<?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-21335618</id><updated>2012-01-21T12:10:12.392+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>The Trick is To Keep Breathing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-5805458663571564389</id><published>2007-09-14T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:20:14.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING</title><content type='html'>I love this site but I'm  OFFICIALLY moving. Check out the new site and you'll know why :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://the88s.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll retain this site tho. It's too hard for me to delete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-5805458663571564389?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5805458663571564389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=5805458663571564389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5805458663571564389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5805458663571564389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/09/moving.html' title='MOVING'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-7282115608770245021</id><published>2007-09-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:01:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEafifah</title><content type='html'>Hi Tia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking first doesn't mean anything if you can't win the tournament. Special thanks to Pojue, Nury and Muslim. Yes pojue, it's 100% record of breaking 1st with YOU(baru 2 kali je...). Owh, thanks to Zamir too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams have a thing against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need music in my life to keep me sane. Yes, literally. In desperate need of an mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika's thinking about getting the new iPod touch. I'm seriously gonna whack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the UIA car sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to the dream of working in a tv station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really happy with the new friends here, but somehow I miss the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Mah, I know you've heard this like every second but friday night lights BEST! Finished the 1st season already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabila. Nabila. Tia. Tia. Mika. Mika. Pjat. Pjat. Syafiq. Syafiq. Pcha. Pcha. Azfar. Azfar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berpuasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-7282115608770245021?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7282115608770245021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=7282115608770245021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7282115608770245021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7282115608770245021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/09/theafifah.html' title='THEafifah'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-93453345659313318</id><published>2007-09-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:15:41.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>England vs Israel now. Mama and ngah are watching it now but I'm too tired to join them. Gonna have another 2 rounds of Interkuliyyah debate tomorrow and if I'm lucky enough, a few rounds. I might not show it but Interkuliyyah has always been important to me. At this time last year, is the beginning of the feeling that I'm worthy of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I'm really excited about my new project with Nabila. All we have to figure out now is the 'names' that might be involved. Thus, this MIGHT be my last time blogging from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my studying gear on! 3 papers next week and a whole lot of works to submit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-93453345659313318?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/93453345659313318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=93453345659313318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/93453345659313318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/93453345659313318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/09/england-vs-israel-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-251051268640861093</id><published>2007-09-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:36:30.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>On the Mindless Menace of Violence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr Chairmen,Ladies And Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt;This is                       a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics.                       I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today,                       to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence                       in America which again stains our land and every one of our                       lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; It is                       not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence                       are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous                       and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings                       whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter                       where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer                       from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and                       on and on in this country of ours. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Why? What                       has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created?                       No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.                       &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; No wrongs                       have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper                       is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable                       mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.                       &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Whenever                       any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily                       - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance                       of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion,                       in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever                       we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully                       and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole                       nation is degraded. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blue"&gt;"Among                       free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no                       successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those                       who take such appeal are sure to lost their cause and pay                       the costs." &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Yet we                       seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores                       our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike.                       We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in                       far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television                       screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men                       of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition                       they desire. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Too often                       we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often                       we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on                       the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach                       non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some                       who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct                       invited them. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Some look                       for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much                       is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation,                       and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this                       sickness from our soul. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; For there                       is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive                       as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence                       of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay.                       This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons                       relations between men because their skin has different colors.                       This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools                       without books and homes without heat in the winter. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; This is                       the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to                       stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too                       afflicts us all. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; I have                       not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is                       there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know                       what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his                       brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of                       his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when                       you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom                       or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront                       others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not                       with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.                       &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; We learn,                       at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom                       we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common                       dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only                       a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other,                       only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For                       all this, there are no final answers. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Yet we                       know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among                       our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we                       should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find                       in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of                       humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of                       our existence. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; We must                       admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn                       to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement                       of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's                       future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must                       recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or                       enriched by hatred or revenge. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; Our lives                       on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great                       to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course                       we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.                       &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt; But we                       can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live                       with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same                       short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but                       the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness,                       winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blue"&gt;                       Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal,                       can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at                       least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely                       we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds                       among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen                       once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blue" style=";font-family:Helvetic,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Forget the America part, this speech by Senator Robert Kennedy is very inspiring. This was given when America was facing problems with Vietnam, the assassination of Martin Luther King,etc. When Bobby was their hope, their light. This speech is still very much relevant in today's context. This speech has touched me greatly. Too bad he didn't live long enough to become President. After all the history of guns.. they haven't learned anything yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-251051268640861093?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/251051268640861093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=251051268640861093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/251051268640861093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/251051268640861093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-mindless-menace-of-violence.html' title='On the Mindless Menace of Violence'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-3671502568297169150</id><published>2007-08-31T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:21:19.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my new One Tree Hill. This one definitely has more soul to it. It doesn't feel like a series, it feels like a movie. There's only one thing I don't like about the show : the shots and angles of the camera. It moves too much thus making it quite distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Lights is a must see! Yes, even for those who despise American football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-3671502568297169150?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3671502568297169150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=3671502568297169150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3671502568297169150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3671502568297169150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/08/clear-eyes-full-hearts-cant-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-1927048827755140175</id><published>2007-08-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:22:14.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102670295787761026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBTmVJd7YI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Yp65JOrtijc/s320/1_524914332l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Only a few 'uncles' and cousins missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBTQFJd7XI/AAAAAAAAAhs/W7noRMENLhU/s1600-h/1_620580138l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102669913535671666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBTQFJd7XI/AAAAAAAAAhs/W7noRMENLhU/s320/1_620580138l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; It's hard to get Mirza to approach you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBSrlJd7VI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yetQmknnSdc/s1600-h/1_339855403l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102669286470446418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBSrlJd7VI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yetQmknnSdc/s320/1_339855403l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBQWFJd7UI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Uc5E9F2zi7w/s1600-h/DSC05161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102666718080003394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBQWFJd7UI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Uc5E9F2zi7w/s320/DSC05161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think today is the 1st time I saw Abg Shahril since he becomes a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102674397481528722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBXVFJd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QcV75bdQRcg/s320/1_809193743l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And drumrolls to 'tukang SMS terkemuka and budak asrama finally!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to : Hey There Delilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mokcu 'summoned' us to her place, since I guess she'll be leaving for Jeddah soon. It's great you know since it's really hard to get everyone together at the same time. So this weekend has been the reunion of 'cucu-cucu dan cicit-cicit Hj. Jamaluddin, mak-mak tak kira'. LOL. Shah Alam or Klang has always been familiar to me. I used to go back to Klang every week up till standard 6 to sleep over with my grandparents. I sure miss them. Most of the Hj. Jamaluddin clan are now living in Shah Alam, even tokcik and tokti is going to move in to shah Shah Alam in the near future. So I guess it's a wise decision for my parents to buy a house there. The house is finished, done but we're not going to move in soon. Bak kata mama, 'tunggu u grad dulu or i retire'. For the past few weeks, I've been really trying to catch up with my family. I do think Shah Alam is a nice play to stay in, less hectic than Bandar Menjalara and I do look forward to stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, I dont think I'll be able to go to Seremban tomorrow to send Azfar back to school since I have 2 major heavyweights paper on Monday. Contract and Tort. I haven't been visiting Atok, Wan and Mak Long for a long time and I really want to spend some quality time in Seremban. Hope I'll be able to go back during the Mid Sem break(which will be shorten due to BTN, still debating whether to go or not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a good Saturday but I'm sure that Sunday is going to be suffering. Take care people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-1927048827755140175?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1927048827755140175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=1927048827755140175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1927048827755140175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1927048827755140175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RtBTmVJd7YI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Yp65JOrtijc/s72-c/1_524914332l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-5959375647458750490</id><published>2007-08-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:35:01.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>What say you?</title><content type='html'>I read a  &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/blog2006/newsncom.php?itemid=7496"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from Malaysia Today. The title is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Call to replace common law ‘baseless’". Just when I want to post my comment on the post due to the fact that other user's comment was just painful to read, this message appeared while wanting to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Error!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="contenttitle"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Creation of member accounts is disabled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to post it her instead, just to relieve myself from the pain. Here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's really shocking to see people commenting like this without really knowing the issue, without understanding as to why the Chief Justice came to such a statement and as to why despite it might not be the BEST suggestion yet, it still has some grounds to it.But hey, freedom of speech means u have the right to express what u have to say and others have the right to respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my learned Malaysian friends,&lt;br /&gt;We call ourselves an independent and sovereign state, without realising that we're not THAT independent and sovereign when it comes to the law. I believe what the CJ was referring is to the Section 3&amp;amp;5 of the Civil Law Act where the law states that common law of England is to become binding upon us if it meets certain guidelines. I wish not to elaborate further on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what the CJ means is that he believes the Courts of Malaysia now have the capability to make our own common law, in the same time we are free to adapt common law from other countries like Australia, NZ and even UK, or even the customary law of the people or Islamic Laws if it is deemed necessary to do. Instead of being binded to adopt common law of the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the Islamic law or Shariah law, people keep condemning it but please tell me.. which part of it that you would like to resist and please explain to us WHY, why is it impossible to be implemented when there are similarities between it and the Malaysian laws now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not insult the CJ when you have 'baseless' reasons for the insult. