<?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-1077827241165353968</id><updated>2012-02-11T15:23:06.400+08:00</updated><category term='gay'/><category term='champions league'/><category term='adam'/><category term='funny'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='braces.'/><category term='boring monday'/><category term='american'/><category term='trixie'/><category term='song'/><category term='usa'/><category term='new'/><category term='perez'/><category term='kuwait'/><category term='celebrity crush'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='idol'/><category term='la la la'/><category term='handphone'/><category term='the bird and the bee'/><category term='gombak queensland'/><category term='sunway college'/><category term='hilton'/><category term='favourite'/><category term='emo'/><category term='lambert'/><category term='super junior'/><category term='hee chul'/><category term='the hills'/><title type='text'>I am me. You are you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-9120445033002063043</id><published>2010-03-13T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:32:05.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu Pahat bound by tomorrow~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So I checked my results yesterday, 2 words : SYUKUR ALHAMDULILLAH. I was so worried that I might have to repeat any paper, I mean staying in Petaling Jaya for another sem was not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/18.gif" width="97" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean sure I didn’t make the “DEAN’S LIST”, regardless, I’m just appreciative of the fact that I didn’t failed. Gombak, here I come~! Another 4 years and I can finally graduate as an engineer~!!! Hopefully so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/17.gif" width="70" height="69" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can focus on going to the Super Junior concert with a clear head and nothing to worry. I can’t wait~! Its less than a week!! Must start memorizing the fanchants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/62.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier this sem, my dad promised me a certain amount of money if I score a certain grade this sem. When I told him my results, he even kissed me on the cheek!! 3 times!!! Well we were in the middle of a family drama thanks to my brother, I thought that would be a great time to break the good news of me not failing any paper. So I made it clear to my dad that regardless, I want a phone. My Sony Ericsson k610i has been used since the last 4 years. I know, talk about “ENDURANCE”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/34.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing compared to Christoph Walt’s endurance in the acting world of course. Have I mentioned how much I love this guy, he’s awesome~! A well deserved oscar christoph! “That’s an UBER-BINGO~!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/28.gif" width="80" height="81" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I’m contemplating on what phone brand to use. Chongmall… I can’t make up my mind. I’m so picky that’s the problem. I’d rather not buy than buying something that I don’t… Like. Right now LG Arena is on top. But my cousin, Iqa, who’s using LG herself is all, “Don’t. LG sucks.” So there you go, another crossroad. Regardless, hopefully I do end up with a new phone. My old phone has gone ngek ngok on me, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/29.gif" width="80" height="82" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to pasar tani with my mom, whoaa~!! The popiah was to die 4!!! So on the way back, my mom suddenly mentioned that when she retires from working with Kementerian Kesihatan next year, she’ll give me the vios car!!! Well not like, legally or anything, she’ll give it to me so that I can drive it around campus!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/46.gif" width="132" height="82" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDUUDDEEE~!! That’s fucking major ok!!! Gombak to me seems like its just 3 inches from KL and a foot away from Genting Highland!!! Okay, well not literally. *Exaggerating much…* So my mom will officially retire from working with the government next year on August. So it’ll be during my 2nd year on college, I can wait for a year. It’ll pass by quickly… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/4.gif" width="78" height="83" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow me and my parents are going back to Batu Pahat. My cousin, Kak Zaimah, is getting engaged. That will be on Sunday but there’ll be a TAHLIL on the night of Saturday. Definitely looking forward to 3-4 hours of driving. The last time I drove from Batu Pahat to KL I drove 160 km/h. So hopefully this time around I’ll be more sane while driving. Regardless, first thing to do tomorrow is to burn 2 CD’s. One filled with kpop and another with GLEE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/30.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody~! I’ve yawned for the gazillionth time it seem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/65.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-9120445033002063043?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/9120445033002063043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=9120445033002063043' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9120445033002063043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9120445033002063043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2010/03/batu-pahat-bound-by-tomorrow.html' title='Batu Pahat bound by tomorrow~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-9135633476477311806</id><published>2010-03-10T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:13:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a SLAVE DRIVER~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s procrastinating. I wonder if there is a job where you’re specialty is to procrastinate. Cause I’m sure I’d be damn good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/104.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest example is the fact that I have yet to finish watching True Blood, to-date. I don’t know. When I’m not obsessed with something, I don’t have the initiative to finish it. Unlike certain obsessions, I don’t get tired watching the same thing OVER &amp; OVER AGAIN. It’s very unhealthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/56.gif" width="90" height="90" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up at 10 am, or maybe 11 am. But decided to tergolek2 atas katil for another hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/49.gif" width="80" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved my body at around 12 to find that my dad has gone to the hospital to get his eyes checked. His eyes are not in good condition, which worries me since he got his left corner or was it iris replaced with an artificial one. That’s two MINOR surgery (minor, but MAJOR anxiousness on us) in one year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/3.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for him so I tried to be a good daughter throughout the day. I prepared his lunch, (which is very rare in my case) I even prepared a jug of ribena!!! My poor dad, he just slept the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/25.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only productive thing I did the whole day is tweeting, playing pet society obsessively (I’ve collected like, 16000 coins and even adopted a lion cub which I named Simba for my pet called Aoki), and… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/89.gif" width="100" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I cooked lauk sayur today?? I did~!! It smelt like toxic unfortunately, to my nose anyway. I wonder if I put too much maggi cukup rasa. Or too much pepper? God knows but I’ve learnt my lesson. Plus I guess I did put too much water. So much for my soup sayur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=004t47t4.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/004t47t4.gif" border="0" alt="snsd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I picked up my mom from work, and at night we went back again to her office because she forgot her purse. I call myself a slave driver. I might even do it for free. I just love driving, it’s literally my caffeine. No matter how sleepy I am, gimme the wheel and I’ll drive in 120 km/h in 5 seconds. Well, that’s if I was driving an SLR McLaren of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/87.gif" width="85" height="85" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so happy, this upcoming 30th of March, I shall no longer be under PROBATION. I will have my solid driver license~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=33.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/33.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HATERS TO THA LEFT~!* &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I feel for someone who has : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Defy the odds with my height to drive a NAZA RIA car~! (once at 120 km/hr! And my parents are right, if you can drive a HUGE car like that. You can drive anything…)&lt;br /&gt;2. Drive the Toyota Vois 160 km/hr from Johor to Putrajaya (well not all the way admittedly)~!&lt;br /&gt;3. Drive a Chevrolet car from Atlantic City to Niagara Falls (not all the way either but it was without GPS and solely dependant on GOOGLE MAPS, and with the car all terbalik from the signal to the driver’s seat etc.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Scratched her friend’s parent’s HONDA CIVIC car without paying a cent (though my conscience told me to, but my bank account said no)&lt;br /&gt;5. Potong these huge-size lorry like optimus prime size and mind you the fucking highway there in the states that I was driving on were literally two lanes only. 2 small fucking lanes. &lt;br /&gt;6. Drove over the speed limit while the police was behind my back the whole fucking time. (I was in the States, since I’m under probation obviously I shouldn’t drive in another country. I think the limit was like, 75 miles/hr but I went 90-100’ish miles/hr.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Then there was this incident where I was driving and my dad was sleeping at the back and there was this “bonet” in the middle of the road and I panicked, I like pressed on the brakes but then like… Well long story short me and my parents lived to tell this story. But it was literally a life &amp; death situation.&lt;br /&gt;8. Involved in a hit &amp; run. I wasn’t the one who hit of course, I was the one who ran since I was a passenger.&lt;br /&gt;9. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=39.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/39.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kamsamida Si Won Oppa~!*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Long story short, in the short span of 2 years me being under probation, so much have happened. Basically the last time I touched a manual car was on the day of my JPJ test. I wonder if I still remember how to drive a manual car.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=28.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/28.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; On much brighter news, today I watched Invincible Youth. Simply because my Hee Chul was on~! XP I’ve been dying to watch the video with English subs. So to finally watch it today was a relief and it was sooo worth it. Hee Chul’s drama is finally over, I really hope he’ll appear more in variety shows or start MC’ing again. I miss hee chul being hee chul. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=1zpsjvc.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/1zpsjvc.gif" border="0" alt="heechul"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Laters~! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Forgive my kpop gif, I’m bored~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-9135633476477311806?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/9135633476477311806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=9135633476477311806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9135633476477311806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9135633476477311806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-slave-driver.html' title='I&apos;m a SLAVE DRIVER~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-7766362783762318892</id><published>2010-03-08T17:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:22:55.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring monday'/><title type='text'>PRECIOUS~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Omo. Looks like the last time I blogged on my blogspot was like, nearly 2 months ago!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/54.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its mainly because I’m lazy anddd… I’m just not in the blogging mood. This even after 2 weeks since my finals ended. I have literally become a couch potato + lazy bum. Though I have been cooking and helping my dad out in the kitchen. I actually cooked AYAM PEDAS the other day, well with the help of my dad of course. Without him I might even burn the house down, XD Even my dad was like, “Take a picture! This is historic. You can show it to your friends later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/44.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I wonder if he was just being “sarcastic”. Anyhoo, I’ve been dying to watch this film online. PRECIOUS. Yeah sure it was very hyped up but apart from that, I just want to watch a real gritty movie. Basically, because of my super sslloowww internet connection, I’ve only watched the 1st 10 minutes of the movie. The 1st 10 minutes already had a “WTF moment”, which was when her OWN dad fucking raped her, and her mom just stood there doing fucking nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=nojustno.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/nojustno.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in this movie, Precious is an overweight teenager who is illiterate living in Harlem around the year 1987 who is currently pregnant with her 2nd child. She’s literally still in junior high. I can’t wait to finish this movie. Hopefully my internet connection will speed up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/15.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this upcoming Thursday, my finals result will come out. Lying if I say I’m not one bit nervous, cause I am. I just don’t want to repeat any subject. If anything, I am very concerned with my Physics 4. I failed my mid term paper, if my dad knows I’m dead. ← exaggerate-much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/48.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I’m scared. I just don’t wanna go back there again (UIA PJ). No, 2 years is mmoorree than enough. But, kalau dah ditakdirkan that I shall have to repeat any subject, I shall accept my fate. I’m sure ada hikmah disebalik all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=13.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/13.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to a much much JOYOUS NEWS. SUPER JUNIOR is coming to tooowwwnnn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=dsf9ujpg.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/dsf9ujpg.gif" border="0" alt="scrubs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see si won’s ABS (LIVE~!!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=001q04zd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/001q04zd.gif" border="0" alt="super junior"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEESICA – I hope gee will be performed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=dcty06.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/dcty06.gif" border="0" alt="heechul"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SULHEE – I wanna see chu~ suju style :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=calagcfanheecat.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/calagcfanheecat.gif" border="0" alt="heechul"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can’t wait, I can’t wait~!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=37.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/37.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll post me &amp; my cousin’s tickets soon. Did I mention I even got this hhhuuugggeee SUJU poster too. I mean its, its huge. Now I know I exaggerate a lot but this is the truth. I’ll post piccies soon. (credits to Nina &amp; Kak Fida~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/50.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all for now, I’ll try to blog more consistenly. Though I have been blogging on my tumblr too. Its crazy, I “micro-blog” at twitter, but I also blog at Live Journal (my 1st ever blog), blogspot and more recently tumblr. I even have a tumblr dedicated towards my kpop obsession so due drop by : www.sujuobsession.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/24.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'm lovviinngg my new LJ layout, its flowery~!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-7766362783762318892?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/7766362783762318892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=7766362783762318892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/7766362783762318892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/7766362783762318892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2010/03/precious.html' title='PRECIOUS~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-281991063649545934</id><published>2010-01-01T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:35:54.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces.'/><title type='text'>NEW YEARS = NEW BRACES = MORE HAPPINESS = LESS DRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/9.gif" width="73" height="73" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FUCKING NEW YEARS ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*admittedly the cursing was unnecessary but that's just how i exaggerate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the f**ked up part was that i spent it at home, asleep, in my kaften, on my bed, completely unconscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i was literally, asleep. though i woke up by myself at around 1.30 am to notice that i've completely missed out in all the drama &amp; commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! what are my new year's resolution this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to beautify my ibadah towards Allah s.w.t *I know I'm still lacking in that department...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. to be a better daughter to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. to be a better friend towards my friends, esp my roommate. srry guys, i know i can be pretty loud at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/24.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can achieve all these 3 as cheesy as it all may sound, i think i'd be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admittedly, i haven't blogged recently because my life was just so full of ups and downs. