ringgit. Yang mahal tu sana. Bukan sini, tau.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whutttt! Perli aku ke makcik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Hahaha. But it was really epic when she said that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'You're buying in sing dollars, not ringgit.'&lt;/span&gt; She gave me that look as though I really didn't know I'm supposed to pay in which currency. But again, my Everlast sneakers is still fine, intact. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, I wear sneakers most of the time. Pumps only when terasa macam nak dress up hahahahaha).&lt;/span&gt; Though I totally love the shoes, ada roses design okey, I thought it wasn't right. Membazir kan. Zuhud, Nir, Zuhud. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sister asked if I want to join her for lunch at the mall. She was with ibu, and my other sister. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, I have two sisters)&lt;/span&gt;. I was full actually, cause I had a heavy breakfast with my friend. Though I know I should jolly well spend my time mugging, decided to join them cause, well, it's a family thing after all and I wouldn't want to miss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Burnt the midnight oil cause I wanted to tag BFFs jalan raya session. I had to join them halfway cause I've promised if I can't clear whatever I'm supposed to do, I ain't going anywhere. Though some of us joined much later cause we've got work to attend to, all nine of us turned up, yay hamdan lillah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yeah, my clan consists of nine girls. Including myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni kita semua perangai-budak-cab. Suka-suka hail cab from one house to another. Bila la korang nak ambik lesen nih, kalau dah ada driver kan bagus. &lt;span&gt;Ficky tengah in the process. Don't know about the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this another epic conversation, about which driving license to take - manual or auto when suddenly Ficky asked:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficky: Bila kau nak ambek?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me? Not going to lah. I don't want to drive. Aku nak lesen motor.&lt;br /&gt;Nadya: Seriously Nir?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Serious.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Tahan ketawa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nin: Waaaaa~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Entah apa yang waa sangat pun tak faham)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: =.=" I can't even ride a bicycle. Apa kes nak ambek lesen motor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes I can't ride a bike. Sungguh. Tak pandai balance. Dah jatuh banyak kali dah. Last-last give up. Heh. And I've no intention to get myself a driving license. I've no sense of  direction like seriously. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Alright. I'm done for now. DYK's review...not so soon, I guess. When I'm free over the weekend insya Allah. Toodles for now. May Allah bless! Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6691507688692667370?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6691507688692667370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-you-miss-me-thats-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6691507688692667370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6691507688692667370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-you-miss-me-thats-why.html' title='Because you miss me, that&apos;s why'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xv1FirDBBU4/TnGXbgpD2nI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/iG8oLUb6QHI/s72-c/tumblr_ljfvcaC7T11qga8tmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6888749422536330213</id><published>2011-09-02T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:18:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hiatus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ38OUcV0_E/Tl--JVrO3eI/AAAAAAAAGZE/q55P97XC_8I/s1600/297316_10150298510316839_800596838_7513117_3143361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ38OUcV0_E/Tl--JVrO3eI/AAAAAAAAGZE/q55P97XC_8I/s320/297316_10150298510316839_800596838_7513117_3143361_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647441525392465378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be back on the 21st of September, insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care. Ma'assalamah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps: Qalbuna milkullah. Saantazhiruka biiznihi insya Allah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6888749422536330213?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6888749422536330213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6888749422536330213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6888749422536330213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-hiatus.html' title='On hiatus!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ38OUcV0_E/Tl--JVrO3eI/AAAAAAAAGZE/q55P97XC_8I/s72-c/297316_10150298510316839_800596838_7513117_3143361_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5867544746879438116</id><published>2011-09-01T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:32:21.