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-5959375647458750490?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5959375647458750490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=5959375647458750490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5959375647458750490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5959375647458750490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-say-you.html' title='What say you?'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-2334977018983633051</id><published>2007-08-17T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:37:21.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive - quoting from dear mak cik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya Allah, forgive my sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-2334977018983633051?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2334977018983633051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=2334977018983633051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2334977018983633051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2334977018983633051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-never-really-learn-to-swear-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-5680635257911271570</id><published>2007-08-05T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:38:02.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>money</title><content type='html'>It's funny how people say money can't buy you happiness. Money CAN buy you happiness, in a way. We work for money, we study to get a degree to get a decent job. Why do we need a decent job? Because we want to get money. It's all about getting good money. I know this is rebutabble in many ways, like how people say that they're studying just for the sake of studying. That they're doing it because they love learning. Yeah yeah, you can say that if you're living in an utopian world - not reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes hand in hand. You can love studying and you can also want to get a good job that pays you well, so that you can have a comfortable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do feel happy right when people start showering you with material gifts when you dont get them often? I do. Money can bring you happiness. I know how materialistic I sound right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tribute to the mega sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-5680635257911271570?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5680635257911271570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=5680635257911271570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5680635257911271570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5680635257911271570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/08/money.html' title='money'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-8841043534939848266</id><published>2007-08-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:37:56.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RrM5aQ06KSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/G_xJDlE9ue8/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094478726842427682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RrM5aQ06KSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/G_xJDlE9ue8/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-8841043534939848266?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8841043534939848266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=8841043534939848266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/8841043534939848266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/8841043534939848266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-out.html' title='time out'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RrM5aQ06KSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/G_xJDlE9ue8/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-3471240354005822573</id><published>2007-07-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:19:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RqIjag06KRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sXBgOcHlzXU/s1600-h/MSLSverticalpostersmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089669467277502738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RqIjag06KRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sXBgOcHlzXU/s400/MSLSverticalpostersmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more info, click &lt;a href="http://www.ukeconline.com/MSLS/"&gt;http://www.ukeconline.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-3471240354005822573?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3471240354005822573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=3471240354005822573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3471240354005822573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3471240354005822573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-more-info-click-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RqIjag06KRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sXBgOcHlzXU/s72-c/MSLSverticalpostersmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-3837138660026873252</id><published>2007-07-20T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:57:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh please, stop spreading spoilers and revealing the plot to people. Some people would want to read it for themselves, thats why we're paying RM100+. Have some pity for those who wants to enjoy the book..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-3837138660026873252?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3837138660026873252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=3837138660026873252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3837138660026873252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3837138660026873252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-please-stop-spreading-spoilers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-169443283422433029</id><published>2007-07-14T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:55:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my NOW</title><content type='html'>Tonight I realised something that's long forgotten, something that I need to remind myself of -my dream. Ive been pre-occupied with stuffs that I seem to forget the reason why I'm here. The thing that keeps me going throughout the hard times. I was so full of it after SPM and when I entered matrix. Ironically, the feeling starts to come back after a wedding. Tonight, I realised that I don't have the same feeling that I used to have before and I question myself, WHY? Thank god for the wedding. It sure works as a wake up call to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have their own definitions, interpretations on what is great, what makes a success. I've set my targets during and after high school on how I'm going to live my life, how I'm going to be successful in life and I plan to keep it that way and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to achieve my dream. I don't want to have regrets in the future. I am going to turn out GREAT. I'm going to leave a mark on this world. Others can make fun of my dream, but I'm glad that there's others too who completely supports this dream of mine and would always be there for me, through rain and shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.Aliyya and Abg. Imran, all the best in your future and thanks for the wake up call, whether you realise it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-169443283422433029?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/169443283422433029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=169443283422433029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/169443283422433029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/169443283422433029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-now.html' title='this is my NOW'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-7456412143798221723</id><published>2007-07-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:10:44.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But Friday, never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if Mondays black&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, never looking back&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, you can hold your headT&lt;br /&gt;uesday, Wednesday stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Or Thursday - watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, wait&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But Friday, never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;To see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;Throwing out your frown&lt;br /&gt;And just smiling at the sound&lt;br /&gt;And as sleek as a shriek&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Always take a big bite&lt;br /&gt;It's such a gorgeous sight&lt;br /&gt;To see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;You can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if Monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey people, I'm back! I survived registration in Gombak and Friday is SO my favourite day of the week now. It feels good to be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-7456412143798221723?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7456412143798221723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=7456412143798221723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7456412143798221723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7456412143798221723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-im-in-love.html' title='Friday I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-9065709533869887448</id><published>2007-06-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:10:14.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change of plans. im gonna debate in australs starting this 2nd july. now i have one week to really concentrate on this. this is suppossed to be something bigger than audc and i REALLY dont want to screw up. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation week in uni will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-9065709533869887448?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/9065709533869887448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=9065709533869887448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/9065709533869887448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/9065709533869887448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-of-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-1930157712297787958</id><published>2007-06-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:29:33.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warisan Wanita Terakhir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdC_4ugelSE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdC_4ugelSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the original version by Teacher's Pet, but Faizal Tahir's version of it is kinda ok. Of course, the original version is more 'soulful' and no one can beat that. This song was out when I still have 2 more years to go before reaching primary school and in a weird way, when ngah plays this song last year when she was so into faizal, I can still remember half of the lyrics. 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats simple lyrics, simple melody and of course, the guitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-1930157712297787958?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1930157712297787958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=1930157712297787958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1930157712297787958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1930157712297787958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/06/warisan-wanita-terakhir.html' title='Warisan Wanita Terakhir'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-8541461369695868591</id><published>2007-06-11T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:10:59.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try again</title><content type='html'>yesterday after sending my brother off to school, i FINALLY went through the only booklet i got from my final SC interview more than a month ago. u know, just to get a better glimpse of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna do in the future because before this, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know what they do except 'monitoring the capital market'. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really have much time to think about the offer since i was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indonesia&lt;/span&gt; the time i learned that i got it. honestly, the booklet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; provide that much info. but this much i know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be working from inside a box, from morning till maybe around 5pm. inside a box. i had a good talk last week with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hafiza&lt;/span&gt;, the officer that i assume will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;incharge&lt;/span&gt; of my relations with SC during the course of my undergraduate studies and i learned that the staffs in SC are pretty friendly, nice and warm(as long as you dont go below 3.5 for more that 2 consecutive sems. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of reason why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; should be glad. firstly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; reducing the financial burdens of my parents. i can be a lot more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;independent. i'm glad that my parents are proud of me whether or not i get the scholarship. secondly, i dont have to think about my career that much, relieved that im not gonna spend my life facing court room dramas. it's kinda cool. having that aspect of ur future being mapped in front of u. knowing that all u need to do is study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i guess THAT part is what i found weird. having an aspect of ur life that ure certain of. all my life, its all been about uncertainties. ive spent my whole high school life taking science subjects and here i am taking an arts subject. and there's stuffs too that 5 years ago, i never expect myself doing those stuffs. so yeah, this feels weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and no heq, securities commission is not a body that monitors all the safety guards in msia :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-8541461369695868591?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8541461369695868591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=8541461369695868591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/8541461369695868591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/8541461369695868591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/06/try-again.html' title='try again'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-2551148023179357620</id><published>2007-06-07T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:56:01.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the stars go blue</title><content type='html'>i have 5 versions of the song in my pc. by tim mcgraw, the corrs and bono,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like every single one of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-2551148023179357620?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2551148023179357620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=2551148023179357620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2551148023179357620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2551148023179357620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='when the stars go blue'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-7949852922972201019</id><published>2007-06-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:05:11.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's that time of the month where u feel like crap. when u feel like slaughtering and killing every person u see. when u feel like there's so much anger inside of you and u dont know where to channel it. when u feel so frustrated and angry about even the small things like how crappy ur handphone is and u feel like throwing it and smashing it with a hammer. when u feel like ignoring everyone else's feeling except urself. tell those people who said that u're life is pathetic  that they're life is a zillion times more pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i can't do this. that's what makes this time of the month hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the time of the month where everyone else is to be blamed for everything except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-7949852922972201019?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7949852922972201019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=7949852922972201019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7949852922972201019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7949852922972201019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-that-time-of-month-where-u-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-1355919493491004959</id><published>2007-06-02T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:20:51.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to : Signal Fire - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saturday and all I think about all day is how much I want an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great distraction u know... to take away my mind off from the fact that im not selected for australs, knowing that i can be ranked higher if only there were more than 2 rounds and less than 10 people debating in one room. but its ok, life goes on. i've learned not to shift blame on others. if there's something wrong, then its something that i've to handle. it's something that i need to improve on. i need to improve on my thinking skills. i should've done better. basically, i sucked during selections and i'm not going to allow myself to go through the same thing next time. Yeah, and thinking about how I'm gonna get myself an ipod is a great distraction. Calculating how much money I need to save per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saturday and i'm more eager to arrange my closet than going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss last week's A&amp;W outing with the seremban people. Kering tekak borak. I miss talking with syafiq for hours inside the ktm. Ktm is indeed a nice place to catch up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO NEED A LIFE! oh simple things, where have u gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Road trip to ppm, johor with klok, pojue, zamir and hadi was a blast(count azrul in for a day). Minus the part where my glasses snapped and own school didn't make past quarters. 2008, kedah? errmmmm....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, syafiq and mika, if ure reading this... blanje! u guys owe me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071455930473657634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RmFuTI3uNSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8Cfs1069RWQ/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071454968400983298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RmFtbI3uNQI/AAAAAAAAATI/sjiYiLE69jw/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-1355919493491004959?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1355919493491004959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=1355919493491004959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1355919493491004959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1355919493491004959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/06/listening-to-signal-fire-snow-patrol.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RmFuTI3uNSI/AAAAAAAAATY/8Cfs1069RWQ/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-5565951377430369903</id><published>2007-05-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:03:09.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you for who you are and who you inspire to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even when we're not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you and I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you because I feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether this can be classified as a poem  or not, but to have someone writing this for u, someone thinking about you when writing this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-5565951377430369903?