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day before my birthday hankyung filed a lawsuit against sm which may cause him to leave super junior. *i know its a no big deal to like, 19/20 of the population of the world but as a TRUE ELF, it totallyyy matters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on my birthday my friend's were completely ignorant of it, which I swear to god, I didn't take it PERSONALLY simply because I thought THEY too, were affected with the whole hankyung commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later at night, at around 11 pm, before i officially turn 19 and 1 day, my roommates and a whole couple of friends wished me a happy birthday with 2 chocolate cakes and even pranking me in the bathroom and later in the room that is KC 704.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/35.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaga2 korang, esp u ili. u even took my bra and hid it in your locker!!! wtf???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its you guys punya birthday plak, bukan NILA je aku letak, u ili, aku letak buah fav ko skali, peram2 lagi, DURIAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/26.gif" width="112" height="119" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u heard me gurl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a couple of days later, my mom called me, crying. and i knew it. i knew it instantly. my mom's sister, my aunt just died. eventhough i had an exam coming up, it was just BTQ, i decided to go and balik kluang. i don't think i want to talk more about it, it'll just put me in a down mood. with the whole family drama that went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know... last week was the hardest week of the year 2009. it was literally, bittersweet. when it was sweet, it was too sweet. but when it was BITTER, i can't even swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/2.gif" width="74" height="72" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so technically, i haven't gotten a birthday present from my parents. malulah... buat apa nak berkira... birthday or not, i'm indebted to them for life! plus with my aunt's sudden pass away, it would be rude for me to demand anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm old enough, i know better. it doesn't matter. birthday cake or not. as long as you spend it with the people you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite, my mom offered to get me a new hp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit stunned. my mom sanggup beli fon yg potong duit kredit kad dia tiap2 bulan. but in the list it was just samsung, samsung omnia lah. i'm not very familiar with samsung's featured tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like at this point of my life, and i swear to god i'm not exaggerating, the only 2 phones i'd like to own is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. iPhone (even hankyung has 1 and donghae unless it was an iTouch...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. blackberry (a white one, the one that heidi montag owns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm realistic about it. if i was to own and buy one myself, it'd probably be a couple of years from now where there would probably be a better and newer version of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak cucuk my parents, hhmm... seganlah pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm at another crossroad in my life, to own another phone, which is not exactly my dream phone, but at least its a NEW PHONE. or... wait until i can get my DREAM phone, which i can't take my eyes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know how life works. i'd probably end up with my old phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/48.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad just drop the randomest news yesterday. he informed me that the night before he and my mom went to alamanda and bought a 42 inch PHILLIPS LCD TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/63.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me it was shocking because i assure you here and now, my dad is probably the most frugal human being in MALAYSIA at least... he'd never spend anything without a good cause. so yeah, it was totally random and took me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part, it even has USB connections!!! i mean that's just the icing on the cake people... to think that i can play all my super junior vids on a 42 inch TV?! Allah s.w.t has answered my prayer, literally... *exaggerate-much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv was suppose to be sent today. omomomomo... i can't wait. the 1st think i'm going to do tonight is definitely brain-washing my parents with all the suju vids i have starting from exploration of human body, full house, intimate note, come to play, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm literally turning my parents into an ELF!!! u heard me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/29.gif" width="80" height="82" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do worry if it can play the avi. and flv. format. o well, we'll see how it goes... *nervous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-281991063649545934?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/281991063649545934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=281991063649545934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/281991063649545934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/281991063649545934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-new-braces-more-happiness.html' title='NEW YEARS = NEW BRACES = MORE HAPPINESS = LESS DRAMA'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-4053313508168425045</id><published>2009-12-17T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:52:44.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Singing in The Rain~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;“that's wat life is all about, unfairness, full of sh*t, and constantly a b*tch.” Quote from myself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/30.gif" width="80" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god sometimes I wish the world is like the film zombieland. Just full of zombies and less humans. Less human equals to less drama for me. And that’s a good enough of a world for me. Plus, it would be fun to shoot those zombies or anything living (sort of) without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/141.gif" width="110" height="110" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I’m very unproductive. Oh wait, I did translated my mom’s report. But apart from that, I’m such a bad daughter. I think my dad is the only father in the world who can accept a girl like me as her daughter. I appreciate though having lunch with him at medan selera pre. 9. Its times like these that makes me realize what matters the most in this life, your parents. I once thought about this when I was little, that if I was to lose any or even both of my parents, that I was gonna commit suicide. Haha, literally. I just, didn’t know how to survive without them. I don’t know, maybe its because I’m a****ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=13.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/13.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my greatest fear in life, is to lose them. Even worst, to  lose them, and not having the chance to repay them back. That’s all I aim in life, to make lots of money, and give them anything they want. Of course these materials don’t matter a thing to my parents, they actually get mad at me for buying them anything at all for their birthdays. I once made a promise and I shall stand by it. Once I’m getting a constant salary, I promised my dad a Tag Heuer watch and my mom an Ogawa Massage Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/135.gif" width="85" height="85" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have a dream, an unrealistic one. But I imagined once that I had a loft, situated nicely at the Tribeca area in New York. I think I was a student at Columbia University, doing my Masters or PhD perhaps, or maybe I was a lecturer there, but the best part was that I brought my parents with me. My mom was there to cook for me because admittedly, I’m not the best cook in the world. Then I had my dad, who took such good care of the garden at my balcony and rooftop area. Every morning, when I go to class to “Columbia University”, my mom will go to the ‘halal’ grocery store while my dad jogs at Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/36.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a girl can dream. That above, is of course. The ULTIMATE DREAM. It was fueled even more when I watched a re-run of the Panic Room the other day. This evening though, I opened channel 303, KBS World to watch Dream Team. Eun Hyuk of Super Junior and Minho of SHINee was on which got me excited enough to cheer them up. The funny part was when my mom cheered Eun Hyuk on when he was at the monkey bars by literally yelling, “Cepatlah~! Badan ko kecik je, muat!! Cepatlah!!! Cepat!!!” I laughed my ass off, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=1z160ip.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/1z160ip.gif" border="0" alt="lmao"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough laughing. I think it’s for me to sleep. Hopefully I get to watch Avatar tomorrow with Kamilla. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/122.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-4053313508168425045?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/4053313508168425045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=4053313508168425045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4053313508168425045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4053313508168425045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/12/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in The Rain~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-266844863227992834</id><published>2009-12-16T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:49:22.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombieland, Sophia Ridza and everything in between~!</title><content type='html'>Today I woke at 10.45 am, only to realize that my appointment with my dear friend Kamilla whom I haven’t hang out with since forever, is at 11 am!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/50.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The f**ked up part is that I actually continued sleeping until 11.15 am. Thank god she sms’ed me, so I took my shower around 11.30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/64.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking me up, we went to Alamanda. We sort of contemplated on where to eat. It was hard, weirdly. She wants me to pick where, but I wanted her to pick where. Usually when I go out to Midvalley with my UIA friends, I sort of gravitate towards Chicken Rice Shop which I think I’m secretly addicted to. And most of them are sick with Chicken Rice now, understandably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/44.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at GSC, we didn’t know what to watch. I’ve watched New Moon and I so don’t recommend it to her, it was almost as boring as pulp fiction but minus the filthy words. Just dialogues after dialogues with Kristin Stewart’s stupid emotionless face that makes me want to slap her. Kamilla on the other hand has watched Zombieland. So it was either Santau or Couples Retreat. Too bad there was no perfect time slot for Couples Retreat, so Kamilla picked Zombieland. In return, I pick Chicken Rice shop as a place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/88.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was boring, though when we were seated, we met with our high school friend, ZulAsyraf. We use to be in the same form during form 1 to 3! So yeah, very happy to meet and talk to him. 1.30 we watched Zombieland, that movie is funny in a smart way. I actually enjoyed it, it wasn’t another tacky zombie movie. I love the whole “rule” concept, FUN-NY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/39.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t just good times though the movie, it was still very disgusting. The double tap and the…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=zombieland-poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/zombieland-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, Shaun of The Dead will always be my all time favourite comedy/zombie movie. Its hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/116.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=shaunofthedead.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/shaunofthedead.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz : …and that only exacerbates thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun : What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz : Well with me bringing my flat mates out and you bringing out your flat mate out, things aren’t getting better.  *I don’t think this was the exact dialogue.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun : No, I meant, what does exacerbate means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz : *burn* It means, to make things worse. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went online at Big Apple, Kamilla showing me her Conquer character while I took the advantage of the fast connection to download the audio to the super show 2 album. I’m listening to it as we speak, its sssooo good. It gives the illusion as if you’re at the concert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/91.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s all for today, I’m thoroughly tired now. Though I just read about this girl names Sophia Ridza. And damn do I envy her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/7.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m definitely blogging about her soon, tomorrow perhaps. Adios~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-266844863227992834?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/266844863227992834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=266844863227992834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/266844863227992834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/266844863227992834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/12/zombieland-sophia-ridza-and-everything.html' title='Zombieland, Sophia Ridza and everything in between~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-2404318130804864712</id><published>2009-12-13T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:48:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodles~!</title><content type='html'>I realize it has been quite sometime since I blogged, ‘consistently’. I always do though. It’s as if, me and blogging, comes in seasons. When it’s the right time, I’ll blog. It’s not that I’m not online all the time, I do. ALL THE TIME, literally. I just prefer to open other things which results in limited time to blog since everytime I blog, I literally blog as if I’m writing a novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/94.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now is the mid sem break, 2 important mid sem paper has been taken, 2 major core courses. Calculus and physics. Aarrgghh~! I’m still a bit bummed with the last paper, physics. I really am. I literally, felt like sh*t after that paper. LITERALLY… It was ssoo frustrating. You know that kind of feeling you get, when you give up your all for that one paper, to fail miserably when it matters the most, when its time to put pen to paper. U fucking failed. AARRGGHH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/23.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of mid sem break pretty much falls apart, I wasn’t looking forward to mid sem break. At all. Except for the prospect of having my own privacy in my bedroom, sleeping as long as I want, waking up as late as I want, just basically being a pig. Any form of break a.k.a holidays is like me winning a ticket to literally be a PIG~! Okay so I exaggerated. Though this mid sem I’ll try my best to change, I’ll… *awkward pause*, help out in the kitchen. “Kemas-kemas rumah sikit…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/13.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, amat takde mood nak kuar this break. Maybe to catch a movie. But, I don’t know. Am I becoming a home person these days? I don’t know. Maybe its just the fact that, I’m not home as much as I am these days, I miss home. I just want to be in it all the time. Though I’m definitely going out to spend time with my bestie Kamilla. Its been ages it seems since we hang out, I miss her a lot. I feel like, its time for me to do something with my hair since allowance dah masuk. HEHE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/111.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, holiday or not, I’ll definitely layan Super Junior in full throttle. Guilty as charge, I’m an addict to kpop now. Certain groups anyway. I’m very biased, SM biased more like it. XP Not that anyone cares but here’s my top 3 boy bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/71.gif" width="100" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SSSUUPPERRR JJUUNNIIOOORRR *as yelled by Hee Chul in Don’t Don*&lt;br /&gt;2. SAY B-I-G-TO-THA-BANG~! *BIG BANG~! I just heart GD’s smile, melts me all the time…*&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 PM~! *Heck, I think its safe to say that Again &amp; Again is my dad’s fav kpop song, or at least I think it is.* XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/51.gif" width="100" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally showed my dad the dance moves to most of the kpop songs I’m listening to, while driving in the car. Seriously!!! I showed my dad ‘Sorry Sorry’, ‘Again &amp; Again’, ‘Lies’ and even ‘Super Girl’~!!! LOLZ, good times. I think my dad laughed the hardest when I did the dance moves to ‘Again &amp; Again’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/91.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s all for today. I’m thoroughly tired. The only thing productive thing I did throughout the day is watching Titanic though. The ending gets me all the time. It definitely made me realize before there was Edward &amp; Bella, there was Jack &amp; Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/52.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=18.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/18.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting~!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-2404318130804864712?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/2404318130804864712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=2404318130804864712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2404318130804864712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2404318130804864712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-realize-it-has-been-quite-sometime.html' title='Doodles~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-734719444990811554</id><published>2009-12-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:58:24.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Break~!