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seikat Kembang Merah ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9bLzxxlBA/Tl-ZYF-yQYI/AAAAAAAAGY0/3u_WorWhcEQ/s1600/tumblr_ll2nb4iLe81qdo62to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9bLzxxlBA/Tl-ZYF-yQYI/AAAAAAAAGY0/3u_WorWhcEQ/s320/tumblr_ll2nb4iLe81qdo62to1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647401096947319170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khatam-ed Imaen's Seikat Kembang Merah yesterday. Was tempted to read cause everyone kept talking about it. Baik Kakyah, Iqbal, kak Ika. So without much hesitation lepas borak dengan kakyah, malam tu jugak turun Geylang cari SKM. Padahal kakyah suruh kirim kak ika cause if I buy straight from JS dapat discount penulis. But I couldn't wait any longer. Kak Ika turun KL end of the month. Berapa lama tu nak tunggu. Dah gian sangat nak baca. Haha. Alhamdulillah when I came, SKM masih ada stock. Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the book is da bomb please. Seriously, I was speechless after I read the book. Jaw drop tahap maha punya. That book is super awesome beyond words la. I'll give ten thumbs up, if that's possible :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very honest, I don't fancy male authors untuk malay novels actually. Don't ask me why tapi based on my own observation, male authors tend to use bahasa kasar and is a little bit too open. So I stopped reading any novels written by male authors. There's exception though - Pingu Toha. Sebab language dia tolerable. Bangsa the way I talk everyday punya, heh. But SKM is so far the most tolerable Imaen book ever. No offense abang Imaen but serius Nir tak boleh hadam Labyrinth dengan Sigaraning. Too chim probably? Or maybe it's just because I've stereotyped male authors so I find those books not appealing at all :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to SKM. Why in the world did I even try to read the book in the first place? Well, it's because a friend wrote the review and I happen to read it. Sila jenguk blog inche &lt;a href="http://iqbalsyarie.blogspot.com/2011/08/kerana-dia-imaen.html"&gt;Iqbal Syarie&lt;/a&gt; okey.  Sneak preview dia baik punya (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this book because basically semua element pun ada. Humor, suspense, unsur dakwah, love (berlandaskan syariat Islam), mystery, action, okay I dunno what else but senang kata, everything is packed in one. Anti climax dia pun serius twist gila. Well at least, I didn't expect THAT ending. I was prepared to cry already, in case anyone dies. Rupa-rupanya....ooops. Spoiler alert :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Currently reading Dia Yang Kunikahi by Iqbal.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Tak sabar nak kutuk buku awak pulak woohoo jkjk)&lt;/span&gt;. And that will be my last book. I've promised. No more. Need to focus on my studies. Can't afford to waste any more time. Speaking of which, blog will be on hiatus until my exam ends - which is going to be on the 21st of September. I'll announce this again on a separate post yeah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles for now, lailun saeed everyone! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5867544746879438116?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5867544746879438116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/seikat-kembang-merah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5867544746879438116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5867544746879438116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/09/seikat-kembang-merah.html' title='Seikat Kembang Merah ♥'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AM9bLzxxlBA/Tl-ZYF-yQYI/AAAAAAAAGY0/3u_WorWhcEQ/s72-c/tumblr_ll2nb4iLe81qdo62to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5632810681052699598</id><published>2011-08-31T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:12:49.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMI1SkawyWA/Tl4T6rNT25I/AAAAAAAAGYs/hnyfd6_JOfI/s1600/Hari%2Braya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMI1SkawyWA/Tl4T6rNT25I/AAAAAAAAGYs/hnyfd6_JOfI/s320/Hari%2Braya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646972881521073042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam all. How was your celebration yesterday?