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5565951377430369903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=5565951377430369903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5565951377430369903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5565951377430369903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/05/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-5300508518827813567</id><published>2007-05-06T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:03:12.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>Interesting, quotes from an article in bbc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost two weeks the little backwater of small towns and oil palm plantations was awash with Malaysia's orang besar, or big people, as it prepared to deliver what was almost certainly the last test of public opinion before the whole country goes to the polls, possibly as soon as early next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campaign was described as one of the nastiest in living memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he's a rarity in Malaysia; a politician who has real cross-cultural appeal." - on Anwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that seems to have been the reason why Malaysia's governing National Front was determined not to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten million dollars were spent in the district to woo just 12,000 voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tarmac-laying crews were hard at work throughout the campaign patching up local roads. Schools were repainted, street lighting installed and drains repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One village reportedly even received a surprise gift of 200 sewing machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ten years of development in 10 days,"&lt;/strong&gt; was the comment of one cabinet minister, begging the question of why it took a by-election for the district to finally get its dues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it did at all owed a great deal to the ruling National Front's fear of Mr Anwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back in Ijok many locals are simply laughing off the politics and point to the windfall that the campaign brought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one wag told the BBC: &lt;strong&gt;"All it proves is the biggest favour a Malaysian politician can do for his district is to die in office!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a less damning comment on Malaysian politics if there were not a certain measure of truth in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-5300508518827813567?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5300508518827813567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=5300508518827813567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5300508518827813567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5300508518827813567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/05/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-6683579318817328486</id><published>2007-05-05T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:09:13.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO, NOT AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Heard the song that i put up on this blog? YOU REALLY GOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, change it to 'boy'. man, i hate this phase. its happening again and i'm not going to allow myself to go through that DENIAL mode. not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that i have time to think about this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[reminder to self : better fasten on your seat belt as it's gonna be a crazy road and lots of bumps in front!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errmm, ive been doing a lot of bloghopping lately, and going through some of my old posts, i do realise that lately my posts have become more 'personal'(thanks khai for the reminder!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to meorALIF, klok, zati, azrul, hadi, zamir, zaimah, nabilah, faiz, farah... thanks for introducing me to the suprisingly enjoying world of CS. to k.mie, thanks for your great advices. to michelle, thanks for knowing. i have already conceded that you guys are already a part of my life now. so any attempt to even make me think that i dont consider you guys as friends should be striked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop : Bandung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-6683579318817328486?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/6683579318817328486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=6683579318817328486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/6683579318817328486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/6683579318817328486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-no-not-again_05.html' title='OH NO, NOT AGAIN!'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-4312819773618561641</id><published>2007-04-28T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:34:37.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the trick is to keep breathing</title><content type='html'>I'm commuting a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the long silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much going on right now that I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the second amendment, south asia, SC, 3 on 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back after all this madness ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-4312819773618561641?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4312819773618561641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=4312819773618561641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/4312819773618561641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/4312819773618561641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/04/trick-is-to-keep-breathing.html' title='the trick is to keep breathing'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-2204369302612853689</id><published>2007-04-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:54:21.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's still a sad love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4j6evHY39O4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4j6evHY39O4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a beautiful love song. So sad yet beautiful. I'm amazed that she created this song when she was only 15. I've been listening to this song since primary school and there's not a single moment that I feel bored with it. Utada Hikaru's the bomb! This is the video of her live performance, complete with subtitles so you can appreciate how beautiful it is. This song is so beautiful. I have to stop myself from repeating the word 'beautiful'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-2204369302612853689?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2204369302612853689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=2204369302612853689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2204369302612853689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2204369302612853689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-such-beautiful-love-song.html' title='it&apos;s still a sad love song'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-770235597666296857</id><published>2007-04-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:16:50.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wir Sind Wir</title><content type='html'>Whoever says that they prefer judging than debating, well think again! For the past 2 days, i realised how hard judging is. It's mentally exhausting, and it makes me realise how im running out of logics. Honestly ppl, if u can feel the tension in the room waiting to be 'interviewed' by azrul, hafiedz, jan or halian, u wouldnt want to go anywhere near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interschool debate will start tomorrow. U can see the school spirit even between debaters at this point. I hope the girls will do ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i had a great time with nabila tonight. on the net of course. catching up with stuffs thats happening to our life(not much happened tho), but it's still pure fun. suddenly i feel so 'me' around her. even talking about stupid stuffs makes me a lot happier. and if the school teachers could see our BM while conversing, they would be so proud of us! I miss her. If only it was that easy to get a plane ticket to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, 'wir sind wir' is a german song by Paul van dyk. I dont undertsand a thing but it's catchy. Blame it on Mah for having it her on her caller tone. It's addictive. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-770235597666296857?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/770235597666296857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=770235597666296857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/770235597666296857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/770235597666296857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/04/wir-sind-wir.html' title='Wir Sind Wir'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-1290357930829750464</id><published>2007-04-09T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:13:40.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;i managed to catch the f1 race today. no, i didnt watch it LIVE but i promise myself i will next year. the money i saved for f1 was used for my outing in MPH. no regrets. i think hamilton did a great job and he might even overshadow alonso in Mclaren. he's the man of the race. to think that he's still a rookie. BMW sauber is also heading for a great start this year. credits must be given to them and heidfield. but of course, my loyalty still remains to ferrari despite the absence of schumi. they still have the 'quicker' car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i watched 3 movies today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;1st was woody allen's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;match point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. jonathan rhys-meyers did a great job in being hot. owh, forgive me. i think the movie was good despite some setbacks. one thing for sure is that the movie did to some certain extent, strengthen my belief that luck does exist. it's also about making choices. ermm.. arent most of the movies about making choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051129892297606498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/Rhk34ADBhWI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ev4P7L0ZOdk/s320/Match_point_ver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck it goes forward and you win. Or maybe it doesn't and you lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2nd was &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;pride&amp;prejudice.&lt;/span&gt; i cant really say much since i havent read the book but the movie was pretty much ok. every girl in this world would want to have her very own mr. darcy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A few hours ago, i just watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Pheww.Long title and that's why i prefer to call it Borat. Man, i can't stop laughing while watching the movie despite really trying to be sensitive towards certain issues. Now i know why Sasha Baron Cohen has been staying under radars after the movie. Who wouldn't wanna sue him? From jews, woman, Americans, gays, the entire state of Kazakhstan and a whole lot more. To think this movie is all about pursuing Pamela Anderson. Hahaha. I highly recommend the movie. [no, woman does not have a brain the size of a squirell]. Thumbs up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051133147882816898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/Rhk61gDBhYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sWiYGZHkc1w/s320/200px-Borat_movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my team didn't really do well for the uitm humanitarian law debate. errmmm... i'll leave it as that[not in any way implying that i'm satisfied with how things are going]. gotta go and sleep now. long day ahead. correction, long week ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-1290357930829750464?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1290357930829750464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=1290357930829750464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1290357930829750464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1290357930829750464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-nice.html' title='very nice!'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/Rhk34ADBhWI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ev4P7L0ZOdk/s72-c/Match_point_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-376071441004476964</id><published>2007-04-08T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:26:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/Rhhs4wDBhVI/AAAAAAAAACc/JdhLWsGxFIk/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906704322069842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/Rhhs4wDBhVI/AAAAAAAAACc/JdhLWsGxFIk/s320/Picture3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RhhsuADBhUI/AAAAAAAAACU/AVB1qwZovM8/s1600-h/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906519638476098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RhhsuADBhUI/AAAAAAAAACU/AVB1qwZovM8/s320/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RhhsfADBhTI/AAAAAAAAACM/31ZlzC5L6Ag/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050906261940438322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RhhsfADBhTI/AAAAAAAAACM/31ZlzC5L6Ag/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RhhrwwDBhSI/AAAAAAAAACE/kQZN8nok7kc/s1600-h/gse_multipart23128.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050905467371488546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RhhrwwDBhSI/AAAAAAAAACE/kQZN8nok7kc/s320/gse_multipart23128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;u might be irritating once in a while tina, but i still love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all cats go to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-376071441004476964?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/376071441004476964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=376071441004476964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/376071441004476964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/376071441004476964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-be-missing-you.html' title='i&apos;ll be missing you'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/Rhhs4wDBhVI/AAAAAAAAACc/JdhLWsGxFIk/s72-c/Picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-3580411192128940254</id><published>2007-04-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:19:01.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>planet of the nyamuks</title><content type='html'>im trying to get some work done but all this nyamuks are gonna kill me soon. if not, my concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;global warming has a lot of negative effects and one of it is.... the attack of the nyamuks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help! i wish all the nyamuks would extinct but then it would cause some disturbance in the eco-system chain. then causing more problem than my irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson is, be careful for what u wish for. even if its to get rid of nyamuks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i think the nyamuks in menjalara are all immuned to shieldtox already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-3580411192128940254?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3580411192128940254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=3580411192128940254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3580411192128940254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3580411192128940254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/04/planet-of-nyamuks.html' title='planet of the nyamuks'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-7519659051985599740</id><published>2007-03-27T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:13:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7523063@N07/436465503/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/436465503_f4c14853e8.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7523063@N07/436465503/"&gt;museum&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/7523063@N07/"&gt;fifah_016&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	this was taken a year ago. during klok's bday. your's truly was having a bite of klok's cake. ok, not a bite. a few bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very much confused. i was suprised to see this picture being hanged in a museum. i was even more confused to see that people are actually looking at it, trying to analyze what it truly means. the underlying art or interpretation behind this picture. i mean, its just a picture of me enjoying the wonders of a bite of a cheesecake. is it an art? i dont think so. but, pictures dont lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess deep down, in all of us, we are all a walking piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sorry people that u guys have to put up with my crap. technology.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-7519659051985599740?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7519659051985599740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=7519659051985599740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7519659051985599740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7519659051985599740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-confused.html' title='i&amp;#39;m confused'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/436465503_f4c14853e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-4635259271803231009</id><published>2007-03-26T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:17:44.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm cheap</title><content type='html'>the title is just an attention grabber. i can't sleep, so instead of doing things that i should be doing, i got this from &lt;a href="http://khalidahnzaihah.blogspot.com"&gt;khalidah&lt;/a&gt; 's blog. I don't know how they estimate the value of a blog, but who would want to buy my blog? who would even want to advertise here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your blog, &lt;a href="http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/"&gt;nurafifah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, is worth $6,774.48" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke right now, thus i'm putting my faith in the wonders of online business. So, anyone out there, PLEASE, if u want to buy my blog, u can e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:afifahmd@gmail.com"&gt;afifahmd@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; . would really appreciate it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: try and have fun by seeing how much ur blog is worth. &lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&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/21335618-4635259271803231009?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/4635259271803231009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=4635259271803231009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/4635259271803231009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/4635259271803231009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-cheap.html' title='i&apos;m cheap'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-3973538602138263938</id><published>2007-03-26T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:55:13.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Current replays: Thinking About You - Norah Jones, This is it - The Strokes, Look After You - The Fray, Calling All Angels - Train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by a whole bunch of my friends and due to the stressful exam period, i kinda promised the ppl that i'll do this. honestly, i have to practically push myself to do this. promises are promises. but, looking on the brightside, i'll try to end this cycle of tagging. i wont tag anyone! heh. huge favour this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original rule that i know i'll break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Weird stuffs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that i guess people won't know of me but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;It's not easy for me to LIKE LIKE someone. When I do, I LIKE LIKE him for a REALLY long time. The longest is 3 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As girls, all we can do is just keep it to ourselves. It's the one of those few things that keeps u going u know. Having the realization that HIMS might like you back someday. People say ,"If it didnt hurt, it wouldn't be called a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;". Ish, I'm starting to get mushy. Moving on to fact no.2..