</title><content type='html'>I admit I haven't updated in like, a gazillion years~!! So its finally mid break, but its juz 4 a week. Which in my time clock literally translates to 2 days. I think I'll spend most of my time sleeping, surfing the internet, watching movies and anything that spells "laro" all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/95.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm at my auntie nancy's house, meeting up wif my dear cousin iqa who juz got back from Melbourne Australia. At the same time, I was very excited to get a hold of my new Roxy purse~! Its leather, and it smells... NEW~! I like the smell of new, branded stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/babysoldier/35.gif" width="49" height="65" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all 4 now. Later me and my cousin will go watch suju vids 24/7~! So much vids she has yet to watch, Exploration of Human Body, Star King~! Until then, I will try my best to update my blog everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-734719444990811554?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/734719444990811554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=734719444990811554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/734719444990811554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/734719444990811554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/12/mid-break.html' title='Mid Break~!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-6265159546596777645</id><published>2009-10-13T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:57:06.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hee chul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super junior'/><title type='text'>My Current Favourite Person : Hee Chul Oppa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=21.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/21.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's too funny in Intimate Note, Hee-sica!!! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-6265159546596777645?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6265159546596777645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=6265159546596777645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/6265159546596777645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/6265159546596777645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-current-favourite-person-hee-chul.html' title='My Current Favourite Person : Hee Chul Oppa!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-2392554932777938107</id><published>2009-10-07T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:51:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Obsession</title><content type='html'>I have a new obsession everybody!!! Super Junior!!! This is all due to my friend Lily, she got me the suju bug. (suju referring to super junior of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/55.gif" width="85" height="85" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been obsessing with them ever since, I can’t really point the exact time but if I had to guess, it was definitely around Hari Raya. I find myself listening 2 suju even more then raya songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/63.gif" width="70" height="70" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s super junior u ask? Well they’re like, the biggest boy band in the world, with a total of 13 members. And guess what? I can name all of them. You see, that’s how I found out I was a Spurs fan for life. It was when each of the player step out of the tunnel and I found myself naming each of them, including their surnames! Ledley King, Paul Robinson, Pascal Chimbonda, Michael Carrick, Jermain Jenas, Jermain Defoe, Robbie Keane etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/113.gif" width="80" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes with Super Junior!!! I had a hard time remembering like, 3 members either because their names are tongue twisters or they’re just simply forgetful in the band. But now, I can name all of them!!! Leeteuk, Hee Chul (my no. 1 fav member in Suju), Kang In, Kyu Hyun, Eun Hyuk, Hang Kyung, Si Won, Ryeowook, Shin Dong, Ye Sung, Kibum, Dong Hae &amp;amp; Sung Min! The rest are my 2nd and 3rd favourite. Its too hard, if u like 1, you’re bound to like them all. Plus, its hard to hate someone in the group, they’re all simply too funny and ‘sengal’. That’s rite, Super Junior is simply so sengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/36.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I’ve heard of their single Sorry Sorry before. It was from their third album, I never even knew their existence before, nevertheless their 1st or 2nd album. I don’t even know they came to Genting Highland for MTV Asia Awards (which I’m still bumming over it). But once I saw reality shows with them in it, I was simply hooked!! They’re so funny!!! I mean it, F-U-N-N-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/29.gif" width="70" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend you guys watching Exploration of The Human Body. Not only you get a high dose of Super Junior, but also fun facts about your body. I assure you, you’ll laugh your ass off. Secondly, Intimate Note with Super Junior. My Hee Chul was so hilarious in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/91.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My influence with the people around me is so great, that when I got back to UIA, I even got my roommates addicted to Super Junior. Even Izzati sekuat-kuat iman dia pun bole ter’hooked jugak ngan Super Junior. I think she was hooked ever since I watch Intimate Note kat bilik Wani with Farah, Sya &amp;amp; Tiyah. Fairuz was there too but iman dia kuat lagi, time tu nak finals so she was busy studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/144.gif" width="90" height="70" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention after raya it was finals? So you try imagining how do I possibly juggle the finals and my obsession. You see when I’m obsessed with something, its kind of hard to control. I guess what I’m trying to say here is that if Suju was to come to Malaysia and have a concert at the same date when my finals will be held, I’d still go and watch them. That’s how obsessed I am when I’m, obsessed. Seriously…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/86.gif" width="75" height="75" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I’ll spend 5 hours studying, or 4. Then the next 3 hours watching Suju with my friends. That’s exactly what happened last finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/56.gif" width="90" height="90" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now even my friend Fairuz admitted to me recently that she’s hooked with Suju all of a sudden! She said she watched Intimate Note and was instantly hooked because her fav member Kyu Hyun was such a cutie. Haha!! I wonder who will fall for the suju bug next. FARAH ATIQAH??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/125.gif" width="70" height="120" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was googling my ass of regarding anything suju yesterday, I bumped into this news that Suju is on a tour and they might stop to Malaysia. (OMG moment.) omgomgomgogmogmgomgomgomgo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/42.gif" width="70" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if they do come, I am sssooo going. It would be bigger than MTV WORLD STAGE. (4 me lah, hehe) Yeah2, so I’m not going 2 DIGI MUSIC LIVE 2 catch All-American Rejects. Yeah a bit bitter, then again I have seen them live during World Stage so nothing lost there. But Suju, omggg!!! Yess!! At all cost… hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/154.gif" width="70" height="70" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now its my end of sem holiday, a mere 2 weeks. 2 weeks of waking up whenever I fucking want to and not worrying about touching a book. I didn’t even bring one back home. Just my pencil box to make me remember the reality, the reality that I’m still studying foundation, *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/28.gif" width="65" height="65" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s spent wisely on waking up late, surfing the Internet, watching youtube videos (suju mainly), and watch suju vids (have yet to finish Full House &amp;amp; even exploration of human body). The Naza Ria car is still being repaired at this bengkel all the way at Pandan Jaya. That sucked a lot, because I had to go home using public transportation last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/43.gif" width="88" height="70" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nothing against public transportation. I’m just a bit traumatized with how, close the proximity gets between you and other people. I worry about my materials too much. Its not like I can get a new one easily, I have a frugal dad remember… So I do worry about my materials when I'm in public places, especially my precious macbook. (did I mention I name it Isabelle) That’s how close I am to some of my materials to a point where I actually name them. Haha! How absurd. Like would i kill u if u were 2 take my macbook away, ah, YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/12.gif" width="90" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough blogging for today I guess. I’ll try to talk less Suju in ze futura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/bobinini/87.gif" width="85" height="85" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah’s Song of The Day: Again &amp;amp; Again by 2 PM (highly recommend the video, funniest dance move during the chorus.)&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah’s Name Drop of The Day: Hee Chul Oppa…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-2392554932777938107?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/2392554932777938107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=2392554932777938107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2392554932777938107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2392554932777938107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-obsession.html' title='A New Obsession'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-5491528318314746677</id><published>2009-09-02T02:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:28:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut, Matric Card, Parents &amp; Unnecessary Drama</title><content type='html'>Soooo, I just cut my hair the other day. I don't know what got into me, maybe it was the fact that I manage 2 cucuk my mom 2 gimme money on the eve of merdeka. X sangka plak dpt "that" much, syukur je lah... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/103.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn lah, org cina tu pandai plak convinced me 2 do treatment. At first ye2 je nk buat dry cut ngan topeq n fit. They did. But I fell for their "costly" advice, I went wif the treatment+wash+cut+blow which cost a whopping... hehe, biarlah rahsia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/137.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 b honest, I wasss.... veryyy.... *hesitantly* content wif my new haircut yet I occasionally get scared thinking about how i will have 2 blow dry it b4 going out. dulu slalu buat, but that was b4 i rebonded my hair like, a year + ago. dulu rajin, tp cam dah lama lak x buat. so occasionally after washing my hair here at KC, I practice myself 2 blow-dry my hair. u know, sharpen my blow-drying skills yg telah lama terkubur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/122.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enuf about my hair, on a much brighter note. Lets talk about my matric card!!! Being a good liar that I am, I somehow manage to slip myself through from paying the outrageous RM 50 required in order to do a new matric card. I'm sorry, yeah I did, I lied on a ramadhan. But I seriously consider it as tipu sunat. I ain't forking out RM 50 for a new matric card, thats absurd!!! I don't care what people would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/99.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note regarding losing my matric card, I'm impressed at my lying skills. I mean who have I yet to con, pihak berkuasa, the admins... Damn I'm good!! Hahaha, I dunno about my parents tho. I've lied to them a million times, I think rite now I'm in a point in my life where, when I terkantoi like during World Stage the other day, my parents won't bother question me anymore no matter how unrelevant my reasons/alasan-alasan are. My hypothesis about this whole thing is that I know, that they know, why bother asking me when I'd still come up with more lies? What's important is that I'm there in front of them, in the compound of the house, safe &amp; sound, untouched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/131.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the problem I have with my parents is that, I have this rebellious spirit inside of me that can't stay at home 24/7. And they, prefer me to be at home, all the time, helping out in the house, kitchen etc. Sorry, but thats not me. My main issue with my parents is probably the fact that they don't trust me. They always assume the worst case scenario, ones that even I'd never imagined in my life!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/95.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, seriously bah? Mak??? My god, like have a little faith in me will ya. You've raised me well enuf, so please stop doubting me and have that bit of faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/93.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much drama went through this weekend, I don't think it should be published for the world to read though. Biarlah rahsia... Now I'm sleepy and I wanna hit the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/97.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, must remove Farah from my bed. My bed is the most "empuk" katil in KC 704, without a doubt. On my katil alone has 4 equally empuk bantals! Haha, gudnite evrybody~! *snooze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/kittynbear/83.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-5491528318314746677?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5491528318314746677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=5491528318314746677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5491528318314746677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5491528318314746677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/09/haircut-matric-card-parents-unnecessary.html' title='Haircut, Matric Card, Parents &amp; Unnecessary Drama'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-2278962028318995274</id><published>2009-08-27T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:21:07.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PRECIOUS BELONGINGS DISSAPEARING ONE BY ONE...</title><content type='html'>Huhu... Sedih giler... My matric card is missing, and its killing me!!! I hate 2 loss stuff, yet I dunno y I keep losing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/52.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last week I lost my lab coat, like wat the ef!!! Its never been anywhere but inside my locker and inside physics lab. Like how could it be gone just like that??!! I wanted 2 go 2 Physics Lab on a Monday morning then BAM! No lab coat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/6.gif" width="95" height="81" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.... Now my fucking matric card is missing!!! Dalam bulan ramadhan plak tu, adeyh... Dugaan, dugaan... Can't come at a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/34.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time when I lost my Fossil Watch, whhooaaa.... Mmg cam x tenteramlah hidup ni. I was without that watch 4 approximately a week!!! So literally, 4 the whole week, apa yg cikgu ajar, haprak x msk. Mandi x basah, mkn skit plak dah kenyang... Like, I couldn't focus with my life, until I found wat I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/24.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that was a meaningful Fossil watch brought by my dear mother 2 me back in NY. So yeah, it had a lot of sentimental value 2 it. Thats why when I lost my lab coat which cost a whopping &amp; irrelevant RM 40 I wasn't so CUAK simply because, it didn't mean that much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/51.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my MATRIC CARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/50.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNOOO!!! PHM2 JE LAH NK DEAL NGAN UIA PUNYA ADMIN WILL COST KA-CHING!!! MCM SATU DUNIA X TAHU HOW I AM LIKE, WITHOUT A DOUBT, THE MOST FRUGAL HUMAN BEING DI MUKA BUMI UIA NI. I AM, AND I ADMIT IT. AND NOW I HAVE 2 FORK RM50+ FOR MISPLACING/LOSING MY MATRIC CARD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/59.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**K NO!!! SO NOW I AM LEFT WITH A DILEMMA/OPTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GO FIND IT SAMPAI KE AKAR UMBI THEN SELASA DPN IF X JUMPA JUGAK I'LL HAVE 2 JUZ PAY UP AND DO A NEW 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. FALSIFY A POLICE REPORT, ADMITTING IT WAS A CASE OF PICK POCKET MASA PERGI BAZAAR RAMADHAN. THEN I WILL END UP NOT HAVING 2 PAY 4 THE DENDA, WHICH IS A GOOD THING. THEN AGAIN, RASA BERSALAH LAH PLAK NK TIPU DLM BULAN RAMADHAN NI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/45.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'well, come wat may... Skarang bertawakal je lah if tercicir pun, matric card tu sampai ke diriku. Insya-Allah... If not, I shall face the consequences like a true... WO-MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/43.gif" width="80" height="89" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Going home 2morrow, please pray that I'll find my matric card around the house. Insya-Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-2278962028318995274?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/2278962028318995274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=2278962028318995274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2278962028318995274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2278962028318995274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-precious-belongings-dissapearing-one.html' title='MY PRECIOUS BELONGINGS DISSAPEARING ONE BY ONE...'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-4084907382148977237</id><published>2009-08-26T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:26:46.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan = Stok Makanan Yang Memuaskan</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/65.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keboringan melanda walhal pelbagai subjek perlu dibelajar. Honestly, I'm in such a MALAS state, nk belajar dlm kelas pun mls. Apatah lg nk mentelaah kat blk ni... Byk sangat dugaan &amp; distraction, mainly the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/51.