(: Hope you all enjoyed yourselves cause I had a good time, hamdan lillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny that it was rather incomplete though, y'know, as ayah was not around. Malam raya was especially weird. We don't usually go to the mosque so ayah will lead the takbir after Maghrib. But this year brother had to do it. Although for the past few months brother had been imam-ing our prayers, I still feel weird honestly :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night we will usually kecoh-kecoh last minute try baju, try kasut, accessories, isi tempat kuih and stuff. But this year we didn't do all that. We didn't buy baju raya, not even a set. We recycled last year's outfit. And I didn't even buy a pair of shoes. Or a clutch. Or any sort of accessories&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. *Muka bangga gila please hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. The next morning we all went out to perform solat sunat Aidilfitri nearby our house, as usual. But instead of heading straight to grandparents' place after that, we went to Clementi first. Cabbed all the way down there to visit ayah's grave. Everyone warned us not to go visit on the first day of raya cause it will be sesak gila to the max. But we went ahead anyway. Sesak pun sesak la, we don't mind really. I mean, what's the rush? Surprisingly it wasn't sesak at all la please. We were expecting a heavy traffic but the road wasn't jammed. Alhamdulillah! And the weather wasn't bad. Usually if we go around ten plus, serious panas terik setengah mati. But yesterday....cool je. Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my paternal's family place after Zohor. It was once again weird, cause grandma wasn't there. She just passed away a week before Ramadhan this year. So everyone is still down. Pity atuk the most :( Two losses in less than a year. In just eight months to be specific. Wife and son. And he's really close to ayah. I wonder how he's coping :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...life goes on, true? It's not like we have a choice. Death is inevitable. It's just a matter of time. Entah esok entah lusa giliran kita. We just have to keep ourselves prepared. Tapau pahala banyak-banyak. Insya Allah kheir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes speaking of which, I've yet to ask forgiveness from you. Yes all of you, especially the ones reading this. I can't afford to biarkan my sins bertambah while my pahala remains stagnant :( So here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas dari hati, Nir menyusun sepuluh jari ingin memohon kemaafan andai kata pernah tersilap kata, terkasar bahasa, termengumpat, tersarkastik, terlukakan hati, tercubit, terjeling, ter - okay wait, the list goes on and on. It's endless. Kadang-kadang sengaja, kadang-kadang tak sengaja. Sesungguhnya Nir banyak buat salah dan Nir harap awak semua dapat maafkan dosa-dosa Nir. And no worries, I've forgiven every single one of you. Insya Allah Nir tak simpan apa-apa dendam/marah/geram/sedih/sakit hati/etc. I hope we can have a fresh start after this. Insya Allah. Barakallahu feekum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kalam, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Minal 'aidin wal faizin. Kullu 'am wa antum bikhairin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5632810681052699598?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5632810681052699598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5632810681052699598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5632810681052699598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMI1SkawyWA/Tl4T6rNT25I/AAAAAAAAGYs/hnyfd6_JOfI/s72-c/Hari%2Braya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2666824018576362694</id><published>2011-08-30T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:25:52.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lailatul Jaizah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG2zV0NxQcI/TlvJ1nO2IbI/AAAAAAAAGYc/JeP1A9AGRQY/s1600/tumblr_lp4u29xLQs1qfhc1vo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG2zV0NxQcI/TlvJ1nO2IbI/AAAAAAAAGYc/JeP1A9AGRQY/s320/tumblr_lp4u29xLQs1qfhc1vo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646328480740549042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam alaikum. I'm here blogging once again. Done with chores. Staying up for qiyam, insya Allah. Cause if I sleep I can bet that I'll terbabas until subuh. Anyways. You may be wondering why qiyam, isn't Ramadhan over already? Well I tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apabila tiba malam Hari Raya Aidilfitri – malam itu dinamakan di sisi penduduk langit sebagai Lailatul Jaizah. Disunatkan menghidupkan malam dua hari raya (yakni hari raya fitrah dan  hari raya korban) dengan ibadah sama ada mengerjakan solat-solat sunat,  membaca al-Quran, berzikir dan sebagainya. Ini kerana terdapat hadis di  mana Nabi s.a.w. bersabda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Sesiapa menghidupkan malam hari raya fitrah dan malam hari raya korban,  nescaya tidak akan mati hatinya pada hari mati hati-hati”. (Riwayat  Imam at-Thabrani dari ‘Ubadah r.a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selain itu, digalakkan juga memperbanyakkan doa pada malam hari raya kerana doa pada malam tersebut adalah mustajab. Imam Syafi’ie berkata di dalam kitabnya al-Umm; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Telah sampai kepada kami bahawa dikatakan; ‘Sesungguhnya terdapat lima malam dimustajabkan doa iaitu; pada malam jumaat, malam hari raya korban, malam hari raya fitrah, malam pertama bulan Rejab dan malam nisfu Sya’ban’”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit too long but I hope it benefits you. I got it during kuliah subuh the other day. Honestly speaking, I don't regret spending my last few nights at An-Nahdhah mosque although I know I've got truckloads of work to do. That can wait - but His blessings may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita semua meraih pengampunanNya pada malam yang penuh barakaah ini. Ameen insya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://hidupterpuji.blogspot.com/2011/08/salam-lebaran.html"&gt;Hidup terpuji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-2666824018576362694?