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2)&lt;em&gt; I'm MUSHY or in our mother-tongue, JIWANG&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really hate to admit this. I try to deny it but I think I am. I think I'm a hopeless romantic. U see there's a lot of 'I think' here. Hahaha. obviously u would know the reason why. I cry for every smallest-unthinkable-thing-that-ppl-would-never-assume-will-make-u-cry. And it's usually in the movies, or even in series. I cried while watching Sepet, The Lake House, A Walk To Remember,etc or even Sci-fi Heroes or xFiles and I can never stop crying during Disney Movies, especially the classics like The Fox And The Hound. Owh, and when I listen to a song, I really like to delve into the lyrics and totally try to get what the song is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;I love the smell of books.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know this sounds yucky but I love books. And i really love the smell of it. Especially new ones. Old books might have a less pleasant smell than new books but usually, the smell would still be exciting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;I love singing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the reason why I tune in to reality tv shows like American Idol and One In A Million. But please, I don't do AF. Tak tahan. I guess since I cant sing, there's nothing wrong with appreciating other people's talents and good vocals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I like being alone&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watching the movies. Or even walking around in shopping complexes. I hate places with so many people. That's the reason why I dislike going to KLCC. I'll avoid it anyway I can. It's kinda cool sometimes, just observing people and see how time passes by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for now, I'm crazy about tomyam.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess thats not weird. But I guess it's weird when I crave for tomyam even on an empty stomach. I'm the kind of person who couldnt stand spicy food and tomyam = spicy. I'll get a stomachache after eating hot foods but not due to the hotness but due to too much water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try and compensate that with fact no. 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7) &lt;em&gt;I'm currently taking law but I don't plan having a career in it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I want to work with the likes of Ahmad Izham Omar, running a tv station. TV. Thats where my passion's at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[Random news : Do u know that the green blazers we usually have in school are now only restricted for prefects. No one else can use it except for prefects. Not even for competitions. There goes our image. I look upon it as a HUGE issue.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-3973538602138263938?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3973538602138263938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=3973538602138263938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3973538602138263938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3973538602138263938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-this-stuff.html' title='i hate this stuff'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-2663768715625953232</id><published>2007-03-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:39:47.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebenaran yang 'kurang menyenangkan'</title><content type='html'>Listening to : Rachel Yamagata - Be Be Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;An inconvenient truth&lt;/span&gt;. The translation for it during the movie was 'kebenaran yang membimbangkan'. What a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; start to a great documentary. It is a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; documentary. If it's 'membimbangkan', wouldnt they put it as 'worrying' instead? I believe the it's 'kurang menyenangkan' instead because what the movie maker intended to show is that not many people wants to admit the truth as it would be 'kurang menyenangkan' to them. Politicians, oil companies, carmakers, US. It's great to see Gore narrates the issue not only scientifically or realistically, but he managed to insert the 'humanity' part in it which can make people feel connected to it. For that, I not only applaud the director, but Gore himself for showing so much passion towards this. I better stop before I move on to another movie review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in this world are too absorbed with political scandals, wars, terrorism, corruptions, israel palestine that sometimes we forget the most fundamental issue, the issue - that without it we wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THE EARTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just think about it. All the stuffs that you've learnt in school about pollution, atmosphere,etc. Isn't it disturbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-2663768715625953232?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/2663768715625953232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=2663768715625953232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2663768715625953232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/2663768715625953232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/03/kebenaran-yang-kurang-menyenangkan.html' title='Kebenaran yang &apos;kurang menyenangkan&apos;'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-604527763407056952</id><published>2007-03-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:08:12.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>880315</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today i'm nineteen. Repeat to self. Nineteen. Nineteen. Nineteen. Gosh, that sounds too old for me. There's a point in life where you want to grow up fast. How you wish you could be one of those adults. Doing whatever you want. Driving a car. Going shopping without parents supervision, etc. Life ain't that simple and today, thats not the point where I want to be. Growing up means more responsibilities. Growing up means u are responsible for the actions and decisions u make. U can't just blame something else for your mistakes. Kids look up to u in the same way u once look up to those adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving a car means filling up the car with petrol. Money. Driving a car means that you have to drive in a way that u dont hit others. Hanging out alone or with friends without parents supervisions means that you have to restrain urself from doing things that u ought not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, birthdays are becoming less and less unsignificant as u get older but hey, that doesnt mean I dont appreciate it. I do look forward to it but not in the same way. Yesterday night was great. It's been a long time since all 6 of us in the family get together. Victoria's Station and Starbucks sounds too heavy for a night's course but I'm not complaining. Mama wants, mama gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I shall have my Law and Society paper and on Sunday, Basic legal method. The reason I went back yesterday is because I need some fresh air. Being stuck in my room in that big college for too long does no good for my brain. Especially in my arab and basic themes of Al- Quran paper, which I have to say is a huge dissapointment for me(doa still score!). 2 law papers down, 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set aside the worries. Whatever it is, a birthday is still a birthday and I'm enjoying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-604527763407056952?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/604527763407056952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=604527763407056952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/604527763407056952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/604527763407056952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/03/880315.html' title='880315'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-7525155580114510943</id><published>2007-03-03T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:33:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunting</title><content type='html'>Listening to : Lots and lots of John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night for me is a night for movies. So, why did I choose Good Will Hunting this time around? Easy. The last and only time when I watched the movie was when I'm still in primary school. That was the time when TV2 use to have their great blockbuster movies or whatever they prefer to call it on Friday night. I remember seeing movies like The English Patient, Big and Forest Gump through that slot. The strangest part is that I don't remember the movie, only the gees of it. That's what prompted me too go and watch old good will hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon and Ben Affleck had changed a lot since that time. I hope they can collaborate again together for another great work like will. I realise one thing about Matt, he does well potraying characters that has a lot of conflict. A character that is confused between different paths, confused about what he really wants in life. Basically, a lot of confusion. Movies like The Bourne Identity, The Departed, The Talented Mr. Ripley and yet-to-be-seen The Good Shepard. And Ben? All I can say that he has a pretty face, a straight face and hasn't yet found the character that can bring him in the limelight. He is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this movie reminds me of 'Proof'. Or 'Proof' reminds me of this movie? Not letting someone get close to u, u push people away just so that u would never get the chance to get hurt. Or u think that everything u have right now is so damn perfect, that u're afraid of taking the next step because then u'll realise that it's not perfect at all. That there are imperfections. But you seem to forget that imperfections are the small things that makes everything so perfect - as it's normal and human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my finals next week and my 5% attempt in a movie review failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-7525155580114510943?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/7525155580114510943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=7525155580114510943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7525155580114510943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/7525155580114510943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-will-hunting.html' title='Good Will Hunting'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-6542836441701736794</id><published>2007-02-18T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:43:54.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conflicts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroads. Afraid, confused, without a road map. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course, when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back. But once in a while, people push on to something better. Something found just beyond the pain of going it alone, and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in, or to give someone a second chance. Something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream. Because it's only when you're tested that you truly discover who you are. And it's only when you're tested that you discover who you can be. The person you want to be does exist, somewhere on the other side of hard work and faith and belief. And beyond heartache and fear of what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On being me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every once in a while, people step up. They rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you. And sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard. But if you look close enough, you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. &lt;em&gt;And if you're lucky, I mean if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;afifah : in the bars of a song. not the luckiest person YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-6542836441701736794?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/6542836441701736794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=6542836441701736794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/6542836441701736794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/6542836441701736794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-are-moments-in-our-lives-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-1112967470104826585</id><published>2007-02-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:58:42.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My better half</title><content type='html'>Tengah angau: Muse - Starlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Borders. I had a great time yesterday alone with myself except the part when I can't afford to get anything. Blame the pencuri who stole my RM120 gift card. I just wrote a really long entry about what a great time I had yesterday but the streamyx went mad. Instead of feeling happy writing an entry, u just feel sangat geram beacuse u lost it. People always says that it's never fun doing things alone. Well, they might be a teeny-weeny right but in my case, they're wrong. People thinks I'm pathetic because I like going out alone, sitting alone, driving alone, walking alone. The truth is, I do enjoy company but sometimes, I need the time to myself. I like observing different kinds of people and sometimes the time is needed for me to evaluate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Painted Veil by W. Somerset Maugham, Coelho's the flowing river and the zahir, Archer's cat o'nine tales, 5o facts that can change the world, why men sleeps after sex(its not a book on sex ppl!), some books on hillary and bill, freakeconomics, a lot more fictions and a hella lot more.Pann suggested haruki murakami. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I WANT ALL THAT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to songs that I downloaded with her lately. Bloc party, Metrics, The Strokes, 311.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of not getting there to klia in time last wednesday was enough to push me there. Instead of taking happy pictures with her there, I was too busy entertaining my melancholic feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-1112967470104826585?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/1112967470104826585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=1112967470104826585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1112967470104826585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1112967470104826585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-better-half.html' title='My better half'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-6539512980488534593</id><published>2007-02-09T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:28:07.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Mood: Khayal&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Teenage Wasteland - The Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love using Gmail. It really keeps u organized, let mails be sorted out into conversations, so u dont have the trouble opening replies to mails. It's fast and I dont have to delete my mails at all because of the high capasity storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why it's still under beta. Haha. Writing this blog is just a to show my appreciation towards Google for making my life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are pilling up. As well as invitations to farewell bbq's and sending-off-to-airport-sessions. My best friend will be leaving soon and i'm really trying to spend as much time with her. This weekend i've been fully booked. As a friend, debate team mate, classmate, tukang burn cd and a driver. Some sacrifices had to be made, like NOT going to english drama which i really dont want to miss. But hey, u gotta set ur priorities ayte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love quotes but I have a problem of remembering them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do u ever wonder how long it takes to change your life? That measure of time is enough to be life altering. Is it 4 years like high school or 8 weeks of a rock concert tour? Can your life change in a week,a month or a single day? We're always in a hurry to grow up, go places, to stay ahead but when you're young... ONE HOUR can change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-6539512980488534593?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/6539512980488534593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=6539512980488534593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/6539512980488534593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/6539512980488534593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-5861481052427750283</id><published>2007-01-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:01:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu</title><content type='html'>One day, my arabic ustaz asked the class.... what attracted u to a song??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to mind is of course... the melody and then the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys in the class automatically ruled out the lyrics. They say they dont even bother to understand it. They prefer singing along to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a song is like a story and the singer or the composer is the narrator. How the hell can u understand a story without listening to it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try listening properly to Bless the broken road, what hurts the most... both of them by Rascal Flatts or even Nat King Cole and John Mayer. Then, u'll understand the gees of story telling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-5861481052427750283?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/5861481052427750283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=5861481052427750283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5861481052427750283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/5861481052427750283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/01/lagu.html' title='Lagu'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-8536616074475987841</id><published>2007-01-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:19:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I know I havent been really in touch with the rest of the world now. Not only is it due to the fact that I lost most of my contacts when I lost my hp, but somehow I can't help but blaming myself for it. Mama just upgraded our streamyx to unlimited usage. So, instead of doing really benefitial stuffs like getting in touch with friends or replying to every mail or msg I got... what I did is something very expected of Afifah to do when she has unrestricted access to the net. TV. Yes, people. TV. I've been downloading every series I could think off. Heck, I dont even know when I could find the time to watch it but I know that downloading it makes me feel good. So, brief update on my life (to pcha, fansue and those who think i'm too sombong to update..hahaha!). Still feel bad tho. The update im giving is only about stuffs that's been happening from november-december 06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Europe was great. Failed to call fansue in france. All because yours truly doesnt know how to make a phone call from the telephone booths there and still figuring out what they're using as a method of payment(no's from prepaid card maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Team 'Siti' that consists of Zamir and afifah failed to break in Slovenia by just 1 point in total speaker's point while team 'Mawi' which stands for Malaysian Wisdom that consists of Faiz and Pojue did really great but due to the nature of british parliamentary debate, ranked below Siti. Pojue and Faiz still ranked higher in speakers point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Met up with cousin Ayie in Malaysian Hall. Left my handbag in the cab which contains my passport, wallet,etc(i know i cant stop losing things). Ayie was great enough to keep his cool and called the cab from the resit given to get him back. He lost 5pounds due to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Met with the Presiden Persatuan Pelajar-Pelajar Malaysia there. Again, thanks to Ayie for setting up the meeting. The boys wasnt really psyched about it but i was. Abg. Firdaus is doing law in King's College(if im not mistaken). He and ayie is a great reminder that its still not too late for me to spread my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The moment we landed in Malaysia, its all about Royals debate, Sarawak after that. Fyi(fansue,pcha,isaac,etc), royals debate is THE debate competition for malaysian public universities. Alhamdulillah, we managed to be ranked 1st in the juniors category and 4th overall. Luck wasnt on our side during the semi's. Up to this day, I still feel like I'm to be blamed for that. And yeah, royals experience was greater than europe as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My cgpa for my 1st sem wasnt really that great but it wasn't really that bad. Still feels that there's a lot more room for improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am still very much the president of proud to be single society. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things that i really want to blog. Like while driving or walking to classes, thats when the ideas of inputs for blog datang. Whether its about the sky, baginda's case, floods in johor or the recent stuffs from the economist. But when it comes to writing it down, trying to think of all the ideas, suddenly everything went blank. There's a lot of IF's that i've been thinking about lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if i had studied harder for my SPM&lt;br /&gt;- What will happen if i were to accept the limkokwing scholarship to do digital film&amp;amp;tv instead of being a law student.&lt;br /&gt;- What will my life be if i stopped debating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course a lot more. The best part of thinking about it is realizing that I need to stop thinking about it. It doesn't matter at all. What matters is that I've made my choice and I've to strive for the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, Rajin dan Usaha Tangga Kemajuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i love books. Fictions of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-8536616074475987841?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/8536616074475987841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=8536616074475987841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/8536616074475987841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/8536616074475987841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-i-havent-been-really-in-touch.html' title='update'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-3886887789481818343</id><published>2007-01-02T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:23:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RZlO4GWmHRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VD1FaJqxXzk/s320/skool+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015127429415836962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RZlP02WmHSI/AAAAAAAAABE/fPDmUSAvw8Y/s320/Copy+(4)+of+IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015128322769034546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RZlQo2WmHTI/AAAAAAAAABM/h1fMf6q00XI/s320/Raya04+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-3886887789481818343?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/3886887789481818343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=3886887789481818343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3886887789481818343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/3886887789481818343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-part1.html' title='change part1'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MLx-cVThu0s/RZlM-WWmHLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gc8FPZDrnto/s72-c/ppm042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-4792326132629633103</id><published>2006-12-23T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:03:53.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>I JUST WANT TO LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DRIVE AS FAST AS I CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO IGNORE EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOVING MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-4792326132629633103?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/4792326132629633103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/4792326132629633103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/12/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-535844655368480623</id><published>2006-11-10T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:00:59.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kehilangan</title><content type='html'>just finished my computer exams. i wouldnt rate it as great. Went to the police station this morning. first time. the reason is because a stupid bastard stole my 2 bulan handphone and my 3 bulan wallet. i love both. tak boleh je ke amek duit and campak je wallet tu kat tepi? dah la dalam wallet tu byk stuffs. not only ic,driving license but my borders prepaid card (there goes my dream of spending time at borders after all this craziness is over). as well as the new international student card that ive just acquired. totally spoilt my mood. still got one more paper this sunday. realised im whinning like a kid. dah la its my fault. please pray for my ketenangan jiwa cuz im praying too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-535844655368480623?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/535844655368480623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/535844655368480623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/11/kehilangan.html' title='Kehilangan'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-502111052277444942</id><published>2006-10-30T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:59:19.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>So little time so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Final exams will start this Saturday and a day after the last paper the team will be leaving for Europe. Will have to squeeze in preparation for debate camp during that period. It's not a free ride going there. Plus, it's my first outside debate tournament under IIU or specifically MatrixIIU. Of course, all of us wants to do the university proud by doing the best. Jejak kaki balik di Malaysia terus practise for Royals in Sarawak. Registration for second semester will be in between there I guess. No holidays. I'm not complaining. After all, macam tak biasa je takde hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a challenging month...plus a few weeks in december for Royals.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do well for this upcoming exams. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-502111052277444942?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/502111052277444942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/502111052277444942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/10/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-1517216304170698631</id><published>2006-10-26T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:09:58.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Deep yet shallow</title><content type='html'>Jealous. The word is deep yet can be shallow too. Why the sudden need to post about ‘jealousy’ during this time. It’s because during the journeys to and from kampungs to my house that I realized that jealousy is a big part of me. Scary and embarrassing fact-it’s true. It keeps me going during those times when I need the driving force but sometimes it can also be a setback..it’s not there when I need it or it seems to be there during the times when I don’t need it as sometimes jealousy can only leads to hurt and pain. But I feel everyone can relate to jealousy, it’s a feeling that none of us can control from being there but we can control one thing and to me it’s how you convey your jealousy or simply avoiding it from showing up, from making it obvious to other people. Then, that’s the tough part. Suppressing it inside can be a tough job to do and worse…the longer you keep it inside the more screwed you get(well..that depends on what kind of jealousy you’re talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I get jealous easily. I get jealous when the only guy I ever liked liked tells me that he has a girlfriend and it’s a serious one and on that moment..all hopes of getting what really matters to me to disappears. I get REALLY jealous when someone scores higher than me in class despite only half a point higher but I can’t really blame he/she since of course…he/she studies a way lot harder than me(this is the ironic part, this is the point when everything starts to go wrong when you struggle for an exam not because you want to be the BEST but you just want to be above the rest). I get jealous when I see Klok with her unlimited usage of streamyx(wont be long..mama’s gonna change to that plan after fiqah’s SPM). I get jealous of seeing how knowledgeable certain people are, and that I am no where near them. I get really jealous of people who have all the money in the world to spend but never deserves it. I get jealous of how strong certain people have in their faith-and how determined they are to stand for it. I get jealous of seeing certain people being so contented and happy with their life. I get jealous when I see people that I know..always getting what he/she desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people say that I’m a bad person for feeling so much jealousy inside of me..then so be it. I personally think there’s nothing wrong with being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows my jealousy can get into people sometimes, so from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You always want what you can’t have, but I’VE GOT TO TRY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: since updating my blog to bloggerbeta, I have a problem with the haloscan commenting..there goes all the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-1517216304170698631?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1517216304170698631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/1517216304170698631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/10/deep-yet-shallow.html' title='Deep yet shallow'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-116104390172713165</id><published>2006-10-17T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.klstream.com/mp3/niknazmi.mp3"&gt;How to set Pak lah free&lt;/a&gt;. You can listen to the podcast by clicking the link. I have my own reserved opinion about it but.. time just doesn't permits me. But, do tell me what you think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-116104390172713165?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/116104390172713165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=116104390172713165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/116104390172713165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/116104390172713165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/10/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-116048261004025120</id><published>2006-10-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laki</title><content type='html'>A moment during bukak puasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MokCu : Along, kalo u nak cari laki, make sure 1st ciri is that he prays 5 times a day&lt;br /&gt;Along : Memanglah! Tu no. 1 ciri laki idaman. Masalahnya sekarang ni...im not eyeeing on anyone . Dah mama tak bagi cari bf time blaja..but thats not the issue. The issue is there's no guy that attracts me right now. full stop.&lt;br /&gt;Mama : U got me wrong lah along. I dont care whether or not u have a bf. But make sure u dont get married while studying. But if u do, make sure u dont have kids. Carilah bf cecepat. Don't be like me. Kahwin lambat. Btw, make sure cross out all the guy that smokes. U can't live with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku tersenyum sinis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-116048261004025120?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/116048261004025120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=116048261004025120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/116048261004025120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/116048261004025120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/10/laki.html' title='laki'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-116041152209320275</id><published>2006-10-10T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/love2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/400/love2.jpg" width="55" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-116041152209320275?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/116041152209320275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=116041152209320275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/116041152209320275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/116041152209320275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115954893092890161</id><published>2006-09-30T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Everything Has Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't know why the sudden urge to update myspace blog but here's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fifah"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115954893092890161?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115954893092890161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115954893092890161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115954893092890161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115954893092890161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/09/suddenly-everything-has-changed.html' title='Suddenly Everything Has Changed'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115910602460043113</id><published>2006-09-24T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUATIONS, DEFINITIONS AND TECHNIQUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mood : In desperate need of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Listening to : Oasis's Don't Look Back In Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay £2 for a £1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay £1 for a £2 item that she doesn'tneed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp;amp; STATISTICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change,but he doesn't.A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115910602460043113?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115910602460043113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115910602460043113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115910602460043113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115910602460043113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/09/equations-definitions-and-techniques_24.html' title='EQUATIONS, DEFINITIONS AND TECHNIQUES'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115894221871339344</id><published>2006-09-23T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There HE goes [part 2 ]</title><content type='html'>[No relation to the previous post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/faizal_FL06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/faizal_FL06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m not saying this just because &lt;a href="http://fiqss-afiqah.blogs.friendster.com/encore/"&gt;ngah&lt;/a&gt; adores him like he’s the only guy that exists on the planet and I’m not saying this just because he does sound and look HOT when he performs THAT specific performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS PERFORMANCE BLEW ME OFF (the last one that is since that’s the only performance I watched), his music arrangement for that performance was bloody genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not win the competition but he is sure a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I can't believe I'm saying this but my eyes actually hurts when watching the tv : could this be possible?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115894221871339344?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115894221871339344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115894221871339344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115894221871339344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115894221871339344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-he-goes-part-2.html' title='There HE goes [part 2 ]'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115894177134943869</id><published>2006-09-23T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There HE goes [part I]</title><content type='html'>He’s retiring&lt;br /&gt;He’s retiring&lt;br /&gt;He’s retiring&lt;br /&gt;[repeat to self over and over again : he’s retiring]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wouldn’t stop me from my mission next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115894177134943869?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115894177134943869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115894177134943869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115894177134943869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115894177134943869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-he-goes-part-i.html' title='There HE goes [part I]'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115756033031422700</id><published>2006-09-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Over</title><content type='html'>I can’t say that I nearly crossed over. It wasn’t even near to close. Hazeman said that I couldn’t even see a spark or even a tiny dot of light. Why couldn’t I? I mean luck is ALWAYS on my side when I did IT. Even won 1st place in high school for it with the likes of nabila, anad, bam, najat, shana, pcha (who would ever thought??.LOL.fine klok…I know it’s a one night-not-a-very-prestigious-fornal-thing) but still..we won and if you were to ask every single member, we have never been proud! So after doing it for the 3rd time on Monday night and eventually WON, why can’t I still see the light? I guess there’s only one explanation to it : my heart just wasn’t into it. And if the light was EVEN there, I know my heart would refuse to see it. It’s a bad thing I guess because crossing over IS a good thing. Ok, I’m not making myself clear and I don’t intend to. Look on the bright side of life, IF I were to cross over, I would be killing one of my passion in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for missing the 2nd day of &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/azrulizzam/"&gt;league&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. I can’t escape what I have to do that day but I still feel guilty, not only towards Zaimah but more towards myself [do allow this girl some moments of ‘self-absorb ness’]. And the result is, you see the name HOUSE(ask zaimah for the origin of the name) on the bottom of the 2nd league. It’s really frustrating when you work hard for something but you can’t get the grasp of it. I know I don’t really show my emotions to people but I do think a lot about it and I do take it into heart. Again, that might be my problem. I don’t express myself well. I might appear to be the happiest person on earth when inside.adeyh.So, the only logical explanation to all this inconsistencies  is that ‘working hard’ is not even close to ‘hard enough’ yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Stop whining and complaining, do something to change it’. I remember telling that to a person. And I don’t want others telling that to me. Btw, my problems of gadgets had been solved. Finally, a 1gb mp3player+phone+2mpixel cam. That luxury doesn't come easy,thanks to Abah of course and money from my own pocket. I still miss my k700i tho. It was my first phone and its been only 5 months! It’s not really a gift for SPM but in a way it is. Reminded me of my UPSR gift, I lost the walkman, not me but kamm!(hahaha…not really pissed with it but the value of the walkman,the work to get it just makes it so priceless and yeah..walkmans are so ‘in’ at that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t really concentrate typing this since rockstar is on tv. Too bad you can’t see anyone HOT like JD Fortune anymore but again, the quality of the show is still there. Not really addicted to it yet since I missed half of the show but I do miss the periods of after spm when the purpose of living is to wake up the next morning to catch American Idol.Hahaha. If you’re wondering why I’m into these shows( excluding AF, I despise AF!), the answer is very simple. I love singing. BUT I ACKNOWLEDGE the fact that I’m not blessed with great vocals.LOL. So,it’s never wrong to appreciate those who have the talents to sing=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to The Who’s Teenage Wasteland. I DON’T NEED TO FIGHT TO PROVE I’M RIGHT.I DON’T NEED TO BE FORGIVEN.THEY’RE ALL WASTED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115756033031422700?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115756033031422700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115756033031422700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115756033031422700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115756033031422700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/09/crossing-over.html' title='Crossing Over'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115752152868209910</id><published>2006-09-06T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is the best medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/dahbencikot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/dahbencikot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/silentfather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/chedetfeerlees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/chedetfeerlees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/abridgetoofar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/abridgetoofar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/kahiryreloaded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/thebalaci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://amirulhafidz.