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stupid confession - rasa suatu hari tu x lengkap selagi diri ini x pi main pet society. Cam bodoh ke? In a way, my addiction to ps (ececececece, nickname yg lebih menarik!) is the same like any budak2 yg addicted ngan DOTA. so there u go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/45.gif" width="80" height="80" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So camana nk fokus belajar apabila diri ini - is consumed wif the knowledge x le blaja ngan tenteram selagi x main ps. Pretty stupid yeah, o well.. an addiction is that. an addiction. On a much2 brighter note, saksikan lah wahai kawan2 bekalan makanan budak2 KC 704!!! Mee sedap borong sampai 5 bungkus sekaligus, mee kari lagi lah!!! Sos cili jenama LIFE sampai 2!!! Apa ko nk, saiz kecik, besar? Dua2 ada... X P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/25.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biskut?! Tiger. Chipsmore - Butter Crunch pe lg? Vitagen? Perisa grape lg kuwt, 3 je tggl... Yg 4 sure, sape2 yg dtg visit bilik kitaorg, invited or not, pasti kuar ngan perut berlipat2!!! ^.^ we literally paksa them 2 eat, sumthing, anything!! "oi amik lah skit gerdik, x yah nk cover malu2 lah... amik... aku ckp amik lah... nk kena penempek ke, malu2 lak dia... amik....." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/42.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'll blog soon... Perlu ke arah peniduran... Ngantuk banget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/29.gif" width="80" height="82" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-4084907382148977237?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/4084907382148977237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=4084907382148977237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4084907382148977237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4084907382148977237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-stok-makanan-yang-memuaskan.html' title='Ramadhan = Stok Makanan Yang Memuaskan'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-1310007735226968969</id><published>2009-08-23T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:32:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keletihan yang melampau...</title><content type='html'>Today is such a tiring day... Pukul 9 dah kena bangun!!! Sahur minum ayak kosong je. Around 10 pergi Giant 2 buy some stuff I can bring back to UIA. I drove the whole time. No matter what people say, I enjoy driving... But this time around, I wasn't so into it. Kerusi kereta naza tu x le ke depan, so imagine wif my height, I literally had 2 be on my tippi toes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/3.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous stuff man, bole kena saman kuwt. I mean wif my dad driving wif literally one eyesight working on his right eye. My dad is such a pro behind the wheels, I have the utmost respect of him in the driving department. So imagine my reaction when the other day he gave me a compliment!!! I'm kind of proud of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/21.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said... *drum roll* "Abah tgk Atiqah mcm dah konfiden bawak kereta. Ada perubahan lah, makin bagus!" It was something like that lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/12.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised my dad made that statement because to be HONEST, i feel dat everytime I'm driving, I'm bound to have a near-death experince!!! I swear 2 god!!! Okay more like, a near-accident experience... But still... Allah must love me, keeping me &amp; my parents safe in that car. Haha, or maybe I juz have good reflex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/20.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, yesterday I watched Disney's UP!!! Went 2 pavi wif Naz &amp; Topeq. Amat sengal, "Tiqah, apasal ko pakai tudung?? Orang baru nk ajak breakfast..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/18.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the movie, it was ssoo funny!!! Worth the money I tell u. If u wanna laugh, have a good time, and enjoy a good moral story at the end of a movie, UP is the movie to go~!!! Pixar Animation never dissapoint me. I saw the preview 2 Astro Boy b4 watching UP and I can confirm right here right now, UP's animation is a gazillion times better!!! And I juz love, love the character Russell... 2 adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/?action=view&amp;current=up_m.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af131/atiqaherlina/up_m.jpg" border="0" alt="UP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appareantly this character is Pixar's first American/Japanese character which 2tally explains his sepetness. Sooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/14.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the above, it has been a very unproductive weekend in terms of education. X sentuh buku lgsg, of course. I'm admittedly worried 4 my finals. Syukur alhamdulillah, x fail pape paper 4 mid sem. But as if that is good enough 4 me 2 score A's for my finals. Looks like I need 2 struggle again 4 my finals and I don't know if I can do it... Organic Chemistry lah, aduuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/fatpanda/22.gif" width="125" height="125" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much2 different note, I am loving Patron Tequila by Paradiso Girls. I like the diversity of the group, watch out PCD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Selamat Berpuasa 2 everybody!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-1310007735226968969?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/1310007735226968969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=1310007735226968969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/1310007735226968969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/1310007735226968969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/08/keletihan-yang-melampau.html' title='Keletihan yang melampau...'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-4742642811003230290</id><published>2009-08-19T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T03:34:34.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of boredom...</title><content type='html'>1. Adakah anda suka blogging? Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Suka... But thing is when I blog, I get too passionate that it will consume a lot of pages... Thus consuming more time. I'm an avid blogger, but definitely not a committed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/39.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Blog siapa yang selalu anda skodeng? Nyatakan 5.&lt;br /&gt;perezhilton.com, rahsia, rahsia, rahsia &amp; rahsia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/50.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . Adakah anda menginginkan seseorang dalam hidup anda yang boleh menemani dan menyayangi anda sepenuh hati? Dan siapa kah orang itu?&lt;br /&gt;Sape x nk... Adalah sorg senior yg dah blah pi UIA Gombak, hehe. Then again I always think about my parents, my lovely parents who can bare dapat anak nakal macam aku ni, huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/31.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . Taken or single? Mana lebih bagus?&lt;br /&gt;Single of course. You get to date everybody, no limits, no boundaries, no curfews, no restrictions or whatever that your partner has bestowed on you. Its beyond stupid... Its not like I'm married to you so please let me enjoy my life. In a way, when I say I am committed with you. I am. Its up to you to trust me, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/10.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Pernah tak cinta anda tidak dibalas?&lt;br /&gt;fffuuuhhh... sensitive dowh soalan ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/16.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . Ciri-ciri BF idaman anda? Nyatakan 5&lt;br /&gt;# humor is so important to me!!! Please be funny!!! Janganlah serious sgt!!!&lt;br /&gt;# has the same interest as me. i mean that would be a PLUS!&lt;br /&gt;# sporting...&lt;br /&gt;# x cepat jeles...&lt;br /&gt;# and above all, accepts me for who I am... (aaawwww moment!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/11.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . Pada umur berapakah anda akan merancang untuk berkahwin?&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a gurl, mesti lah bajet 25 ke bawah... Then again, ikut jodohlah... Plus, I think its such a cliche for young woman to be pressured in getting married these days. Its like, "Oh you're in college, last year student plak tu, go get married or engaged or something since everyone around you is." wtf?! To me, when it happens, it'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/15.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Nak berapa anak?&lt;br /&gt;hhhmmm... I hope I can get twins!!! Sooo ccuutteee!!! A boy and a gurl!!! Even cuter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/24.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . 5 orang bertuah yang anda ingin tag :&lt;br /&gt;* wani&lt;br /&gt;* zara&lt;br /&gt;* kamilla&lt;br /&gt;* ili hazwani (jwpn dia mesti gempaq2! hahakz!)&lt;br /&gt;* fairuz (hehehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/38.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . D.O.B&lt;br /&gt;22nd of December, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/46.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. BEST PRESENT yang penah dapat?&lt;br /&gt;My dad flying me &amp; my mom to a 20 day holiday vacation to USA!!! DISNEYLAND, NIAGARA FALLS, ATLANTIC CITY &amp; NEW YORK. What else can I ask 4... I'm a lucky daughter 2 have such a loving parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/9.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Hadiah yang di impikan..?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go 2 NY again... X puas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/29.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Warna kegemaran?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have one. But I notice most of my stuff come in red or maroon!!! My purse &amp; my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/44.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . Nombor kegemaran?&lt;br /&gt;3.5 ke atas je... Hoho, CGPA impian ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/34.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . BEST PLACE yang ingin dijejaki?&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Mecca of course. I'd like 2 go 2 ROME, ITALY!!! I wanna visit Vatican City if possible thanks to Dan Brown's book Angels &amp; Demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/45.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Rasa bahagia bila ?&lt;br /&gt;Dapat duit dr parents, pergi kareoke ngan kengkawan, xde konflik ngan sape2, made my parents pround &amp; just being with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/18.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . MOVIE kegemaran.&lt;br /&gt;semua movie i layan... But among my favourite is Shaun of The Dead &amp; Superbad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/33.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Artis kegemaran .&lt;br /&gt;just one per region ok?&lt;br /&gt;east asian: wonder girls! tee-hee~&lt;br /&gt;south east asian: couple!&lt;br /&gt;europe: kasabian! (currently)&lt;br /&gt;american: all-american rejects (because they rule mtv world stage!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/milkbottle/52.gif" width="60" height="60" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-4742642811003230290?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/4742642811003230290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=4742642811003230290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4742642811003230290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4742642811003230290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title='out of boredom...'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-8335540295989457740</id><published>2009-08-19T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:03:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan aku merajuk dengan aku...</title><content type='html'>I won't name names... Tapi huhu... Benci lah when my close friends terasa dengan diri ku yang imperfect ini... Jangan lah mcm ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/14.gif" width="73" height="74" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do bare with me. Aku x perfect... X ramai kawan... Sape je lah yang sanggup kawan ngan orang yg selalu masuk air and suka mencarut macam aku ni... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/2.gif" width="74" height="72" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nak bagi alasan pun kang, nanti mesti cakap "Alasan je semua tu..." Dah berkali-kali rupanya aku buat ko camtu, x sengaja giler beb. If I knew it hurt u that much I wouldn't have done it. Now I promise you, it won't happen again k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/littlegirls/21.gif" width="62" height="84" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-8335540295989457740?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/8335540295989457740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=8335540295989457740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/8335540295989457740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/8335540295989457740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/08/kawan-aku-merajuk-dengan-aku.html' title='Kawan aku merajuk dengan aku...'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-6735502463746914798</id><published>2009-06-02T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:06:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Blog That Never Made It To My Blog: First Few Weeks in UIA</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I am not enjoying life in UIA. Yet. I'm trying to be as optimistic as possible but things aren't looking so good. I mean firstly I have to come to terms with the fact that this is not high school anymore. Its tertiary school education!!! You're a semi grown up... I mean literally, 90% of me still refuses to GROW UP and the next 10% wants the complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/21.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapting life from the spoiled-anak-bongsu life to the “hostel” life is so far so good. I'm still getting used to the part where I have to wash my own clothes. I mean, I don't mind sharing the toilet or the shower room. But I swear to god, on that one day after finishing my shower, when I opened the door my eyeballs were going to jump out of their sockets!!! It was during Taaruf Week so we had to wake up at 4:45 am and there were all these girls who were washing their clothes, with their hands! I mean, I instantly knew the meaning of “culture shock”. That was a defining moment to me. Its like a voice ringing in my head that goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/3.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;“Wake up Atiqah!!! You're in college now!!!”&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, apart from my parents and friends, I miss my macbook so much. I want to bring it to the hostel so bad but after hearing the briefing on security &amp; welfare about the number of cases of valuables being stolen “in the hostel”, I don't even dare to think about it!!! But I have to come to terms with the fact that my parent's could not afford to pick me up and send me back every week. I would have rather use my macbook at home to do my assignments on the weekends, guess not. This coming Sunday I think I will bring my laptop to UIA, but I swear to god I shall not take my eyes of it. I will bring it everywhere I go, possibly even to the shower room. I am serious you guys... My mahallah a.k.a hostel is 9 storey up so there's a high possibility that I will jump if my macbook is stolen, I'm serious!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/15.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social wise, I am the complete opposite of what I am during high school. Believe it or not, I am an introvert. To be honest, the only reason why I was such an extrovert in class was because I am so comfortable with my classmates that I don't mind acting like a fool around them. But here in UIA, its so hard for me to just be myself. The wild Atiqah who talks and laughs loudly!!! Most of the people here are either from up north, east coast or down under. Obviously, there's a clash of thinking when it comes to my mind with theirs. Just to even interact with my own roommates I have to pretend to be, someone else. Someone else who actually cares about whatever they like, care or give a shit about. I can listen to MGMT's Time To Pretend all day. When I meet certain people I'll quickly switch into “Pretending Mode”. Its tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/17.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys, the boys in UIA, that is just another chapter of its own. *grins* Well basically, ada yang skema, the pretty boys, the sporty ones, the bad apples and lastly but not least, the ones that “seem-to-be” sexually deprived. I'm sorry if latter ones seem to be harsh but this is just my honest opinion. I mean, I would expect the boys in UIA to be like, monks or something. Man I was wrong!!! There are some who scares me sometime. I met this girl from DQ (Darul Quran, so yeah she wears tudung labuh &amp; stuff) and she was talking to me about this book called “Fitna Wanita” (if I'm not mistaken) where you should beware of how a man looks at you. God knows what they're thinking about, it could be interpreted in a million ways. And in that book, usually it is interpreted all in the wrong ways. *horrified*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/10.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean entering this new phase as a whole is tough. You have to be alert all the time, not one information is spoon fed to you like during high school. Every time you see a notice board around the campus, you better read! Or you'll be among the people who know nothing!!! One of my roommates went to see a counselor and told me what they talked about. The advice are good and reassuring and I would like to follow it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/20.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the counselor advice my friend to spend as much time as possible around the campus and less time in your room for you are more likely to go to sleep. And if you have nothing to do, pop into the library and do your assignments or etc. I think I'll take the counselor's advice seriously and for once, be independent. I cannot depend on anyone anymore, I cannot expect to go to the library with friends anymore, I have to go by myself. By myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/5.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it will be easier said than done. But I shall try my best. During my nearly two week stay here in UIA, I must admit that I would like to change. Stop wearing certain types of attire clothing (which is gonna be hard) and “most probably” start wearing “tudung” full-time. When you live in an environment like UIA, meeting the people you meet and the briefing you listen to, its hard not to feel like maybe its about time that you should change. Slowly, but surely. Why??? Why is it that the things that you'd prefer not to do, at the end of the day you'll realize that it is for your own good. When I was listening to a briefing last week, I realize the responsibility of graduating from a place like UIA. The lecturer was talking about there will be situations in the future where people will ask you, “Graduate dari mana ni?”, and when you answered UIA. They will ask you to do things that they expect you to know what to do like, “Kalau camtu, boleh jadi imam tak?” Then it hit me! That could possibly occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/11.