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/2666824018576362694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/lailatul-jaizah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2666824018576362694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/2666824018576362694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/lailatul-jaizah.html' title='Lailatul Jaizah!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QG2zV0NxQcI/TlvJ1nO2IbI/AAAAAAAAGYc/JeP1A9AGRQY/s72-c/tumblr_lp4u29xLQs1qfhc1vo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5498279049977352535</id><published>2011-08-29T22:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:57:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bergemalah nazam lebaran~</title><content type='html'>Salam all. Hamdan lillah. It's first Syawal already. So how's your preparation for Eid so far?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spring cleaning the past two days. Okay make it three if you include today, teehee. My room is in a big mess. Like seriously. Tak percaya? Hold on I shall upload those photos. Jangan terkejut :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKbu1UZjbqQ/Tluk_Ig3j3I/AAAAAAAAGXk/l5ukAzlx6GI/s1600/P28-08-11_15.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKbu1UZjbqQ/Tluk_Ig3j3I/AAAAAAAAGXk/l5ukAzlx6GI/s320/P28-08-11_15.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646287962363105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-D0LORBJUA/Tluk_ExRzJI/AAAAAAAAGXs/iLy3nc1pRXU/s1600/P28-08-11_15.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-D0LORBJUA/Tluk_ExRzJI/AAAAAAAAGXs/iLy3nc1pRXU/s320/P28-08-11_15.15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646287961358191762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly speaking I can't live in this environment. But these days, seriously, busy tahap melampau maha amat punya. I hardly have time to clear up the mess. And do take note that I share this room with my sister so please don't put the blame on only me :P Anyways that was before. After?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYgsWPsmB7U/TluotfWPBWI/AAAAAAAAGX0/yia4-cSrwK0/s1600/P28-08-11_22.05%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYgsWPsmB7U/TluotfWPBWI/AAAAAAAAGX0/yia4-cSrwK0/s320/P28-08-11_22.05%255B01%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646292057301386594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmdOReD1j0s/TluotmJbtPI/AAAAAAAAGX8/-OdFIVpyPqk/s1600/P28-08-11_22.03%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmdOReD1j0s/TluotmJbtPI/AAAAAAAAGX8/-OdFIVpyPqk/s320/P28-08-11_22.03%255B01%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646292059126740210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way better, please! Keke. And finally my brother has drilled the wall for me yay! Finally I've a shelf to store my extra novels yang dah melimpah ruah dari almari. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_jtzx7MeM4/TlurpHUveAI/AAAAAAAAGYE/t1fCDGsHbio/s1600/P29-08-11_18.32%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_jtzx7MeM4/TlurpHUveAI/AAAAAAAAGYE/t1fCDGsHbio/s320/P29-08-11_18.32%255B01%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646295280668080130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please excuse that poster. Can't help it, gah. My room used to be flooded with posters. I know it's not appropriate so I took all of them down - except for this one. BOF's. Ada sentimental value la. Hoho. It's customized. Print it out myself. Semangat right. But that was like, two three years ago? When I was so into Kpop. Now I'm a little bit...chill. Haha.  Speaking of which, dah sebulan tak dengar Kpop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(almost) &lt;/span&gt;Victory man! Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZRH7D6V7jc/TluzTUc1jEI/AAAAAAAAGYU/QxJfCH2HGiQ/s1600/Flowers%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZRH7D6V7jc/TluzTUc1jEI/AAAAAAAAGYU/QxJfCH2HGiQ/s320/Flowers%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646303702327594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I'm super happy cause I get to paste flowers on my wall yay! Don't ask me since when I become a minah boonga cause I also don't know since when. Okay wait. I think it started with Marks &amp;amp; Spencers Rose body spray. And I fell in love with the smell of roses ever since. And hence the name Nirrosette. Nir and roses (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, been spending too much time blogging already. Time to iron my clothes. Toodles for now. Happy eid, everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5498279049977352535?