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Amirulhafidz&lt;/a&gt; for the posters. And thanks for being my partner when it comes to political issues. Hahaha. I do hope I won’t get into trouble for this. Ehem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115752152868209910?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115752152868209910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115752152868209910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115752152868209910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115752152868209910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/09/laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title='Laughter is the best medicine'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115664725145332695</id><published>2006-08-27T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM " He left it where he knew she would find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HUSBAND VS WIVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied , "in-laws".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. "So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, " but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;W O R D S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CREATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A man said t o his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time." The wife responded, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain............God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Taken from K. Ruby's blog, you can click to her blog by clicking to the TKC OGA link on the right. You can never get enough of a good laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115664725145332695?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115664725145332695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115664725145332695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115664725145332695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115664725145332695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-morning.html' title='sunday morning'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115571246582719864</id><published>2006-08-16T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARR</title><content type='html'>'Harr' in Arab means HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I writing this? because I'm pissed that this computer can't read my pendrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to my friends, this new word would surely be benefitial/mind-opening for them...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115571246582719864?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115571246582719864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115571246582719864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115571246582719864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115571246582719864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/08/harr.html' title='HARR'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115477051367415416</id><published>2006-08-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEKU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/DSC01018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/DSC01018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says we dont know how it feels like to study overseas?Hahaha,kidding. How am I supposed to stand studying in a place for the next few years(including main camp)where 'freezing cold' is the only word to describe it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115477051367415416?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115477051367415416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115477051367415416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115477051367415416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115477051367415416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/08/beku.html' title='BEKU'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115477027827607846</id><published>2006-08-05T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>Afifah sudah penat..&lt;br /&gt;Afifah hendak berjumpa dengan rakan-rakan lama dan menghabiskan masa sehari suntuk semata-mata untuk berbual dengan mereka..lebih-lebih lagi sahabat karibku-Nabila,...sudah sebulan ku tidak bertentang mata dengannya. Afifah hanya mampu mendengar suaranya melalui telefon dan berkomunikasi dengan rakan-rakan melalui khidmat pesanan ringkas sahaja. Apatah lagi Aishah aka. kawan baik, Nadya, Huda dan lain-lain..namun apakan daya, hidup perlu diteruskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note to self: you need a diary/organiser to straighten your life!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115477027827607846?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115477027827607846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115477027827607846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115477027827607846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115477027827607846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/08/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115358258462330824</id><published>2006-07-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tuesday February 7, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Firecrackers getting on our nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;AS I am writing this e-mail, the noise from illegal firecrackers has been going on for more than five hours since 9pm and is getting on people's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;This housing area is situated in Bandar Menjalara, Kepong, and we have people of&lt;br /&gt;different ages living here. Babies, senior citizens and people who want to have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Even as a 17-year-old girl, I am shocked and thought I might get a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;This problem has been going on for years. Numerous police reports have been made but yet no action has been taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUR AFIFAH BT MOHAMADDIAH,&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/2/7/focus/13313563&amp;sec=focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/2/7/focus/13313563&amp;amp;sec=focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh all you can. Mock me if you want. But hey..at least I can say that 'actions speaks louder than words'. There's got to be a 'first' for everything. Errrr..it is kind of funny when I read it back. It is weird in a way and there's something about it that doesn't enter. I was writing it during the 'heat of the moment' thing. So pissed off with people here that only know how to complain but never really took actions to COUNTER it. I should have created a pseudonym instead of using my full name so I can avoid people throwing bricks at my house ( not that it happened). At least people gave a notice to it because right after the comment, it was peaceful at night but 2 weeks after that, the scenario resumes ( does this reflect the kind of mentality that our society has? ). Another reason why I like it is because it's short and simple- the message is being conveyed ( proud that the editor didn't change any part of it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learn is that when I write - I need to use my heart but of course I need my brain to project the words. And even when I write this blog..I realised that I have so many weaknesses ( klok would be glad to point out the mistakes and give corrections) and that my command of the English language is very weak. Do not even start talking about grammar with me because I'll draw a blank face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog entry on MC IIUM will be coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115358258462330824?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115358258462330824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115358258462330824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115358258462330824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115358258462330824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-shot.html' title='first shot'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115158679954492679</id><published>2006-06-29T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell me why it’s OK&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israeli’s abducted 1/3 of the Palestinian cabinet when HAMAS held one of their soldiers in captive. I repeat, ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israel military can easily kill Palestinian civilians during their picnic or whenever it is during the course of history (they killed thousands already) and the standard reply to the incident is “We’re sorry. We didn’t mean for that to happen”. Imagine if it were to happen to Israel citizens. Do you think the Israel administration can accept the same answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Israel soldiers to kill people, but not the Palestinians. Does one life have another value compared to the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Fatah were to win the Palestinian election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of people board on to a ship, came to a place and suddenly declare it as a country (on a country that already exists). Wait for the absurd part. The international community actually recognised it as a country headed by the Ulcerated Sphincter of Assyria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no action is taken against the Ulcerated Sphincter of Assyria when they have weapons of mass destructions ie nuclear weapons. No action is taken against them when they went to war with Iraq despite the red light from UN (a body that proved that they are dysfunctional during these kind of crisis). Btw, until this moment there has been no concrete proof that Iraq possesses WMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tell me why it’s NOT OK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For countries like North Korea or Iran to have and develop their own nuclear programme when the so-called people that ask them to stop have their own programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Palestinians to vote for their own leader, which is HAMAS and let HAMAS run the country [we're seeing democracy at its best here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why couldn’t people see pass that? Why couldn’t the citizens of the world see that? They got the wrong bad guy here. It’s like the lives of people involved in this political crisis has no value what so ever. I can’t stand to see that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115158679954492679?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115158679954492679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115158679954492679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115158679954492679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115158679954492679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115156977272325574</id><published>2006-06-29T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kolej Tunku Kurshiah                                                  &lt;br /&gt;Kolej ulung di negara Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Kami pelajar bersumpah&lt;br /&gt;Akan teguh patuh memeliharanya&lt;br /&gt;Kolej Tunku Kurshiah&lt;br /&gt;Kolej mulia berjasa&lt;br /&gt;Moga- moga tuhan memberi rahmatnya&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa Kolej Tunku Kurshiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, my school song. Short yet meaningful and there’s elegance about the song that I can’t fully describe. Even the melody is soothing to the ears.(not forgetting, lagu NS,one of the best Negeri songs in Malaysia.The melody that is).Certain of my school mates love to sing it in the fast-tempo version (the ‘informal’ version), the ones we use to sing after competitions or any significant event that we believe is necessary to end it with the school song. If you were to ask me, I like the slow-tempo version better. The one when we sing along with the piano during formal assemblies. Ah, formal assemblies…how I hate to stand for so long but I guess we students can tolerate that(and get the pleasure of escaping English class). Once in every 2 weeks or if the schedule gets really busy, once a month.I also love the ‘santapan minda’ session during assemblies(depends on who presents it). My all time favourite would be Mr. Tan Hock Ann’s santapan minda on ‘TKCians are leaders, but in the same time we can also find many followers. Especially in the homework department*sigh”.Hahaha, I can still remember the so-called ‘tall girls’ at the back of the line (aimi nabila, syazerq, best friend and yours truly)-ehem, I know I’m not really that tall =P, we love to time the principal’s speech and I can still remember the longest speech she ever made. If I’m not mistaken, it’s more than an hour! Despite the really long speech, I love listening to Pn. Rokiah’s speeches. She has that tone in her voice which makes you want to listen. What came out from her mouth are always words of wisdom. Words to make us girls more matured. I wish I could be like that one day. To speak not only with conviction, but with that ‘aura’ that makes people respect you despite not knowing you. To have that factor which separates me between mediocrity and GREATNESS. It’s time for a new chapter in my life. I’m not saying that I’m trying to forget the past. I don’t want to forget about the past. The past is the thing that shapes us in the future. Let the moment in front of us, or even the present be a moment that is greater than the past. It’s time for me to create my own legacy. No kidding. I’m sick of living behind the shadows of others.With that, I know I have to push myself harder, put more effort in what I do and I know that despite not having all 148 of my gold friends with me, the thought of you people can always put a smile on my face =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;PHILOSOPHY OF TUNKU KURSHIAH COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;To make the students aware that excellence, diligence, mental and physical strength, belief in God and the importance of moral values are virtues to be inculcated so that the students will become responsible members of our society and also as eminent future leaders of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115156977272325574?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115156977272325574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115156977272325574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115156977272325574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115156977272325574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115053749302932663</id><published>2006-06-17T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote from Klok : See what driving brings to your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly Klok! From a week of bad days( no correlation to the world cup), to the dentist telling you that you needed a surgery for something that will affect your life when you get old, to the xray session with shera,to the feeling of insecurities and uneasiness over something stupid (don’t we all ?) , it’s funny how those small things and in this case, driving can change how you’re feeling throughout the day(taking control of the car without supervisions from parents!).&lt;br /&gt;Started off from doing nothing and just messaging Best Friend, Klok and Pudds while listening to Fly.fm turns out to be something fun! I guess it’s not REALLY a great thing but I guess what gets me excited and happy until now is the thought that I did something very unplanned and it was a heat-of the-moment thing. Doing something very impulsive like disturbing my dad’s nap to tell him that I need the car to drive . It might be a small thing to most people but to people who knew me, its big considering the fact that he WOULD never allow me to drive the car and know fifa is the type of person who loves to plan things out before doing something. Weird me. I guess, I was taken aback when he said ‘yes’. Drove the car to the nearest 7-eleven and luckily, there’s still free stuffs left for one person! Another set of free movie tickets!! (gegaya I robbed Xfresh before for its freebies). Haha, laugh all you can. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t appreciate free stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The Best Things In Life Are Free’. There’s a lot arguments that can go against that but for today, I’ll leave it to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/flyfm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fly.fm's Perodua Crew in Medan Menjalara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars, Superman Returns, Scary Movie 4, Just My Luck and THE LAKE HOUSE….I guess I need Scary Movie 4 now. I don’t really like comedies but I need a good laugh to brighten up my solemn days. And The Lake House, I need it because I’ve been watching the trailer everyday at www.apple.com/trailers. Errmm..it’s not possible for me to watch all the movies since I donated a lot already to the cinemas during my post-spm life&lt;br /&gt;[do allow me a moment of ‘shallow’ness]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I AM trying to be happy with my life. I AM contented with my life despite knowing that I need to IMPROVE a lot on certain areas. I AM grateful to be blessed with such great friends that I know will support me despite what and I DO love myself, and I WILL not let other people make me feel bad ( only if I were the one who commits the mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Next week nak drive pergi KDU pulak.yeah! I hope*fingers crossed*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[5 hours after this blog being posted : I was getting my hopes up too high. Things are NOT going to change. Can't they realise for 1 second that I AM already an adult but still...not perfect?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr. Fadzilah Kamsah said that people who smile more often, knows how to handle stress and pressure more. The lesson is, start your day with a smile and end it with one. Owh, and add lots of it in between :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115053749302932663?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115053749302932663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115053749302932663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115053749302932663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115053749302932663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-115012007830993966</id><published>2006-06-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much for United Nations to learn from the World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Kofi A. Annan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU may wonder what a secretary-general of the United Nations is doing writing about football. But in fact, the World Cup makes us at the United Nations green with envy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pinnacle of the only truly global game, played in every country by every race and religion, it is one of the few phenomena as universal as the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could even say it’s more universal. FIFA has 207 members, we have only 191.&lt;br /&gt;But there are far better reasons to be envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the World Cup is an event in which everybody knows where their team stands, and what it did to get there. They know who scored and how and in what minute of the game; they know who missed the open goal; they know who saved the penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had more of that sort of competition in the family of nations. Countries openly vying for the best standing in the table of respect for human rights, and trying to outdo one another in child survival rates or enrolment in secondary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;States parading their performance for all the world to see. Governments being held accountable for what actions led them to that result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the World Cup is an event that everybody on the planet loves talking about, dissecting what their team did right, and what it could have done differently.