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of going to Hari Raya this year minus my tudung with everybody in my family knowing that I am currently learning in the Centre For Foundation Studies, UIA, drives me crazy!!! Obviously, it will make me look like a hypocrite. Which is the last thing I want to portray myself as. I guess, at the end of the day, if I do start wearing tudung full-time, I should do it for the right reasons. Not because I don't want to be called a hypocrite by family &amp; friends, but because of Allah swt, because of Islam, because I want to cover my aurat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/16.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down inside that Allah swt put me in UIA for a reason, ada hikmah disebalik all of this. This could all be a blessing in disguise. I will definitely have to struggle for a couple of years, but hopefully it will reap some sort of benefit in the future. “Bersusah-susah dulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.” I guess what I'm really trying to say here is that, hopefully this tough life I'm going through currently will be worth it once I work for Arcelor Mittal with a hefty / steady paycheck. Okay I exaggerated my interpretation a little, but who knows... *in a coy tone* Insya-Allah... Wallahualam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://emo.huhiho.com/set/mocmoc/1.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" alt="http://emo.huhiho.com" title="http://emo.huhiho.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's Quote of The Day:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rather than love, than fame, than money, give me truth.&lt;br /&gt;I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, an obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board. The hospitality was as cold as ices.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's Song of The Day: Everything's Not Lost by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's Name Drop of The Day: Alexander Supertramp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-6735502463746914798?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6735502463746914798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=6735502463746914798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/6735502463746914798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/6735502463746914798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/06/vintage-blog-that-never-made-it-to-my.html' title='Vintage Blog That Never Made It To My Blog: First Few Weeks in UIA'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-9090849865403830187</id><published>2009-05-22T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:54:19.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bird and the bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la la la'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite'/><title type='text'>My New Favourite Song!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/ShWkBCEirQI/AAAAAAAAADw/XQaFGMFNGSY/s1600-h/bird-and-the-bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/ShWkBCEirQI/AAAAAAAAADw/XQaFGMFNGSY/s320/bird-and-the-bee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338353270960336130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bird and The Bee - La La La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself free, make yourself grow&lt;br /&gt;Come on up into the attic - come and see the glow&lt;br /&gt;A pretty idiot is kissing everyone she doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;And the pigs are eating popcorn, selling tickets to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself away, feel the wind blow&lt;br /&gt;We're watching movies on the ceiling, all the artists we know&lt;br /&gt;If there's someone you don't like you don't have to say hello&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason you should leave&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason you should go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take yourself out, hit the tambourine&lt;br /&gt;We have loaded up your eyes and fed you tangerines&lt;br /&gt;If you open up your box you will find a time machine&lt;br /&gt;If you try to find a scratch there'll be no signs of where you have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself up, make yourself sing&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us that you can't -&lt;br /&gt;You need a sampling?&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da-da-da-da-da&lt;br /&gt;Da da-da da da-da-da-da-da dadada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da-da da-da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da-da-da da-da-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-9090849865403830187?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/9090849865403830187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=9090849865403830187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9090849865403830187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9090849865403830187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-favourite-song-that-i-recommend.html' title='My New Favourite Song!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/ShWkBCEirQI/AAAAAAAAADw/XQaFGMFNGSY/s72-c/bird-and-the-bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-8991950182178775655</id><published>2009-05-22T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:54:59.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>American Idol : The Guy Who Should Have Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://riosoriano07.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/adam-lambert-01-2009-02-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 285px;" src="http://riosoriano07.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/adam-lambert-01-2009-02-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I don't actually watch the show throughout the season. Just the auditions simply because I find them to be funny, but I do keep up to date thanx to perezhilton.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its semester break, coincidentally it is also the finals! My clear favourite, has always been Adam Lambert. He was just, so different. A fresh air, he challenges what many people define an American Idol should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to start with, his appearance. He's a natural strawberry blonde, but here he is with his dark hair and dark eye-liner. If you follow perezhilton.com, you would know that he is gay, and there are pictures of him as a drag queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, throughout the competition, I feel that he has evolved sssooo much. He is just so talented, he sing songs and make it his own. Yeah, a little bummed that he didn't win. Thank god Kris Allen wasn't such a bitch and was pretty humble when he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say this was like when Ruben won over Clay, well maybe... I mean Lambert is already ahead of Allen in the iTunes chart for the song he sang a few days ago, "Mad World." Brave choice I must say, the last time I heard that song was on CSI: Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this whole conspiracy where people say, the Christians voted for Allen. As they don't necessarily want a first-time gay Idol winner. Hhhmmm... I rest my case on this one. Ain't commenting on it since I'm a proud muslim and I follow my beliefs one hundred percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, this is a singing &amp; talent competition. Not a who's belief is better competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen. He is definitely the dark horse. The guy next door. The tween choice I suppose. I'm not going to deny how talented he is, he's  a talented guy too. I love the fact that he is married, that gives me a good impression of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I guess I'm just one-sided. I'm sure Kris will put on an album and go multi-platinum. But Lambert, he's a different story. I know he is going to be world-wide superstar!!! I loved how he had the audacity to sing with Queen &amp; KISS!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's Name Drop of The Day: Adam Lambert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's Song of The Day: La La La by The Bird &amp; The Bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-8991950182178775655?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/8991950182178775655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=8991950182178775655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/8991950182178775655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/8991950182178775655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-guy-who-should-have-win.html' title='American Idol : The Guy Who Should Have Win'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-2553337440831254139</id><published>2009-05-21T00:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:40:40.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hills'/><title type='text'>I'm so lazy, I should be punished!!!</title><content type='html'>I am sooo lazy that I can’t even blog daily. I’m juz, 2 damn lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bit bummed that my semester break is for a mere 2 weeks! That shouldn’t even be considered a semester break, more like, a 3 hour rest from what my brain will have to endure. Especially next sem. So much subject I am taking, Chemistry 2 and Mathematics 3 being two of them. Then there’s Computer 2 and FIM (which requires a lot of penghafalan, damn!). I’m gonna be one “hot mess” next sem, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess until then, freedom is in my hand. And I shall use it 100% starting with waking up at literally 1 pm every single day at home so far. Its very weird, I’ve never woken up so late before, thank god my parents don’t bother to wake me up. I guess they understand how, my brain is just simply tired. Its so tired that I find myself even sleeping in the evening!!! I mean, I never tidur petang. A big no-no, if I do, there’s no way I can sleep during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, to a more interesting matter, I am currently reading Angels &amp; Demons. Ironically of course, the movie is out, and here I am reading the book. I gave it as a present for my dad, and he didn’t read it. Primarily because he’s reading a book written by Imam Al-Ghazali. My mom did warned me to not give myself a book as a present, nevertheless a thriller regarding Vatican City and how Christianity is in danger as my mom wants my dad to read more on Islamic books. Understood, but I can’t help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I buy my parents a gift, I try to buy something that even I can benefit. Usually food in the form of a cake. X P Or, a book! Well look how it turns out, I’m reading it for this semester break and already on page 189. The last sem break I read Confessions of A Shopaholic. The 1st sem break was spent reading Twilight! So there you go, a lot of reading during semester breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this book has been interesting, it really makes me istighfar now and then for its deep Christianity content. But I am confident with my faith, it will not be shaken. Not by this fictional book anyway. But it definitely make me want to visit the Vatican City one day, it sounds like a place with a great architectural view. I am sure The Holy City of Mecca is a gazillion times better, 4 sho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Saturday I am going back to Batu Pahat, looking forward!!! My Cik Zai is going to masak my most favourite of all Jawa food, Nasi Ambang!!! I just love, love, love Nasi Ambang. Somehow its those kind of food that just unite the people who eats them, y’know the whole eating in a dulang thing. I love it! We did it before during Engenius Appreaciation Night. I truly enjoyed myself during that time, too bad we didn’t cam-whore, would have posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been planning to go to PD to spend some time with my cousins Iqa &amp; Iqbal. My parents wouldn’t let me, in their head, “Buat apa duk rumah orang, macam kita takde rumah je.” Apa nak buat kan, dah parents fikir camtu. But its not like it’s a friends house, its my cousin!!! A close cousin lak tu… I guess they won’t let me go because I haven’t spend much time with them, masa short sem ni pun I dah tak selalu balik. Asyik stay je weekends, I can’t go home always. I need to be away from them in order for me to be, to realize how much I love them. Or not I’ll end up taking them for granted. X C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the plan is that dalam perjalanan balik dari Batu Pahat, my dad will send me to Iqa’s house at PD. Alang-alang lah katakana, dalam perjalanan gitu. My dad tu cakap je, will he materialize it god knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else… Oh yeah! The Hills!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/ShWfethLKQI/AAAAAAAAADo/b1QbfwBjsqM/s1600-h/TheHillsSoundtrackPackShot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/ShWfethLKQI/AAAAAAAAADo/b1QbfwBjsqM/s200/TheHillsSoundtrackPackShot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338348283281221890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been watching a lot of The Hills! And I mean a lot!!! Okay admittedly, primarily its because I love watching the 1st season. It was the season that, I truly like Heidi’s character. She was so real. Stripped of her make-up, stripped of her stupid slang that she starts to adopt when she started to date Spencer and stripped of her dream to be this superstar. I just love the real Heidi, the 1st season Heidi. So the next thing you know, I was watching the second, and third season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THIS DURING STUDY WEEK &amp; EXAM WEEK!!! Can you imagine, studying Physics, Chem Lab &amp; Computer while watching The Hills. It was literally, Interference of Waves - Spencer &amp; LC drama, Ideal Gas Law – Brody &amp; Jen Bunney hooked up then Microcomputers – Heidi moved out of the apartment. It was literally study with drama all mixed up, X D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ironic part was that, since between my engineering roommates, I was the first to MERDEKA. My last paper was Computer, then I was free!!! My roommates on the other hand have a 2.30 paper, MATH 2!!! So while they were preparing for the exam, I was enjoying my freedom by watching the 3rd season of The Hills. So Ilee was going to eat her lunch and she asked me, “Atiqah, ko nak sikit tak?” generously offering her lunch to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself, unconsciously of course, replying to her. “No thanks, I’m like… FULL.” Then we both sort of burst into laughter, I was in my “The Hills” accent. It was so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;I realized I’ve typed enough, I will try to update me blog more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah’s Name Drop of The Day: Yuna (Damn she’s talented!!! Malaysia’s version of Regina Spektor, or Lenka!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah’s Song of The Day: We Will Not Grow Old by Lenka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-2553337440831254139?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/2553337440831254139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=2553337440831254139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2553337440831254139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2553337440831254139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-lazy-i-should-be-punished.html' title='I&apos;m so lazy, I should be punished!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/ShWfethLKQI/AAAAAAAAADo/b1QbfwBjsqM/s72-c/TheHillsSoundtrackPackShot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-5637339963710706745</id><published>2009-05-17T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:42:08.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASUH BAJU PAKAI TANGAN!!!</title><content type='html'>Among many things that I have learned while living in a dormitory (sort of, I don’t know if Mahallah Aisyah cuts it) is that sometimes, and not all the time (but since there’s only 3 *beep*ing washing machine in this HUGE dorm, it’s ALMOST ALL THE TIME) I’ve come to the conscious that once in a while, washing clothes with my bare hands is necessary. *groans* Not my favourite thing to do, simply because most of the girls here lived in a dorm before so basically they can wash their clothes with their eyes closed but me!!! Mua!!! I’m new mmmaaa! The trip back from washing clothes with my own hand is almost always filled with laughter and cynical comments as I always go back half-drenched, soaking wet from top to toe. Like, I just had a shower. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting good at it though, *lied*. Okay I’m not, that’s why my strategy is to wash my clothes when other girls are in class: Monday evening. Puurrfect! I just did it a few hours ago, and it worked. They weren’t so many girls, just two who saw me (my trousers especially) soaking wet. So it wasn’t that embarrassing I suppose. I can get half-drenched now without worrying about the snickers and… eye-rolling.&lt;br /&gt;I realized I haven’t updated my profile in like, a gazillion years. Totally aware of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now with finals over, I can now officially try 2 update it every single day. Insya-Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah’s Name Drop of The Day: 30 Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah’s Song of The Day: Everything's Happening So Fast by MGMT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-5637339963710706745?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5637339963710706745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=5637339963710706745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5637339963710706745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5637339963710706745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/05/basuh-baju-pakai-tangan.html' title='BASUH BAJU PAKAI TANGAN!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-9211787186809691534</id><published>2009-03-06T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:41:45.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuwait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>KUWAIT, HERE I COME!!!