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5498279049977352535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/bergemalah-nazam-lebaran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5498279049977352535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5498279049977352535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/bergemalah-nazam-lebaran.html' title='Bergemalah nazam lebaran~'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKbu1UZjbqQ/Tluk_Ig3j3I/AAAAAAAAGXk/l5ukAzlx6GI/s72-c/P28-08-11_15.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-402298909283817992</id><published>2011-08-28T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:28:45.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While stock lasts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1VZlkH18Bw/TlpQggLVxtI/AAAAAAAAGXc/UhmABmke9DA/s1600/tumblr_lg8a9a9pMT1qdrmzpo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1VZlkH18Bw/TlpQggLVxtI/AAAAAAAAGXc/UhmABmke9DA/s320/tumblr_lg8a9a9pMT1qdrmzpo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645913602185873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a short update. Meeting Humy &amp;amp; Fiddy at An-Nahdhah later. Qiyamulail again, insya Allah. Oh yes I just want to share something I heard today during kuliah subuh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Sesungguhnya Allah ta’ala -di bulan Ramadhan- mempunyai orang-orang yang akan Ia bebaskan dari api neraka pada setiap siang dan malam hari. Pada bulan itu, setiap muslim memiliki do’a yang akan dijawab pada setiap siang dan malam hari.”&lt;/span&gt; (HR. Ahmad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. No reason why you should not grab the last opportunity to seek forgiveness from Him. It's the last night already. Who knows this is our last chance. We wouldn't want to waste it away right?(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles for now, love. Proper update tomorrow. Barakallahu feekum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-402298909283817992?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/402298909283817992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/while-stock-lasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/402298909283817992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/402298909283817992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/while-stock-lasts.html' title='While stock lasts!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1VZlkH18Bw/TlpQggLVxtI/AAAAAAAAGXc/UhmABmke9DA/s72-c/tumblr_lg8a9a9pMT1qdrmzpo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-8638304629217477987</id><published>2011-08-27T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:11:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th Ramadhan already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8upMpfRSGQ/TljeE8YLQhI/AAAAAAAAGXU/ZNxferdFXdk/s1600/tumblr_l9fkx7fQAx1qaj5mzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8upMpfRSGQ/TljeE8YLQhI/AAAAAAAAGXU/ZNxferdFXdk/s320/tumblr_l9fkx7fQAx1qaj5mzo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645506309417288210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam alaikum. Just a short update. Going to An-Nahdhah later for qiyam. Can't' believe it's the last two days of Ramadhan already. Time flies. Boohoo. Let's give our all okay. Selamat bertarawih, everyone! May Allah bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-8638304629217477987?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/8638304629217477987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/29th-ramadhan-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8638304629217477987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/8638304629217477987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/29th-ramadhan-already.html' title='29th Ramadhan already?!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8upMpfRSGQ/TljeE8YLQhI/AAAAAAAAGXU/ZNxferdFXdk/s72-c/tumblr_l9fkx7fQAx1qaj5mzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-5819509652530829948</id><published>2011-08-26T00:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:36:09.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSPCcpX7qOA/TlZ4zqjvC_I/AAAAAAAAGXM/-GSegz2TYJ4/s1600/tumblr_lg173fTgnO1qgxbyzo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSPCcpX7qOA/TlZ4zqjvC_I/AAAAAAAAGXM/-GSegz2TYJ4/s320/tumblr_lg173fTgnO1qgxbyzo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644832011948329970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awak tahu tak, saya kalau baca taawuz teringat awak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia: S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ebab ada sebutan 'nirr'. 'Nirrojim'.&lt;br /&gt;So baek bagitau nama betul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apekahhhh????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chis. Itu merupakan satu taktir kotor untuk memaksa orang bagitau nama penuh. Boohoo! Awak tak akan tahu nama saya! Tak akan! Noooo!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *Perangai Kaseh*&lt;/span&gt; Saya dah sogok kaksu dengan kakyah suruh shush. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Evil laughter kat sini please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Tadi pakcik posmen dah sampai hantar booklet agreement dengan JS. Gahhhh tebal ke apa. Serius macam tak kuasa nak go through. Can I just sign it pretty please? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's half past twelve and I'm sitting for exams later on this morning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and yet here I am, blogging. Siapa ajar, Nir? Tsktsk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better go now. Selamat malam semua. Barakallahu feek!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-5819509652530829948?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/5819509652530829948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-dont-know-my-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5819509652530829948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/5819509652530829948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-dont-know-my-name.html' title='You don&apos;t know my name'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sSPCcpX7qOA/TlZ4zqjvC_I/AAAAAAAAGXM/-GSegz2TYJ4/s72-c/tumblr_lg173fTgnO1qgxbyzo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-821998075503054882</id><published>2011-08-24T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:50:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGAHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bR6rEahBQI/TlZE_i93lYI/AAAAAAAAGXE/2cnvaZ3kq84/s1600/OMGAHHHHHHHH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bR6rEahBQI/TlZE_i93lYI/AAAAAAAAGXE/2cnvaZ3kq84/s320/OMGAHHHHHHHH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644775041464243586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MoBZcEpKGrI/TlUm0ZmjZPI/AAAAAAAAGW8/8eY4d9clZw8/s1600/P25-08-11_00.22%255B01%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\O/ \O/ \O/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARCEL DAH SAMPAI PARCEL DAH SAMPAI!&lt;br /&gt;*HYPERVENTILATES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-821998075503054882?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/821998075503054882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/omgahhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/821998075503054882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/821998075503054882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/omgahhhhhhh.html' title='OMGAHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bR6rEahBQI/TlZE_i93lYI/AAAAAAAAGXE/2cnvaZ3kq84/s72-c/OMGAHHHHHHHH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-6145699808895640923</id><published>2011-08-24T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:59:12.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Books make me go ga-ga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQhj7RluHGY/TlPcbSCs1oI/AAAAAAAAGWk/42qXsqvH_uY/s1600/183353_207138805969250_147120311971100_918556_5880900_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQhj7RluHGY/TlPcbSCs1oI/AAAAAAAAGWk/42qXsqvH_uY/s320/183353_207138805969250_147120311971100_918556_5880900_n_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644097119283107458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kakyah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nir, awat pos Spore ni. Bedah buku dulu ke. Macam la Spore dekat Alaska nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tahu takpeeeee. Kak Ika punya kad raya dari Hlovate dah sampai!! Cis! Harap-haraplah esok sampai. Kalau tak Nir bako je pos office tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siyesly man. Terseksa jiwa raga tahu tak :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Singgah-ed kak Ika Madera's place today to collect JS books. She desperately needed space and wanted to clear the extra books yang masih belum dibeli so she slashed the price all the way down \O/ Yes, she sold each book at only six bucks and the unwrapped ones at only five bucks. Beb, siapa takmau seh. \O/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes this is a new emoticon I learn from inche Pingu Toha - that expression when you say 'OMG' with your eyes wide open, jaws dropped and both hands on your cheeks, kekeke). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took eight books in total - five for myself and the other three for Fiddy, Humy and Nin. So what did I get?  5 Tahun 5 Bulan, Versus, aA+bB, Damai and Jaja &amp;amp; Din. Truth is, I've already read these books. Hoho. So beli buat apa ya? Saja buat display, kut. Hahaha. And gah, apparently my shelf pun minta-ampun-saratnya. So nak campak buku-buku ni di mana ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've actually bought an extra shelf from Ikea already. But I'm so smart. I've no drill and screws so I've no idea how in the world am I going to pasang that shelf. Anyone kind enough, tolong pinjamkan drill dan pasangkan shelf tuh please? Boohoo! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-6145699808895640923?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/6145699808895640923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/books-make-me-go-ga-ga_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6145699808895640923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/6145699808895640923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/books-make-me-go-ga-ga_24.html' title='Books make me go ga-ga!