&lt;br /&gt;People sitting in cafes anywhere from Buenos Aires to Beijing debate the finer points of games endlessly, revealing an intimate knowledge not only of their own national team but many of the others too, expressing themselves on the subject with as much clarity as passion. Normally tongue-tied teenagers suddenly become eloquent, confident, and dazzling analytical experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had more of that sort of conversation in the world at large. Citizens consumed by the topic of how their country could do better on the Human Development Index, or in reducing the amount of carbon emissions or the number of HIV infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the World Cup is an event that takes place on a level playing field, where every country has a chance to participate on equal terms. Only two commodities matter in this game: talent and teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had more levellers like that in the global arena. Free and fair-exchanges without the interference of subsidies, barriers or tariffs. Every country getting a real change to field its strengths on the world stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, the World Cup is an event that illustrates the benefits of cross-pollination between peoples and countries. More and more national teams now welcome coaches from other countries, who bring new ways of thinking and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the increasing number of players who, between World Cups, represents clubs away from home. They inject new qualities into their new team, grow from the experience, and are able to contribute even more to their home side when they return. In the process, they often become heroes in their adopted countries- helping to open hearts and broaden minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were equally plain for all to see that human migration in general can create triple gains – for migrants, for their countries of origin and for the societies that receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That migrants not only build better lives for themselves and their families, but are also agents of development – economic, social and cultural – in the countries they go and work in, and in the homelands they inspire through newly won ideas and know-how when they return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any country, playing in the World Cup is a matter of profound national pride. For countries qualifying for the first time, such as my native Ghana, it is a badge of honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are doing so after years of adversity, such as Angola. It provides a sense of national renewal. And for those which are currently riven by conflict, like Ivory Coast, but whose World Cup team is a unique and powerful symbol of national unity, it inspires nothing less than the hope pf national rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to what is perhaps most envialable of all for us at the United Nations: The World Cup is an event in which we actually see goals being reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not talking only about the goals that a country scores; I also mean the most important goal of all – being there, being part of the family of nations and peoples, celebrating our common humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to remember that when Ghana plays Italy in Hannover on June 12. Of course, I can’t promise I’ll succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from The Sunday Star, 11 June 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-115012007830993966?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/115012007830993966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=115012007830993966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115012007830993966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/115012007830993966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/06/much-for-united-nations-to-learn-from.html' title='Much for United Nations to learn from the World Cup'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114956098270969998</id><published>2006-06-06T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mixed Tape</title><content type='html'>Now Playing : Aerosmith’s Dream On , Coldplay’s Fix You, Jimmy Eat World’s Work&lt;br /&gt;In the mood to say : You always want what you can’t have…but I’ve got to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fulfil my roles as the so-called OTH president( since there’s so many rebutan kuasa going on!), here’s a few quotes that really got me thinking about LIFE-the games that plays us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I'm a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past, and recognize that every day won't be sunny. And when you find yourself lost in the darkness of despair remember, it's only in the black of night that you see the stars, and those stars lead you back home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody can't be popular, because if they were -- nobody would be popular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So don't be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There's no shame in being afraid. Hell, we're all afraid. What you gotta do is figure out what you're afraid of, because when you put a face on it you can beat it. Better yet, you can use it..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“People ALWAYS leave, but SOMETIMES they come back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives, or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war... Hoping for their safe return... But knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And my all time favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes…all you need is one.ONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114956098270969998?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114956098270969998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114956098270969998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114956098270969998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114956098270969998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/06/mixed-tape.html' title='The Mixed Tape'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114932249019986498</id><published>2006-06-03T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPM '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s interesting to know how I can survive without tv and internet for more than a week when it comes to something that I really care about:). I was away for a more than a week, staying one night with my adeks at tkc, helping them with some last-minute preparations and then, off to Kuantan for PPM. It irritates me that certain parties especially teachers from certain schools hates me for the fact that I’m there. I know what they’re thinking. That my time is over. I should move on. I blew it during my time and I’m there just to ‘menyibok’. They can think whatever way that they want. As usual, they have their own right to express what they think but listen to these facts. I AM moving on. I’m there because I love the team so much. I’m there because my adeks needed me despite SEMSAS takde air(everyday have to carry buckets of water). I’m there because I need to be there. I never realized how much negative influence I brought to the team :P. Within one day of my stay, all the basketballers+debaters have started quoting ‘takde P’ out loudly. Never proud of it. Just hope that they’ll stop using it by the time school holiday ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t control my emotions when the speaker announced that my adeks won against SAKTI. Believe me, SAKTI’s really good. They even have the potential to beat one of the semi-finalists.Suddenly, the tears were flooding and my initial response was to grab all the girls and tell them how proud I am of them. I have to live with fact till I die that I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/resize3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/resize3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;never made it outside the group- after losing to the KISAS, the champs in my group. So, in a way the girls managed to redeem themselves and again…myself. In the 2nd quarters, when the speaker announced that the winning team was sesiput- I can’t believe my ears. I tried looking at the girls for conformation. I guess I was reluctant to accept the truth because judging by the debate-we TOTALLy deserve to win. What makes it worst, after the debate I found out that it was a 3-2 split.Ermm…it’s kind of ironic that all the team that managed to proceed to the semi’s are the team that got the by for the 1st quarters. The 1st thing that Nadia and Aainaa told me when the saw me right after the debate was, “Let’s get out from this place”. Totally understand that. Been in the situation. It’s really hard for us to control our emotions and pretended that everything is just OK. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I asked the girls to buy some ice-cream(the increase level of sugar in the blood will make you happy..it’s true!).We walked...and walked,and walked without planning where to go. We make sure that the teachers weren’t there because we need that brief moment all to ourselves. Next thing we know, we’re at the basketball court cheering for the basketball team. There are some moments when we looked at each other’s eyes-when we know how everything’s not OK. What the hell are we doing here when we just lost? But I guess, they’re thinking the same thing that I was thinking. That the basketballers needed our support now more than ever. During that brief moment, I have a big sense of respect towards the girls. They tried to conceal their emotions in front of me because they know…the moment they started to cry, I’ll cry worse. Not only that, they know that they are WINNERS. We don’t need the whole world to know that we’re the best. We know that the trophy belongs to us. As long as we know that-everything’s going to be ok! I applaud the girls’ bravery. I’ve a learned a lot of things from my juniors and I hope they do learn a few things or two from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To my adeks in Basketball…despite not making it all the way to the finals, YOU thought me one thing- we don’t judge people by the way they treat WINS, but we judge them with they way they DEAL with losses. And to me, you are WINNERS whether you realize it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/resize%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Saadah, Nadia and Aainaa-if you’re reading this, I have no regrets. If there’s one regret…it’s the way how the judges treated my adeks unfairly.Saadah-you have a year to go! Nadia,proud to have you as my apprentice.Aainaa-from one captain to another,its unwritten. Same goes to my adeks in the BM debate. Ezzat aka vice pres of ‘p club’..if only they knew. Why is it so hard for the judges to let TKC enter the finals of BM debate? I’m no master in BM debate but even a 6 year old kid can judge that debate and knows who deserves to win. Back to my adeks in the Eng. Category, you guys proved everyone wrong! UIA debate is just a setback. From not even making it to the top24 teams in UIA, I’m not exaggerating when I say that my adeks deserves to be the PPM champs. They worked so hard and the best part is…they improved like hell!! I would like to take this opportunity to thank my adeks for doing the best that they can, the way they respected and defended me (ehem..), for making me proud, for following my orders when I say that no one gets to sleep until 3.30am!, for tolerating with my ‘sensitive+pain in the ass side’, for allowing me to teach you people and the best part is…for giving me the chance to be a part of all this. I could never ask for more. You know better than me, that if given the chance to debate with the finalists especially our-next-door neighbour ,you guys can surely kick ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP THE COLLEGE FLAG FLYING HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, good luck to TKC’s Rhythmsquad for the Wind Orchestra finals at KL Convention Centre! Will try and find a way to come and support, especially the percussion line-sectionmates!*winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,debate club president '05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious,you're not really losing it.You're just passing it on to someone else&lt;/em&gt;." – Mitch Albom’s The Five People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; You Meet in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114932249019986498?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114932249019986498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114932249019986498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114932249019986498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114932249019986498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/06/ppm-06.html' title='PPM &apos;06'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114849771554179156</id><published>2006-05-25T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo?</title><content type='html'>If you were to tell me that you didn’t cry at least once while watching Disney classics such as The Lion King or The Fox and The Hound…you must have a heart like a stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it me just being super-sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klok, Hicks for IDOL! SOUL PATROL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114849771554179156?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114849771554179156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114849771554179156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114849771554179156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114849771554179156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/emo.html' title='Emo?'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114806167522359914</id><published>2006-05-20T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;haven’t been blogging lately because I couldn’t find any inputs at all. This what happens when you’re stuck at home for more than half a year doing nothing. Your brain started to freeze, the tv and computer is your life, you don’t read anymore and you took quite a while to multiple 0.2 with 100. I don’t know if I could go lower than this. Yesterday, since there was nothing interesting on tv from 9pm till 10pm( yeah…since when I let tv conquer my life?) , I decided to play a Mariah CD, lay down on mama’s couch and read the newspaper! I miss the times when it took me 1 hour to read the whole newspaper. The times when me and Bugbak or Killer would fight with each other at the library just to get hold of the latest edition of a newspaper and to be more specifically …..The Star! And its not entirely newspapers nowadays…it’s been a month since I read any books for that matter. I still have The Alchemist, The Fourth Estate, The Street Lawyer, The Broker, The Client, and The Bourne Identity waiting next to my bed, just sitting neatly in &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/DSC03809.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/DSC03809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the shelf to be read. What’s wrong with me? I’ve been dying to read all those books or even more ever since I entered F5. I kept thinking, “I’m so going to read all this books after SPM”,and yet…now I’m too lazy to even read the newspapers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup, ‘lazy’ is definitely the correct term for that. I’m concerned about this because to me, reading (newspaper,books,mags,etc) is really important…because by doing that, I started to have opinions, views, ideas or even principles on certain issues or ideas. And it is something that I’m always proud of, to have my own stand or opinion on the issue but in the same time-still try to digest and evaluate other people’s perception towards it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m going to write the pros and cons just to satisfy myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reasons why I love reading and should read straight away (non-academic materials)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1)I love the smell of books:P&lt;br /&gt;2)It feels good to say ‘merepeklah buku tuh’ or ‘I’m going to read it again' after you finished&lt;br /&gt;reading the book&lt;br /&gt;3)I like recommending good books to my friends&lt;br /&gt;4)I’m absorbed in the book and it feels like I’m in the book when I’m totally engrossed in it&lt;br /&gt;5)You can actually obtain a lot of knowledge from a work of fiction(eg. dan Brown's work)&lt;br /&gt;6)It’s good to sit down and discuss a book with a friend&lt;br /&gt;7)I actually have a REAL mission : to finish and understand the book!&lt;br /&gt;8)Like I got anything better to do…&lt;br /&gt;9)I love my imagination&lt;br /&gt;10)It pleases everyone…from arwah tokyah to mama and abah&lt;br /&gt;11)It takes me away from the IDIOT BOX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;12)Since when I need a list to justify my love for my ultimate hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reasons why I shouldn’t pursue reading again during this ‘pengangguran’ period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)It takes me away from the IDIOT BOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I guess I have my answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114806167522359914?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114806167522359914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114806167522359914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114806167522359914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114806167522359914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114744898040852633</id><published>2006-05-12T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segalanya</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long time since the family get together after tok yah’s death. I can’t believe at this time, a year ago he was still here. Well, we did a kenduri arwah for tok yah and tokmak last Sunday at my great uncle’s house. Some of the family members can’t attend the kenduri for reasons that can’t be avoided. It feels great to meet up with them, u know..having all of them in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/DSC04944.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The picture would have twice the number of people in normal circumstances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/Picture%2835%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/DSC04938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couldn’t think of much to write. Too bummed up about the UPU and matriks issue. I’m just praying that Allah will give me the second chance and decides what’s best for me. In the mean time…appeal letters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114744898040852633?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114744898040852633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114744898040852633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114744898040852633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114744898040852633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/segalanya.html' title='Segalanya'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114693039379379023</id><published>2006-05-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:53.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>“&lt;em&gt;Are we supposed to be government supporters or Members of Parliament? We have reached that crossroads and should be prepared to make changes.&lt;br /&gt;“Parliament is not a government department. Parliament is where the people’s mandate is. At the very least, when we talk about corporate governance, about integrity, let’s have it in Parliament for start.”&lt;/em&gt; – Datuk Shahrir Abdul Samad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;The best kind of a government is a government that governs the less&lt;/em&gt;”- Stephen Colbert during the White House Correspondents' Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;There are certain things that are not permissible no matter what. TORTURE is one of those things&lt;/em&gt;” – Jennifer Daskal, Human Rights Watch’s US advocacy programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I know what they are capable of and they proved me right. This is a big boost for them.&lt;/em&gt;” – National doubles coach Rexy Mainaky on the win by Chong Ming-Kien Keat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;There is no point crying over spilt milk. We have to look forward to further strengthening our team.”&lt;/em&gt; –National chief coach Yap Kim Hock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Gubra ialah sebuah filem bancuhan beberapa kerat mesej iklan Hari Raya Petronas, lawak yang meraban merapek, pembelaan terhadap inter-faith commission, geng sister in Islam, Islam ala Islam Hadhari, dan penyelewengan ajaran Maulana Rumi yang ramai orang mahu percaya diri mereka memahami sebahagian aspek kesufian tetapi berada di dalam kurungan istidraj yang sesat lagi menyesatkan&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak memahami apa yang indah dan gelap atau lucunya Gubra. Saya tahu filem, mise en scene dan segalanya. Saya tak pandang semua itu. Sesekali saya malah berasa terhina dengan adengan-adengan filem ini. Lakonan sehebat mana sekalipun telah dimualkan dengan inti yang sungguh menyesak lagi menyesatkan ini. Kerja cahaya atau sinematografi yang handal sekalipun tak dapat menenggelamkan kelucahan dan kekeliruan yang diutarakan. &lt;/em&gt;” – Faisal Tehrani on Gubra Yang Sesat lagi Menyesatkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;For most people, jason is dead. and that that last reprise is just a dream, or an ideal situation, or an indication of how things might've been, a kind of wishful thinking. these people are realists.but for some... for some, that was REAL. and that everything that came before was a dream. these people are, like myself, hopeless romantics.but in the end, they may be right after all. for in "mukhsin", jason and orked make a 5 minute comeback... as MAN AND WIFE!” &lt;/em&gt;- Yasmin Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;3. did you get enough sleep last nyte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than enough thanks to post-spm nothingness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. 