</title><content type='html'>So the day started on a bad note. My dad was all in a bad mood. My mom and I planned 2 go 2 Midvalley 2 find myself a nice pair of trousers and a jumper. Didn't happen. Thanx 2 my dad "spring cleaning" fever. Yelling me to do this, yelling me to do that. *groans* Like I'm a semi-adult now, wats wrong wif asking me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we went 2 some unknown shopping mall which is sooo hollow and lacking of visitors. Like it was literally, the most boring shopping mall I've ever been. It was juz like, filled wif chinese stores and chinese customers. Medan Selera diaorg sucks! Makanan semua sejuk2, =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day b4, I've promised a friend 2 lepaq at maple. When things seem unlikely 2 happen, it finally did. And I'm glad I did hang out wif topeq, ayuq &amp;amp; iqmal. They're my drinking buddies in a way (minus ze alcohol). Yesterday we covered every topic possible, from excess skin out of dieting, types of dies (low carbs &amp;amp; even tapeworm diet), some professional bicycle rider in these ridiculously  tight shorts to... to everything really. Among the main topics discussed was how Topeq looked skinny! I mean, that dude lost some major weight alright. And the zac efron hairdo, wwwooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know its almost isyak. I did sum last minute packing, faruq finally came 2 give me &amp;amp; my parents a ride. At first it was a bit awkward... But I 2tally got over it when I was on the phone with my best friend, Zara. At the airport, as we ate our dinner at McD, we waited hours it seems 2 check in our bag. And now I'm waiting outside the C gate b4 entering the aeroplane. Now its 1:28 and the plane is at 3:30 am. Can u imagine??? Dat is a long2 way 2 go alrite. Hopefully when I land in Kuwait I will get 2 update me blog. HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's name drop of the day: My beautiful friends &amp; families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah's song of the day: Leaving on a Jet Plane by Chantal Krevakriuzuk (sumthin, I 4got!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-9211787186809691534?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/9211787186809691534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=9211787186809691534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9211787186809691534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/9211787186809691534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/03/kuwait-here-i-come.html' title='KUWAIT, HERE I COME!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-4454482512415395842</id><published>2009-01-05T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:28:49.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Things To Dread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V.. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;When people say 'Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too'. Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say 'it's always the last place you look'. Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna kick their asses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say while watching a film 'did you see that?'. No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who ask 'Can I ask you a question?'.... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;When people say 'life is short'. What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks 'Has the bus come yet?'. If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&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/1077827241165353968-4454482512415395842?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/4454482512415395842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=4454482512415395842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4454482512415395842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/4454482512415395842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-things-to-dread.html' title='9 Things To Dread'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-8035065076436940093</id><published>2008-12-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:26:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCASTINATION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel so unproductive throughout Hari Raya Haji’s holiday. I mean literally, unproductive (well I don’t mean sexually of course!). Not contributing at all to my family, I mean, I still haven’t had the hunch to like, learn to cook in the kitchen yet. I was just plain lazy for the whole week. Nothing was done, not one tuto not even one note. I haven’t even flipped to see the “ole2x” that my Math’s teacher left me with. I can only blame myself and my best friend a.k.a PROCASTINATION. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;GOD!!! What am I becoming!!! I’m just sssooo lazy, I don’t know why?! I still haven’t hit me that I am in a friggin “semi-college” (since I’m studying at CFS, not technically a University yet). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only thing I’m proud to announce here is that I have finished reading Eclipse, the third installment of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight novels. And for the record, WORLD, I am on TEAM JACOB. I don’t know why? I just tend to root for the underdogs, maybe because I can relate to them or something. From my team, Tottenham Hotspurs to my celebrity crushes. I don’t crush on Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt, I prefer private man like Eric Bana. Anyway back to point, I finally finished all 600 pages! Crazy long, no, more like, SINFULLY LONG! I’m still a little bummed that I haven’t got my hand on the fouth book, BREAKING DAWN.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m kind of looking forward to Edward’s &amp;amp; Bella’s marriage, I am even more looking forward to how Jacob will deal with all this. Poor boy, I hope he will imprint on a girl who deserves his love more than, BELLA. Bella, stupid Bella!!! Owh well, if Robert Pattison was EDWARD, I might make a biased choice too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, throughout a month I haven’t blogged, tons of things happened. Among the highlights was that I was exempted from taking English Level 6, and hooray! My contact hour is 9 hour less (what a relief!) and all my classes from Monday to Thursday starts on 10 am. Owh wait, except for Wednesday, I have Fardhu Ain class at 9 am (sigh). I feel very blessed that my Monday class starts at 10 am, I can go back to UIA from home on Monday instead. The thought of starting the week with a hot shower makes the crazy jam worth it all, despite of the fact that my dad would most likely be driving. Not me (giggles!). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Driving. Drive. Am I a good driver? Well, I am proud to say that I have yet to scratch my family’s one and only car, the NAZA RIA (YET, though hopefully that time would never come). Nevertheless, I admit they were a few, “close encounters” so to speak. I’m not talking an inch, more like, a millimeter. I swear to god, but being the excellent driver I am with extraordinary precision, I manage to avoid any accidents so far. I admit, I still get nervous driving. My problem is that I tinker a lot, like Rafael Benetiz. I overthink. Once my dad hand me the key I get so excited to drive that I even forgot to correct the, “cermin to tengok kereta belakang” (I 4got!). And then it suddenly washed me that, I’m not only driving myself, I’m also driving my parents, and sometimes my cousins and friends. And I realize I’m in control. I have to take this seriously, their life is in my hand. Just one stupid mistake and I cannot say “Sorry20x” and everything will be ok again, its like, DO OR DIE or something. Its life or death, driving is a serious matter. Still, I dream to one day drive like my dad. I mean, he’s an insane driver. I’m not lying, I’m not saying this cause he’s my dad or whatever. But seriously, if my dad was not my dad, I’d still admit he’s a friggin good driver! Like, I honestly think he can go 160km/h with one hand while texting on the other. Heck I wouldn’t be surprised if he can do it with his eyes closed!!! Like last year when I went to Cameron Highland with my dad and my friend Aina, he was sooo “ridiculous” behind the wheels! Everyone knows how the road is, right left right left non stop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So like we had 3 buses in front of us, what did my dad do, he “potong” all 3 of them! One by one of course, and it was like a horror movie for me and Aina at the back on the passenger’s seat. My feet cannot stop pushing the floor of the car, as if I could influence the brake of the car or something. My dad is the only human being who can be on the wheels and I am confident enough to close my eyes and sleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a much brighter note, this year’s Raya Haji was something. I finally reconnected to a cousin of mine whom usually I’d be to shy to talk to. I mean, we’re both old now and cam, rasa malu lah kan. But its nice, I can finally be myself around him. And its so cool, that’s what family should be about. Apart from that, my mom, my brother and I put our name on a cow. I refuse to see a cow, or in this year’s case, almost all 13 cow gets slaughtered. I will feel like, this intense feeling of sympathy. Which is stupid! I admit, my friend told me how the cows are actually honored to be slaughtered because they’re going straight to heaven. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was kind of embarrassing this year’s Hari Raya Haji. I cried! I friggin cried! They were 10 or 20 little children at the “slaughtering site” and they all looked at me like I’m stupid. I didn’t cry out loud or anything, I just couldn’t stop tears flowing from my eyes as I see the fear in the cow’s eyes. I probably would feel the same way if I saw my friends being slaughtered in front of my own eyes! I don’t know if I should feel sorry for the cow on my name, it was sooo wild and such a fighter. When anybody tried to be near him/her, it started to “tanduk” them as self defense. He/she was just trying his/her best to avoid being slaughtered, it refuses to die. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next to me was my mom forcing me to take a video of the whole slaughtering, I couldn’t even look! Nevertheless to take a video?! But I swallowed it all in, after figuring I got a good shot and angle, I took the video and looked away. I couldn’t, I’d feel sympathy thus resulting on me not getting to eat its meat. God I sound barbaric…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know what else to write, but I promise I shall start updating my blog more frequently. Once a week or something, but we’ll see…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Atiqah’s Name Drop of The Day: My not so secret anymore crush, *beep*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Atiqah’s Song of The Day: Talk by Coldplay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-8035065076436940093?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/8035065076436940093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=8035065076436940093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/8035065076436940093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/8035065076436940093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/12/procastination.html' title='PROCASTINATION!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-3053593287925069246</id><published>2008-10-16T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:16:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;On the 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 6.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; of October I have officially finished my last exam paper, Chemistry!!! What a release!!! Sweet taste of freedom that is. So I haven't blogged in a while, I use to do it like, all the time. But these days, even if I do surf the internet, I would either:-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Download lots &amp;amp; lots of new music (I barely listen to the radio).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(ii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Stalk on my crush on his friendster (ngahahahaha, ppl don't change)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(iii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Open youtube.com&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(iv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Download new clothes, new hair for my sims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just literally gave up on my blogspot life, but when I saw that questionnaire at Faruq's blog, it just triggered the blogger in me to continue blogging. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To start of, a few days ago something happened to my Isabelle (my macbook). The power button of my macbook kind of get tilted inwards, so, when I push the button, I don't get the feel that its clicking downwards. Plus, its like, my mac has a trouble deciphering whether I want to turn it on or not, so like, it will turn on if I push the button hard enough or if I push it twice (the second time harder). And like, not only is it bothering me, but it is also frustrating me. So I'm going to get it fix, by tomorrow hopefully at the Apple Store in MidValley. I just need my dad to give me a lift, and bring me the warranty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I planned to go today, to Low Yat where I bought my laptop, but I'm worried about two things:-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;if I go straight from UIA, I don't have the macbook's warranty with me, so if I do ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;them to fix it and they'll charge, what a waste when I actually do have a warranty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(ii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and secondly, UIA has this strict policy that you can only go outing on fridays, saturdays &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sundays, and its a complete B. S. There's 2days til' I leave the campus, give me a fuckin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Like if I want to go outing on non-regular outing hours, I have to write a friggin letter to the principal of my mahallah (hostel). Get her approval. Like when I want to go to my uncle's open house, he lives in Damansara, so my parents thought they could just pick me up and I can tag along. So I asked for the permission of the mahallah, they told me to write a friggin letter (in English of course) asking for the principal's permission. I had to change the title from “Permission To Go Out To My Uncle's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Open House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;” to “Permission To Go Out To My Uncle's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TAHLIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;”, it seems more appropriate I guess. So I did, I put pen to paper. But nnnooo... I have to get the principal's permission, okie doks. But nnnooo again, she doesn't believe me. She wants to talk to my mum, turns out my mum is unreachable. So I called my dad, she talked to my dad, finally I got the approval. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 28.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's completely B.S., because my cousin Iqa (who is studying in UM) gets to go out whenever she f**king wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay2x, on a much much brighter note. The nastiest thing happened yesterday. After finishing my Chemistry paper, the only relevant thing for me to do was reaching for my macbook and play The Sims 2 University. So while my friend &amp;amp; I take turns playing, I thought I sms my cousin, Fatin, to ask her what do she usually order for Domino's Pizza delivery. But with a slip of finger, I sent it to a different number. And unknown number to be more exact. My friend, Athirah, use my phone the other day. So typical of a Sony Ericsson phone, they will save the recent number used when you sms right, I guess I accidentally clicked on this unknown number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It was Athirah's friend, a guy. So after apologizing, the whole “accidentally smsing someone” triggered something in me. “Wouldn't it be funny if I accidentally sms'ed my crush? *who's like a f**king saint in and around the campus.* Long story short, I decided what the heck, its the end of the semester. This guy, lets just refer to him as MC, is taking engineering too. In UIA, typically for engineering students you have to  do your foundation for 2 years. But if you're smart... One and a half year! Appareantly not only is he the man of my dreams in more ways then one, but he is also like, smart! And tragically, that means he is doing his foundation for a year and a half. (and like that sucks and all, that why I kinda wish that he would repeat some paper or something. Haha!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So like, here I am trying to find the perfect line to sms him. Cam x sengaja lah gitu. So the only relevant thing I can think of was, “Iqa, ko tahu tak no. fon Domino's Delivery Pizza?” Cam x sengajalah gitu, hehe! It was like when I sms'ed Aidil from Couple, I just thought I got nothing to lose, if he didn't sms me back then fine. Fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But he did, he actually did! I was so stoked. When my phone rang, “You got a tiny text message, a very tiny one, please read it.” Me and my roommate was in awe, I was so excited sampai tergolek-golek atas lantai. Like literally. I quickly grabbed my phone and read the message and he sent back, “Aduhai... Salah nombor lah.” I squealed in a 100 decibel tone. I actually talked to him, in like, an indirect sengaja kind of way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The big question arise, should I reply back. Like apologize. And my roommate Izzati replied for me, “Srry2x, tapi sape ni?” I was just in disbelief that my friend actually sent that. 5 minutes gone by, he still didn't reply. I couldn't play The Sims 2 with a 100% focus, cam gabra lah kan. Sal dia x reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But he did! He actually did. Typical of him, if you see his friendster you'd know what I mean, he HUMBLY replied, “Hamba Allah... Yang penting bukan Domino's Delivery Pizza, huhu...” I was excited as hell, he said “huhu” to me. How significant! Haha! So I didn't want to bother him anymore, thus I replied, “Betul2x, sorry, selamat hari raya. Maaf zahir batin.” I thought why not y'know, like he took an effort to reply to me, 017 and he's like 013. As expected, he replied back. “Okies, xpe. Selamat Hari Raya ke-15, hehe!” OMANG! I was just so stoked yesterday, a good way to start my freedom days which is already numbered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Next sem I am taking physics, a bit daunting actually. I mean, its physics, do the math right. My roommate Ilee is taking it this sem and she seems so stressed out, and she loves physics. With me, I don't like it at all, I don't. How would I do next sem, worst!!! I apologize for the ridiculous length of my blog, I just, haven't blog in years!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Atiqah's Name Drop of The Day: Michael Cera (my new celebrity crush, after watching SUPERBAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px American Typewriter Condensed"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Atiqah's Song of The Day: Too Hot Too Stop by The Bar-Kays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'American Typewriter Condensed'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-3053593287925069246?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/3053593287925069246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=3053593287925069246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/3053593287925069246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/3053593287925069246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom!!!'