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQhj7RluHGY/TlPcbSCs1oI/AAAAAAAAGWk/42qXsqvH_uY/s72-c/183353_207138805969250_147120311971100_918556_5880900_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4162943208413033399</id><published>2011-08-21T04:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:13:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your enemies closer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt8qFx4lCiQ/TlAUC16AS_I/AAAAAAAAGWE/6KwyTNeP3Jc/s1600/tumblr_lofu2me2Sg1r02o8fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt8qFx4lCiQ/TlAUC16AS_I/AAAAAAAAGWE/6KwyTNeP3Jc/s320/tumblr_lofu2me2Sg1r02o8fo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643032372157893618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam alaikum. It's four in the morning and I'm still up. Panda eyes are so not cool, I swear. So many things to do yet so little time. Boohoo. C'mon Nir, the battle is almost over. You'll be just fine, insya Allah. Hwaiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4162943208413033399?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4162943208413033399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-your-enemies-closer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4162943208413033399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4162943208413033399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-your-enemies-closer.html' title='Keep your enemies closer!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt8qFx4lCiQ/TlAUC16AS_I/AAAAAAAAGWE/6KwyTNeP3Jc/s72-c/tumblr_lofu2me2Sg1r02o8fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-4316798858792842482</id><published>2011-08-20T04:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:01:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-'Asri, 'Innal-'Insaana lafii khusrin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuWlR8IzXxg/Tk7LcBeLudI/AAAAAAAAGV8/3NS3DHpBuiU/s1600/Surah%2BBaqarah%2BAyat%2B286.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuWlR8IzXxg/Tk7LcBeLudI/AAAAAAAAGV8/3NS3DHpBuiU/s320/Surah%2BBaqarah%2BAyat%2B286.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642671065433618898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Dan maafkanlah kesalahan kami, serta ampunkanlah dosa kami, dan berilah rahmat kepada kami. Engkaulah Penolong kami; oleh itu, tolonglah kami untuk mencapai kemenangan terhadap kaum-kaum Yang kafir." &lt;/span&gt;Ameen ya rabbal a'lameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;decides to change on the 12th hour dies on the 11th&lt;/em&gt;. Do we want to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; man? Reflection time, lovelies. Demi masa, sesungguhnya manusia kerugian&lt;/span&gt;. It's twenty Ramadhan already. Let's not waste anymore time. Let's try to maximise our pahala collection these last ten days, shall we? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah, kheir!&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://idleikhwan.blogspot.com/2009/06/terjemahan-surah-al-baqarah-ayat-285.html"&gt;Surah Al-Baqarah ayat 286&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-4316798858792842482?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/4316798858792842482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/wal-asri-innal-insaana-lafii-khusrin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4316798858792842482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/4316798858792842482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/wal-asri-innal-insaana-lafii-khusrin.html' title='Wal-&apos;Asri, &apos;Innal-&apos;Insaana lafii khusrin'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuWlR8IzXxg/Tk7LcBeLudI/AAAAAAAAGV8/3NS3DHpBuiU/s72-c/Surah%2BBaqarah%2BAyat%2B286.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-864870988253565906</id><published>2011-08-18T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:18:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause JS you're the bomb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9mqCh5m3jY/Tk0qYPsAwXI/AAAAAAAAGV0/m70aAPYHT7o/s1600/tumblr_lpcoiizp241qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9mqCh5m3jY/Tk0qYPsAwXI/AAAAAAAAGV0/m70aAPYHT7o/s320/tumblr_lpcoiizp241qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642212504181457266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello world. Wasn't feeling well for the past few days :( Down with high fever and a bad runny nose. Was on MC for three days. Lakin, I'm feeling better now alhamdulillah. But I've yet to finish my antibiotics and seriously, I can't telan those colourful pills anymore :( How now brown cow! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I've received my advanced royalty money from Jemari Seni. Dapat 'duit raya' in advance lah :D Keke. Rizq minallah. Alhamdulillah. I envy kak Rnysa &amp;amp; Iqbal though, they have a copy of my book already dang it! Mine is still in the gudang pos kut. Bila mau sampai. Tunggu first baby nih, adoyai, memang terseksa sungguh. Sesungguhnya penantian itu adalah satu penyeksaan okey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else do I want to blog about? Prolly nothing much. Nothing 'exciting' happened these days cause I was just rotting at home. Okay this post isn't going anywhere, haha. I'd better end it before I start crapping. So, goodnight semua. Salam alaikum. Selamat bersahur! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ps: Banyaklah orang karam di laut, saya seorang karam di hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255787500026300236-864870988253565906?l=nirrosette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/feeds/864870988253565906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/cause-js-youre-bomb.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/864870988253565906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8255787500026300236/posts/default/864870988253565906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirrosette.blogspot.com/2011/08/cause-js-youre-bomb.html' title='Cause JS you&apos;re the bomb!'/><author><name>Nirrosette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02361429826170443955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBWq6OVoEo8/TzEVBDOZtCI/AAAAAAAAGz8/R7BpewaiT9U/s220/Nir%2Bpage%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9mqCh5m3jY/Tk0qYPsAwXI/AAAAAAAAGV0/m70aAPYHT7o/s72-c/tumblr_lpcoiizp241qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255787500026300236.post-2377107592865239854</id><published>2011-08-15T02:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T02:44:45.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's good with you girls around ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si-rpXiTbz4/TkgT0H6W3YI/AAAAAAAAGVM/Ha36RTUKoJs/s1600/tumblr_lpk0v1oq2Z1qazstso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Si-rpXiTbz4/TkgT0H6W3YI/AAAAAAAAGVM/Ha36RTUKoJs/s320/tumblr_lpk0v1oq2Z1qazstso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640780319479487874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a short update. I don't feel good. Been sneezing my life away since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-don't-know-when&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'm falling sick. Haven't really sleep for the past few days. Boohoo :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Iftar with dearest Bambinas was beyond awesome. Twenty six out of thirty seven turned up. Hamdan lillah, despite our busy schedule most of us tried to come down. Qees and I were late though. We cabbed all the way down to Farah's crib &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Qees bayar)&lt;/span&gt;. Perangai budak kaya, macam gitu lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Dal had an announcement while we were iftar-ing today. Our reaction was priceless. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After some considerations, I've decided not to go back to Australia. For good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Us: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yayyyyy! *Cheering* Why why why! *Excited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm going UK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The cheering suddenly stop* =.= WHUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously that was epic. Last year during iftar she announced that she's going to Aussie for  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-don't-know-what-I-forgot-exactly-where.&lt;/span&gt; And this year she announced she's going to University of Boston to do law pulak. Dal, Dal. Lucky girl. Never fails to surprise us every year. Next year announcement apa pulak, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak kahwin&lt;/span&gt;? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second announcement was however, seriously slap forehead moment la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazzy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa nak kahwin or tunang make sure buat between June to Sept ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah why why!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Excited sekejap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qees: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tahun ni ke tahun depan? *Qees you so naive le! Dengar-dengar tahun ni ade orang nak kahwin pe. Hahah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazzy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because that's the only time Dal's available in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereps. But it was uber funny la that amongst the first question these people ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;setelah-almost-setahun&lt;/span&gt; tak jumpa was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you attached now?"  &lt;/span&gt;They will just tembak random guys name they always see on fb and everyone else will go "Wooo is it true??" Padahal actually nothing pun. Kekek. Satu-satu muka dah T.T Blame the smarties la. Hazzy esp :P Tanyalah how are you ke apa. Ni tidak. Dalam banyak-banyak soalan. Chet. But well, girls talk memang forever macam ni kan. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dang, I realized this post is not short afterall. It's two thirty in the morning and time's up. Lailun saeed everyone. May Allah bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ps: Bambinas by heart. Uhibbukunna fillah. 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