3 things you cant live without?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music,my phone,astro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. first thing you will buy if given onethousand dollars?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tough choice.shoes i guess.&lt;/em&gt;” - Klok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114693039379379023?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114693039379379023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114693039379379023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114693039379379023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114693039379379023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114659596735440241</id><published>2006-05-03T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN - for real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m in so much pain .It even hurts to sit in this chair. I’m currently sitting straight like a robot. I don’t know what went wrong. I was opening the pipe to take my wudhu’ and  the next thing I knew I feel like falling down. Ouch! My back never aches this much. I just hope I wont be feeling like this again when I’m old. If this is what it feels like for old people, I’m going to stock up on my supplies of calcium so I wont get any kind of aches like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to sit, stand and bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope by tomorrow the pain will go away and if not, I’ll certainly persuade Mama to take me to the hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: my swollen hands are recovering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114659596735440241?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114659596735440241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114659596735440241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114659596735440241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114659596735440241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/05/pain-for-real.html' title='PAIN - for real!'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114581970806622050</id><published>2006-04-24T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I fall in love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When I fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It will be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Or I'll never fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In a restless world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Like this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love is ended before it's begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Moonlight kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When I give my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I give it completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Or I'll never give my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the moment I can feel that you feel that way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is when I fall in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Nat King Cole-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is too much but I believe that 'love' is a deep word and shouldn't be said like it doesnt mean anything. If love is what they say it is, why do people easily break up in relationships , why do people hurt each other without thinking. Like a caption from Gubra (not as great as Sepet but still great tho), "Why do we hurt the ones that we love the most". So next time, when you think about saying the word 'love' to a person, make sure you think before you speak. Whether you really mean it or just for the sake of uttering the word. 'Love' can affect us in ways that u can never expect them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from a person with no experience at all, I think it's pretty clear that what I say is true..after years of observation and thinking. Being a neutral party does help u to evaluate what's happening around u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I do love the song and the lyrics. Call me mushy or sentimental but there's no point of hiding your true self. It's never wrong to have a universal taste in music :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114581970806622050?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114581970806622050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114581970806622050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114581970806622050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114581970806622050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='When I fall in love....'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114569351182699897</id><published>2006-04-22T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/Picture(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/Picture%2828%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;I just realised that a song title or a sentence from it makes the best captions or title for blogs. Yeah and in this case.. I would love to introduce everyone to MY GIRL.Suzie. She's my best friend at home ( minus Meen) , she sleeps with me at night ( tho most people especially my parents would never approve of it) . Mama calls her the 'gostan' kucing..a word tok yah always refers to as reverse. Everytime you try to touch her or stroke her she'll take a few steps back. You can't really blame her for acting this way. Her brain's not really the same since the accident. After Mama accidentally hit her while driving, she's been tranfered to UPM (they have the best vet there). And if I'm not mistaken, she's lucky to be even alive now. Her jaw was dislocated to the extend that they have to put a metal there. The vet says that some parts of her brains would not function well anymore so that explains the bad eyesight. And she cant chew like most cats can ie. u cant give bones to her anymore . Despite that she has always been and will always be my girl. Well, I feel like cheating on Didy this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/Picture(1)%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/Picture%281%29%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; I mean... don't get me wrong. I love Didy with all my heart but Didy doesnt lick your hands or tends to manja you like my dear Suzie would. She is actually tok yah's cat and after he passed away sometimes I feel like she stills follow what tok yah teached her. Haha, for instance she doesn't like it when people touch her with her hands but she prefers it when people stroke her using their feet ( gross??).&lt;br /&gt;Well... I guess this is the time for me to introduce everyone to the queen of cats. The granny of all my cats and of course...the one that survives it all. She's been bitten by a snake. Been sent to UPM for almost 2 weeks. The vet told us that her she has kidney failure and her liver is collapsing but now...she is healthy as ever thanks to the UPM vets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/family%20007.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..this is old Lily. Apparently, not like her owners...she's a supporter of Liverpool. Maybe she's attracted to the colour red on tv but hey..why isn't she watching any MU matches? Haha..the house is divided in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Oscar and Tina. Since you're both the least closest to me. I'll write about u 2 next time :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114569351182699897?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114569351182699897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114569351182699897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114569351182699897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114569351182699897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114551510659973989</id><published>2006-04-20T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114551510659973989?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114551510659973989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114551510659973989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114551510659973989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114551510659973989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/04/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-114551488479975355</id><published>2006-04-20T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So where is the passion when we need it the most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/1600/TKC%20article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/TKC%20article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..what makes TKC girls tick? A question that I myself find it hard to answer. I'm not going to use this page as a medium for me to talk bad about something that I'm not satisfied with. It's just that it's hard to see something that you work hard for, something that you're really passionate about...suddenly GONE like that just because there are certain people who does not have a slightest idea on how hard it is to excel in this area that I'm so crazy about (haha..yeah..hard to understand ryte, u people might mistaken it for crap..that's why it's the crapsheet.). People who really knew me might understand what I'm talking about. Despite being dissapointed about these 'certain people', I dont put the blame entirely on them . Instead of blaming them, I should look at myself first. Have I been a good teacher? Did I actually helped them all this while or make them worse?. It's easy for us humans to put a blame on someone and look at their selves first. But the ironic part if I were to blame myelf...is that all this while the team had never received any helps before for this specific tournaments. Heck, we don't even have that much practises because this specific thing that I'm talking about requires your own general knowledge and your own ability to act spontaniously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does give comfort, when people actually remembered me. Despite not being the best team, at least I and my team mates have our own legacy and not being overshadowed by the past. People remembered us for who we are, for what we did and acomplished( tho it's not that big anyway). Well..lets' go through memory lane for a while. In 2004, when my best friend can't make it to the team because of certain things she can't avoid,me and teaa was utterly devestated. We managed to find a replacement in time but of course,nothing beats best friend. All we hoped for is to have more wins than losses. What a suprise when we know that we were ranked 4th and did make it to the semi's. I thought it was pure luck but Anad once said "It's not all luck that manage to get you through 5 rounds,the octofinals,the quarterfinals and RM500 for getting 3rd". Well, I leave it to that. And last year,having our best friend back in the team did changed a lot. We boosted to no. 3 in the rankings but unfortunately our journey stopped in the octo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the part of being remembered..haha, you know how I hate copycats. Whenever I feel mad or pissed off with certain people who really tried to copy TKC's style or specifically the way we dress ( hye..this is a big issue) , I remembered what my mom told me "The biggest form of flattery is through imitation". Then I guess I should be flattered in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down memory lane does hurt sometimes. Like Mika's fav quote "OUCH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-114551488479975355?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/114551488479975355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=114551488479975355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114551488479975355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/114551488479975355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-where-is-passion-when-we-need-it.html' title='So where is the passion when we need it the most?'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-113946065584365705</id><published>2006-02-09T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sudden 'mushy'ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first live telecast of the Grammy Awards. It was quite annoying when astro faced some technical problems and there was 30 minutes of advertisements. I can't believe I'm actually going to confess about a particular moment that suddenly touches my soul. Yeah people, music DOES and CAN touch a person's soul. It came when Jay-Z was colaborating with Linkin Park. I was absorbed in the music and of course, I can't keep my eyes away from Jay-Z's shirt..which has a picture of John Lennon.It was quite weird when Chester suddenly sang 'Yesterday' by the Beatles. That moment of suprise came when suddenly Paul McCartney appeared on stage and joined in the song. I dont know what struck me but suddenly my eyes was a little bit wet( trying not to show myself so much as a sensitive person). It was a moment of...I can't explain it. I'm speechless. Out of words. It's not the best vocal performance ever to be heard but there's somenthing mysterious about that performance that happens to touch my heart and somehow forced my brain to signal a few stuffs to my eyes to shed a few drops of tears( gee..does this sound 'bimbo'ish?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My undying support goes to Kanye West ( soon man!) . And I was 'awed' by Bruce Springsteen's performance of Devil's &amp; Dust. How can you play 2 music instruments at the same time? And even though I know there's no way Klok's gonna read this but bless the broken road....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Jack &amp;amp; Bobby,Wednesdays,11.00pm,TV3..go and watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should work for a MediaPrima..ermm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-113946065584365705?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/113946065584365705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=113946065584365705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113946065584365705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113946065584365705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/02/sudden-mushyness.html' title='the sudden &apos;mushy&apos;ness'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-113933519500296465</id><published>2006-02-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yeah Whatever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Yeah Whatever". I know people use it really often nowadays but there's something about these 2 words that irritates the hell out of me. Hearing these 2 words spoken alive or even through smses..it sets me into 5 minutes of pure evil inside. For me "yeah whatever" is used to show how you disagree with something but you cant find words to fight it back,how irritated you are with that person,etc..it can be too long to explain but to me those 2 words only spell one word : RUDE. I regard "yeah whatever" as being totally rude. Haha, I know most people disagree with me on this issue and I dont mind about that. After all..this is my inner thoughts. So, to be on the safe side...dont use "yeah whatever" when being in contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p/s: ngah and tikah..pay attention to this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-113933519500296465?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/113933519500296465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=113933519500296465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113933519500296465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113933519500296465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-whatever.html' title='&quot;Yeah Whatever&quot;'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-113933493527200327</id><published>2006-02-08T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:49.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate state of weirdness</title><content type='html'>Life after spm has been really weird. Weird that after putting so much energy and time thinking and planning about stuffs I'm going to do after spm...I regretted doing it and wished that I have used the time instead to really study. I guess it's TOTALLY true that time and tide waits no man.or woman in my case.It's the daily routine everyday.. I woke up and then it's already time for lunch,then it's either the tv,internet,radio,musics and books. I did this research everytime on how the tv,handphones could ruin a person's life but I never thought it could happen to me. I barely have time for doing the best I can in a particular thing and that is reading. In school I could finish a Jeffrey Archer (one of the best story tellers..) book in 2 days and still have time completing my homework. Now ,without the homeworks nagging me I need like 4 days to finish a book. What's even more worse.. I dont read the newspaper as much as I do compared to the 1-hour-a-day-time-spent-in-the-library-for-newspapers I spent in TKC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting the hang of blogspot and have yet to discover ways to update my profile without having to download all the unneccesary stuff. Just in case a person other than me reads this, I have a lot pf plans for my life. I hope to do well in university since I think this is the chance that I'll get to study stuffs that I'm really passionate about ( no more add maths and elective subjects!), I hope that I can remain a GPA of 3.5 for every semester..oops,better be realistic this time. I hope I can be the next person in Malaysia that can make a big difference in people's live in the future. In the same time, I wish that I could spend more time now talking on ideas instead of people, I wish that I could get a new handphone and a new postpaid line,a new set of clothes for my closets and of course all the money in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect too much from me..after all,I'm still a teenager, a typical 17 year old girl deep inside..a child under the UN 's chilren act.I deserve to be a mat jenin once in a while and do my crap here but do expect great things from me in the future! For the time being, I thing it would be good enough to gain an entrance in a public university since my results are not so good compared to the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I miss my debating years..errmm..tough question but I guess I'm quite heartless now because the season hasnt arrived yet but seriously I do miss my team mates!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/247/2157/320/12921348919108l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-113933493527200327?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/113933493527200327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=113933493527200327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113933493527200327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113933493527200327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/02/ultimate-state-of-weirdness.html' title='the ultimate state of weirdness'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-113827842152892712</id><published>2006-01-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>"If it were supposed to feel good, they wouldn't call it a crush"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-113827842152892712?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/113827842152892712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=113827842152892712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113827842152892712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113827842152892712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/01/crush.html' title='crush'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21335618.post-113792425842899267</id><published>2006-01-22T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:20:48.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st entry</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;I already have a blog in friendster but people seems to prefer blogspot. So, during this ultimate state of boredom, why not create one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21335618-113792425842899267?l=nurafifah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/feeds/113792425842899267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21335618&amp;postID=113792425842899267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113792425842899267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21335618/posts/default/113792425842899267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurafifah.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-entry.html' title='1st entry'/><author><name>Afifah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/fifah_016/google.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