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-8527254245609887599</id><published>2008-10-13T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:11:27.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING FOR TONIGHT BY J.LO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 25px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;frm Faruq Hamshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question press the ‘next’ button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write the name of the song down no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. After you’ve answered all the questions tag 5 other people and let them know they’ve been tagged and to do the same themselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If someone says ‘is this okay?’ You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best For Last - Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Diamonds are Forever - Kanye West (how ironic, ngahahahaha rotf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Can't I - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sweet About Me - Gabriella Gilmi (how ironic again! me in UIA...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your life’s purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bibir Merah - Sugar Loves Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tender Buttons - Broadcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Far Away - Carole King (holy sh*t!!! Its too true!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Takkan Pernah Melupakanmu - Couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Die Alone - Ingrid Michaelson (speckled some butter, over my wholegrain bread...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley (Hell yeah! Lets get down &amp;amp; der-ty, less talk, more action!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cold Shoulder - Adele (I beg 2 differ, thus, I shall give a 2nd answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 25px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Way I Are - (ookkkaayyy, I mean, ookkkaayyy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Man - The Verve (ngahahahaha! rightly so! that man is f**king lucky alrite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Youth - MGMT (I'm juz in awe wif how synonymous this questionnaire is with my iTunes, just awe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hero / Heroine - Boys Like Girls (I disagree, which leads me 2 my 2nd answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 25px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All These Things That I've Done - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pagi Yang Gelap - Hujan (it won't b a funeral, more like a par-tay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1973 - James Blunt (now I regret downloading this song, which leads me 2 hopefully a more relevant answer down below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 25px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Penny Lane - The Beatles (somehow, it sounds kind of der-ty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Too Hot Too Stop - The Bar-Kays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think of your closest friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bedshaped - Keane (hahahaha! ok2x, 2nd answer juz in case some of them took it the wrong way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 25px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Real Love - Regina Spektor (okay...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What should you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting For Tonight - J.Lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I prefer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Certain Circumstances  The Otherside Oracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the tag virus will infect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);   line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;- Fit je kuwt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-END OF TAG-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; 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United &amp; my new celebrity crush (And HE is MALAY! *gasps*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I refuse to further my studies at UIA and at this current moment, I am seriously opting for Sunway College instead. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I know, I know... I bet you guys are like, “Dah tu, kenapa apply for UIA?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Well, okay so it was my first choice, I... I didn't expect to be accepted! Like, I thought PASUM perhaps or maybe UiTM. But no, I actually got it! I mean its kind of shocking, then again maybe not. Because I did miraculously score A1 for both of my Agama &amp;amp; English. Last Sunday I followed my parents to my mom's cousin's house who happens to be the vice chancellor of UIA. And her wife is such a wonderful person. She told me a story about this person who is also my age, who so badly wants to enter UIA and her result is like, 8A1! But here's the catch, he/or was it a she, is not accepted because his/her grade for English is D!!! I guess it kind of make sense since the I in UIA is International therefore you should at least get credit for the subject english.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;So my mom's cousin whose name is Dato' Azmi said that I should do what I want. And I completely agree. Doing my foundation at UIA is the complete opposite of what I want. I mean, I expected the whole Fardhu Ain and Bahasa Arab but doing my foundation for 1 and a half or worst, 2 years, I didn't saw that one coming... Plus, when I decided to pursue engineering, I made my mind to do Chemical Engineering since Chemistry is one of my forte in high school. And guess what?! Out of all the degree courses, UIA have Electrical, Mechanical, Aerospace even, EXCEPT for effing Chemical Engineering!!! I mean, its my fault too. I should have made an earlier research. I feel stupid. I mean, it made me numb. When I compared the PROS and CONS of going to UIA. The CONS are just... UNCOUNTABLE! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;My confusion was suddenly too much to handle, so I followed my dad's advice and throughout the weekend, I performed Solat Sunat Istiqarah as much as possible. Hoping for some sort of epiphany from Allah swt perhaps, to tell me what to do with my life. I felt so pathetic, confused, numb, a bit stupid and I even had this constant headache to bear with every time I think of the predicament I'm in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;So after a long, long time spent on 'thinking'... I decided to take Accounting. So my parents instantly said, “Amiklah kat UIA., tukar course je...”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I was just like, “God they are relentless to sumbat me there.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Nahi! No way! Absolutely not! I feel that if I want to take accounting, I shall either do it my way... Or the highway... Get it? Its a joke. Anyway... I figured why not I take CAT. I mean, its faster! I can beat that cousin of mine who is like this genius who got a MARA scholarship to go to Australia and do his accounting degree. (If I am not mistaken, I 'think' he took accounting) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I have an aunt who is a lecturer at UiTM and she specializes in Accounting. So of course my dad wanted me to perhaps switch IPTAs and go do my accounting course at UiTM Shah Alam instead. A few nights ago, my dad told me to “holla” my aunt and ask if she could help me. I don't have the guts to inform her that I had a “change of heart” (so to speak) and switched from chemical engineering to accounting. I can already imagine her reaction to be, “Eeeiii... Budak ini... Bertuah betul.” Plus, among the reason why I gave up on chemical engineering completely is I don't think I can “bawak” the course. Let's face it, Physics was not exactly my forte at school. I even scored 32 or was it 34 for my Physics paper during my trial SPM examination. I mean, I am still in bewilderment until now on how I manage to score an A2 for my SPM. I mean, don't get me wrong, syukur alhamdulillah... The only reasonable explanation I can come up with is, “The graph definitely turun...”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;So anyway, I want to do this CAT course instead because after a year of CAT, I can straight do my ACCA level 2 and level 3! How easy peasy did that sounded like?! Obviously, the more fast track it is, the harder it shall be!!! But I don't mind, the harder the better. Plus, 3 years from now, when I do graduate from Sunway College (hopefully, fingers crossed), I won't be among those graduates who are unemployed!!! What a scary thought, you make a loan to study at an IPTS just to found out later after you graduated that you cannot find a work to pay back the loan. I mean, that would suck a lot!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;But as I was reading the booklet regarding this course, I understood the fact that the “Big 4” (some “independent”/swasta companies I assume. Not Man U, Arsenal, Liverpool &amp;amp; Chelsea) will likely to employ graduates from Sunway College. I guess that's a good sign. Now all I have to do is strive to get a high pointer. To be more exact, I will try my best to score each paper and try to avoid from “sangkut”. That would be a scary thought considering the money that is involved. Plus I figured that if I graduate with an ACCA, it would somehow give me an edge in terms of getting a job when compared to the other graduates who “simply” (lolz) graduated with a... DIPLOMA or a DEGREE. Since ACCA is a professional qualification, it should hopefully make me stand out and make my job prospects even better! So after CAT, ACCA Level 2 &amp;amp; 3, I am looking to be working at the tender age of... 22! (its pretty tender/young to me ok) That's good! Bring on the dough! I can't wait to pay back the loan and help my family financially in the future. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Then again, this all “might” happen if I do enter Sunway College. Tomorrow I shall meet my dad's old friend, Miss Khatijah, and perhaps score a MARA Loan. Thing is, my dad likes the fact that this CAT course is faster and he knows that I can do it but his only problem is that he refuse to give me the dough required. He figured, since Kerajaan sanggup tanggung me for my foundation under UIA complete with elaun and all, why not go to UIA. Y'know, he doesn't have to use his money. Its not that my dad is thrifty, he's just, very very “berjimat cermat”. He really is. And my mom thinks its stupid the fact that, “Why should you make a loan and later after you graduated, you will have to pay it back. When the IPTAs are more affordable.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I think that's crap. Like when Faruq and Kamilla was accompanying me for my break yesterday (Yup, I'm still working at Parkson), we were talking and comparing between budak-budak IPTA and budak-budak IPTS. And we agreed that a “few” budak-budak IPTA cam do not take their studies seriously because its not their money on the line. Its kerajaan's. They don't have that same pressure that most IPTS students have of having to score each paper knowing how much money is on the line. Thousands I mean... And its true... I absolutely agree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;On a much sour note, by now the whole world has come to terms with the fact that Man U won the Champions League blah blah blah blah... *yawn* All I can say is Vidic is one smart mother *beep* for provoking Drogba the way he did. What a good strategy Alex constantly-chewing-gum-and-should-f**king-retire-by-now Ferguson! “Hey! Let's provoke Drogba, Chelsea's goal scoring machine!” Owh f**k you!!! Despite of the red card, I am going to unashamedly admit that it felt good seeing Vidic with BLOOD all over his nose. What a wimp! *screams as I pulled my hair* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I'm telling all you MAN U fans, if Drogba was on the field for the whole 90 minutes, WITHOUT A F**KING DOUBT, the game would not have even gone to the penalty shoot out phase. Man U would have been buried!!! *take a deep breath*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;I don't know why the english in me suddenly surfaced (the swearing and all), I mean, I'm a SPURS fan for god sake. I was suppose to be a neutral. Oh yeah, maybe its because I owe my abang saudara top up Hotlink RM10 because his team, MAN U won... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 28.0px Chalkboard"&gt;F**K!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;On a much surprising/sweeter/lighter note, I have an announcement! I officially have a crush with a local celebrity / selebriti tempatan!!! I know, how shocking! I mean, even my cousin Iqa was in bewilderment and wanted to know so bad who is this “local celebrity”. Well I admit, he was around before. I seen him a lot on TV, acting in SAKA on TV3. I never thought he was cute, just “Boleh Tahan...” I mean he had this facial hair going on, like a stubble, and the character he played is such a PRICK! I'm sorry, like kasar giler perangai dia. So not attractive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;But I forgot. I completely forgot that he was acting the whole time. Like, it never occurred to me. It finally did occurred to me that he was acting in SAKA, when I saw the real him in... MELODI! Yup, that show with Farah Fauzana &amp;amp; Wahid Senario on TV3! I know, I know... How shocking! I actually do watch TV3 once or twice, believe it or not! There he was, CLEANLY SHAVEN and had this suit on which makes him look so... GOOD/YUMMY! I mean compared to the character he was playing on TV, with the backpack and all... So sloppy and, unattractive y'know... Oh yeah, and during the interview I can officially confirmed that he is S-I-N-G-L-E!!! Because that chinese girl asked him, “Apa ciri-ciri wanita idaman?” Suddenly my heart beat faster, I had to know. But he gracefully replied, “Bila saya bertunang atau berkahwin nanti, saya akan umumkan...”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 28.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Aaawww...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Problem is, I didn't catch his name. Zaini. Zed Zaidi. No... It was Za- sumthing. I forgot. So I googled him, and got his myspace page! So hopefully by now he has added me! *blushes* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Fueled by Atiqah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Atiqah's name drop of the day: Miss Khatijah (who will hopefully give me the green light and the dough needed for me to hopefully further my studies at Sunway College, insya-Allah...)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Chalkboard"&gt;Atiqah song of the day: All I Need by Radiohead (In the video, the asian part was definitely shot in Malaysia! Because like, the mean old woman said at the start of the video, “Bangun! Bangun!” OMG!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Chalkboard; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-6314223069040726748?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/6314223069040726748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=6314223069040726748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/6314223069040726748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/6314223069040726748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunway-college-machester-stupid-united.html' title='Sunway College, Machester (Stupid!) United &amp; my new celebrity crush (And HE is MALAY! *gasps*)'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-5542525546774908114</id><published>2008-05-15T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:22:33.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trixie'/><title type='text'>Trixie! (And no, I'm not talking about Speed Racer's girlfriend)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Yup, I am referring to the new member of my family. Although right now which is on the 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; of May, 10:00 pm, my parents still have no idea that I just got Trixie. (I am one sneaky monkey. What a coincidance, I bought a Paul Frank t-shirt soon after purchasing my little 'bundle of joy'.) In fact, my mom is in some conference while my dad is, well busy. I cannot come up yet with a good reason about how Trixie is suddenly in the cage with JT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Either its some stray animal that I decided to adopt, but that won't make sense because its fur is in such good condition or a friend of mine had a lot of rabbit and decided to give me one! Or, I could just tell the truth and said I bought it at carrefour for RM90!!! But the latter one would cost me. My dad goes crazy if he finds out I spend that much money on a rabbit. Like the worst case scenario, he'd tell me to return Trixie back. But he doesn't understand. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; and foremostly you guys should see the state of my rabbit JT, its just sad. Like, he's in a mournful state. And secondly, it was the cheapest rabbit they sold in Carrefour. I wanted to buy this other rabbit because it reminded me so much of Chelsea. It had a darker shade to its fur, and it was so curious. So friendly, so everything Chelsea. But when I asked for the price it was effing RM250!!! My gaji masuk tomorrow anyway, on the 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;  but I had to resist the temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My new rabbit, which I appropriately named Trixie (since I watched Speed Racer like 30 minutes before purchasing it) is such a shy rabbit. I don't know why but when JT met Trixie, it seems there are no chemistry, yet. Either both parties are shy or... I don't know... I hope they can work it out and become good friends. I really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Fueled by Atiqah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Atiqah's name drop of the day: R.I.A. Chelsea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Atiqah's song of the day: Goodbye Horses by Q Lazzarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Apple Braille'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-5542525546774908114?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5542525546774908114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=5542525546774908114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5542525546774908114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5542525546774908114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/05/trixie-and-no-im-not-talking-about.html' title='Trixie! (And no, I&apos;m not talking about Speed Racer&apos;s girlfriend)'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-5867106771551698267</id><published>2008-05-15T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:08:32.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gombak queensland'/><title type='text'>Gombak or Queensland???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Should I further my studies at UIA in Gombak, Selangor or University of Queensland in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;After speculating about the pros and cons for both university I still can't make up  my mind. Well, I did got matrix in Tangkak, Johor. For the course of Sains Hayat. But I decided to skip it because I would like to go for Sains Fizikal. For my upu, I manage to score UIA! For the course of foundation in engineering. I know,   I know... Most of you guys must be in bewilderment! UIA &amp;amp; me just doesn't seem to fit together. The chemistry doesn't seem to be there. I'd play Old Yellow Bricks by Arctic Monkeys and the university wants me to play Intifhada by Rabbani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;In fact I just met Govin(deran) earlier at Alamanda on my way to GSC Alamanda and when I drop the bomb that I am going to U to tha IA, his instant reaction was, “Wwwooo, that's so not you.” And that is so true. It amazes me how this person whom I haven't met for 2 years can still know what I am and what I am not. I mean, I have nothing against wearing tudung or learning bahasa Arab or any of that stuff at all. But the fact that I was typing it down a few seconds ago, just made me cringe. It made me cringe just even trying to imagine whether I can even do half of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;My dad campaigned to me, in his normal aggressive manner (which is for the good of my future anyway so I'm fine with it), that maybe I should think twice about going to UIA. Basically, I just found out that I am not going to study for 2 semesters. I have to study for my 'foundation' for 4 semesters!!! What the ef!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I'm not being paranoid but my friends who are doing their matrix is doing it for a year, my friend Kamilla is doing her foundation at UTP for like, a year too. When I think about it, it would drive me crazy if my friends are already studying for their degree and here I am, stuck in Petaling Jaya, still studying for my foundation. Boo-hoo!!! So I called the UIA office and I decided to throw a couple of bold questions like... Why is my foundation taking so effing long??? And she said, “Kat UIA nanti you akan belajar Fardhu Ain, Arab, English &amp;amp; ICT. Foundation or matrix kat tempat lain mana ada buat macam UIA. Sebab tu belajar foundation sampai 4 semester. If bijak, 3 semester je dah sampai.” It was something like that. And... Well, I figured, okay... There's the pros of studying there. Later I'll be doing my degree at Gombak since I'm doing engineering. Thank god. If I do took a medic related course they will campak me all the way to Kuantan, Pahang!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;And if I go for Queensland, I'd have to do my foundation studies at Taylor's for a year. And later fly all the way to Gold Coast, cuci mata sekejap, and later register to study at St. Lucia, one of Queensland's campus. Okay, the description seems nice and simple. But let me drop the bomb. I'd have to make a loan from MARA worth effing RM700,000.00!!! Wow... Like, that's a lot... And my dad said, if you graduate with 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; Honours, you don't have to pay cent. If I graduate with 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; Honors, I only have to pay 10% of the loan, which means around RM70,000.00!!! Plus, if I go study at Queensland, I already specialize in a field which is Chemical &amp;amp; Metallurgical engineering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Which means I'd graduate with Bachelor of Degree in Chemical &amp;amp; Metallurgical Engineering. But if I graduate from UIA, I'd graduate with a Bachelor of Degree in Chemical Engineering. Like, I won't specialize in a certain field. And, I already am certain that metallurgical is the field for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Basically, here's my plan if I go for UIA. Do my foundation at UIA for at least 3 semesters, then I'll do my degree at Gombak and it will all cost me less than RM50,000.00 . Later, I'll apply for a MARA or JPA scholarship to do my masters overseas. In fact, in some cases, if you get 'outstanding' results, the university themselves will sponsor you to do your masters or/and PhD overseas!!! I mean, my cousin got a JPA scholarship to go study at Pennsylvania, USA. And now, that university is offering her scholarship to do her masters! Or maybe it was PhD, I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;But here's my long term plan if I go for Queensland. I do my foundation at Taylor's (which cost effing RM18,000 for the whole year) and the rest to do my Bachelor of Engineering at University of Queensland. Later, I'll strive and give up my all to at least graduate with a 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; Honor, or even better, graduate with 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; Honor so my loan will be converted into a scholarship altogether!!! And if I'm lucky, Queensland will sponsor me to do my Masters!!! And later, I will apply to work as a chemical engineer for the steel company Arcelor Mittal. Yup, my future employer will be Lakshmi Mittal, one of the richest people in the world and if I'm not mistaken, he is worth effing 40.sumthing billion dollar!!! That is a lot!!! Like, my MARA loan is just a drop of bucket to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Anyway, I know, I know... Things are definitely easier said then done. Especially in this case. Its like, such a big risk! I don't want to be in debt 6 years from now and become a graduate that can't find a job and had to sell insurance to pay for the loan monthly y'know... I don't want that. I just have to make sure that I study really really hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;To be honest, I don't think I give my all/100% for my SPM, and I still manage to get a good result. I figured, if I push my limit a little bit, and put up a 110%, I might achieve something I never thought I could. Like, graduating with 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; Honor!!! Who knows... I will strive my best to achieve it, I really would. 'Just graduating' is not an option. Let's face it, I can't possibly pay RM700,000.0 . That is 'A LOT'! Pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Fueled by Atiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Atiqah's name drop of the day: Trixie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Atiqah song of the day: Youth by Matisyahu&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/1077827241165353968-5867106771551698267?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/5867106771551698267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=5867106771551698267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5867106771551698267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/5867106771551698267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/05/gombak-or-queensland.html' title='Gombak or Queensland???'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-25550399385247287</id><published>2008-05-09T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:07:45.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHELSEA (NO, NOT THE FOOTBALL CLUB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;t pains me to write this down. I mean I could just have posted an obituary at NST before the sports section, but I'd settle for the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On the 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; of May I was woken up by the sound of dog's barking. Then I heard this squeaking, or maybe squealing followed. I was on my bed as I close my ears. I was trying to lie to myself. I was blinding myself from the truth. The truth that the squeaking was either from my pet rabbit Chelsea or JT. I closed my ear as I tried telling myself that the squeaking could be from a cat or some other poor animal, like a squirrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then I heard my dad &amp;amp; mom opened the door of their bedroom as I heard heavy footsteps frantically going down the stairs as I heard my dad mentioning about a dog. It was his attempt to save my rabbits. Long story short, I found JT in one piece but Chelsea was no where to be seen. My dad tried to be optimistic and made a hypothesis that since there was no blood on the “crime scene” (my neighborhood), then she could be hiding down the drain or something and is still a bit afraid to come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Clearly the hypothesis is proven wrong because it has been nearly 5 days and I haven't seen her. God I miss Chelsea... I miss it when she gives me an “Are you done yet?” look every time I annoy her by kissing her on those puffy cheeks of hers every 5 seconds. What can I say??? I feel like an only child sometimes because my brother is never home. I don't even have internet. The only form of entertainment I can find is by playing with my 2 rabbits. They're like my babies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I cried so hard on the 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 5.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; of May. I never cried so bad, except for that day when.. Anyway, I was suppose to work that day. And literally when there are no customers, I was crying in between. I let it all burst out, it was so hard as I contemplate on “What could have been if I”... After work I hoped that when my dad picked me up he would deliver some good news but na-da. I took a long depressing shower later on. I miss her so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I never lost a loved one/someone who meant so much to me in my life! My grandpa died, but I was too young to care. I literally played “kejar-kejar” wif my other cousins who were my age and younger upstairs as my grandpa's body was downstairs and everyone was mourning. I felt it. I felt like losing someone so close to me when Chelsea died. I am very sensitive towards violence against animal. I mean, when I heard about what happened to the polar bears in the documentary “An Incovenient Truth”, I lost it. Yup, I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Being the paranoid girl I am, I felt like I heard the brutal execution of my rabbit's death. It hurts so much. My rabbit didn't deserve to die the way she did. Its too cruel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I watched The Oprah Winfrey Show the other day and she mentioned that you shouldn't think about the way a person/animal dies, you should celebrate his/her wonderful life. My rabbit barely lived for a year, but compared to the day I brought her in, she definitely grew quadruple her original size. I know I'm famous for my exaggeration, but this one is the truth. My rabbits are very intelligent. Especially Chelsea. My dad released her once and she went so far until the playground area. I was so scared for her safety. (I had this image of a person seeing how meaty she is and decided to roast her for dinner. I admit, I'm very paranoid about everything really. When something bad happen, I'll  think about all the worst case scenario. In fact, I ONLY think about the worst case scenario. Its hard to be optimistic when you're a realist at the same time.) And what do you know, the day after I heard a nudge by the gate. It was Chelsea!!! She came back!!! And its because she was hungry... How intelligent is that? She found her way back home, and she only went home to fill up her belly. I remember picking her up instantly as I showered Chelsea with kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;These days, I've come to terms with the fact that Chelsea is not apart of my life in the future. But I'll always have those memories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Right now I feel so bad for my other rabbit who survived the incident. I don't dare let JT out and about anymore. And I feel bad... Its not like he has any friends anymore in that cage. Chelsea is gone. I wonder if he knows... I feel so bad every time I see him just stare blankly to the wall. I don't meant for this to happen to him. I bet it sucks just being by yourself most of the time. I really do... I feel so bad. I give him some milk now and then to make it up to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm even considering like a stray animal, a little kitten perhaps that I can adopt so that it can accompany him. At least he has a friend! I don't think my parents would approve of it though. Since I'm on my way to the college life, I won't take care of my pets anymore. And since they'd have too, which they don't want too, they completely disagree of any form of adoption from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It just brings me to tears every time I think of Chelsea. How she died and all... Like it really hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fueled by Atiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Atiqah's name drop of the day: My lovely pet rabbit Chelsea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Atiqah song of the day: My Immortal by Evanescence&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/1077827241165353968-25550399385247287?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/25550399385247287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=25550399385247287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/25550399385247287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/25550399385247287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/05/chelsea-no-not-football-club.html' title='CHELSEA (NO, NOT THE FOOTBALL CLUB)'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1077827241165353968.post-2155050711251472541</id><published>2008-05-08T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:37:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL EXTREMELY BLESSED THESE DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There were days that I feel like I am the most unfortunate and unhappy girl in the world. I mean, I look at my friends around me and I can't help but to compare. I feel like I am lacking in every department, and it sucks. But being the muslim that I am, I look at it as god testing my faith. In fact, I try to be as optimistic as possible. Like, at least my state of living is much better then the other girls who are my age in countries like Darfur, Afghanistan and so much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I must admit, shows like The Oprah Winfrey Show really bring me down to my feet every time I feel like the unluckiest girl in the world. At least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 36.0px; text-indent: -18.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have delicious food to eat 3 times a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 36.0px; text-indent: -18.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I get a decent education and will go to college soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 36.0px; text-indent: -18.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I live in a democratic country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 36.0px; text-indent: -18.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To me, if those grim days weren't so 'low'... Then the high days won't be so 'high'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like, the day my dad told me that I am too young to own an Apple Macbook plus it might get stolen in the campus so he ordered some Toshiba laptop instead, that was a low day. I know, I know. You guys won't look at it as that big of a deal, but it is to me! I mean, since the start of the year I have made it clear to my dad about my desire to own a Macbook. And yet he had to order some Toshiba laptop, without even talking to me in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then again, like The Academy Is said, the world tends to unfold the way it should. What do you know, I own a macbook now. I mean, its a miracle!!! I count my blessings every single day, I am more then sure that my prayers are being answered. Now to add another one to my blessing list, I am accepted to UIAM!!! How exciting!!! Except for the fact that I have to wear tudung, wear baju kurung (which I have no problem with) and not tight body hugging clothing and learning bahasa Arab. Then again, learning bahasa Arab should be fun. I will only be learning the basics, plus its hard to pronounce. Almost like french... Almost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My course is for asasi kejuruteraan. Like foundation, for a year. Then a degree!!! I decided to take engineering because there are more options later on and it looks very interesting. Plus I have done my research on the job prospects and its looking good. I just have to learn to stand out then all the other graduates. In fact, I already set my sight on who will my future employer be. I am talking about the company Arcelor Mittal!!! Right now I am considering to be a chemical engineer who specializes in metallurgy. It sounds interesting, and hard. Then again, nothing is easy in the world. And I am going to work hard to achieve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am seriously considering to sacrifice my social life if it will increase my chances to get a higher grade pointer at the end of the semester. Like, during high school years of form 4 and form 5, my goal was to never fail a single subject out of the 10 subjects. And I did it, although I nearly failed it when during my trial SPM I scored like 30+ for my physics paper. My my, wasn't that a wake up call for me. Honestly, I never took SPM seriously. Not even a week before the first paper. It was the last weekend before SPM that made the whole thing finally sink in into my conscious. This is it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, my goal for my college year is to score 3.5 and above!!! Who am I kidding... LOLZ!  It sounds so much easier in The Sims 2 University. So maybe, my goal is to score 3.0 and above. But during my final year, it will be 3.5 and above. Even better, if I can get 4 flat! My uncle said 1200 students in Malaysia did it this year alone, well so can I... If they can do it, why can't I? My brain capacity is the same as theirs, I guess it all goes down to hard work. And I will strive for that. My parents have invested so much in me I cannot imagine letting them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fueled by Atiqah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Atiqah's name drop of the day: The people who created The Sims!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Apple Braille"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Atiqah's song of the day: New Soul by Yael Naim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Apple Braille'; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1077827241165353968-2155050711251472541?l=atiqaherlina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/feeds/2155050711251472541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1077827241165353968&amp;postID=2155050711251472541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2155050711251472541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1077827241165353968/posts/default/2155050711251472541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiqaherlina.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-extremely-blessed-these-days.html' title='I FEEL EXTREMELY BLESSED THESE DAYS'/><author><name>Atiqah Erlina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16537175184259216551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6qhjn1MrJSE/SoxVAauzg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZnONEi0X5xA/S220/Mother+%26+I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
