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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I used to think the former. I covered my hair and thought that it was enough. After all, that's what all the women in my country do anyway. So they can't be wrong, can they?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I used to feel like this country I live in was a little too strict. I used to think, why do I need to do something I don't want to? Believe me, I tried to dump the garment at every possible time. I didn't understand why Muslim women need to cover like that. Why can't we just cover our hair and be done with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thankfully, I have amazing people surrounding me here. Amazing people that knew more about the religion than I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In school, we often have our talks on religion. A good friend of mine, even covers her face when she's around non-&lt;i&gt;Mahram&lt;/i&gt;. I used to think it as a little odd but she explained to me as to why she does it. And I watched enough Youtube videos/read enough books to understand why the women dress like "ninjas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I quite appreciate the explanations. Truth be told, I feel slightly ashamed that I still can't get myself to do that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do these people cover themselves to that extent?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The answer is simple. &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;They're protecting themselves from being judged based on how they look.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;They're protecting themselves from inviting unwanted troubles that could be caused by the influence of the devil.&lt;/b&gt; And simply, &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;they're just following what Allah has stated in the Quran, in Surah Al-Nur(The Light).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like it or not, all of us are slightly, if not a lot, judgmental. We judge things based on their appearance, and rarely ever the content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can you feel proud when you achieve something only because the other party likes how your face looks, and how your behind seems firm and for the lack of better words, big? Do you not think by doing that, you're only selling yourself to the world?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a girl as well. I know what it's like to be checked out by cute boys, and the way it feels when somebody compliments on how pretty you are or how they think your outfit is the best they've seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The downside is though, that's all they're ever going to think of you. The easy, pretty girl they think they can get anytime they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you honestly want to encounter a friend that way? Where's the respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, the world doesn't contain that much of those "cute boys". &lt;b&gt;There's some really spooky lads out there who would look at you and think of the nastiest things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The news have told us so much about girls getting raped/disturbed/kidnapped/murdered by creepy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why would you want to invite that even more by dressing up terribly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These "ninjas" who covers, they're protected from being judged that way. They keep their pride and dignity. They do not feel the need to be checked out by boys who would probably not respect them anyway. They don't feel the need to win something over by a pretty face or a luscious body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before, I couldn't see all the benefits of wearing the Abaya. Well, except for the fact that I didn't have to go through the trouble of picking out "suitable" clothes to wear in public. So when I went back to Malaysia for holidays, I kept wearing the "normal" clothes. I remember there was a guy at the cafe I was having supper at, actually looked at my butt and had a good &lt;u&gt;giggling session with his friends&lt;/u&gt;(HOW EMBARRASSING?!). I can't imagine what my parents must have felt at that moment. It was a shameful thing, not something I would ever want repeated again. And also, the guy looked as if he hadn't showered for days, EW? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what I'm trying to say is, you'd never get the respect you want when you're not clothed right. People look at you with eyes bulging out in the rudest way. &lt;b&gt;EVEN if you have a headscarf on!&lt;/b&gt; But you can't blame them and you can't think that they would get the sin for doing it. YOU are exposing yourself and making yourself available to be done that way. On top of feeling the mega shame, you'd also get the sin for wearing inappropriate attires and also the sin for letting the boys look at you that way. &lt;b&gt;You get double, they get one. How is that ever beneficial on yourself?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust me, it's much easier being covered anyway. I don't have to splurge so much on new trends because it won't even matter what I wear inside the Abaya(for all I care, it could be pyjamas!) thus, saving more money for university! It's a big win, I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I've never tried going out with an Abaya in Malaysia or any country  outside the Middle East for that matter. But, I'm promising myself that I  would give it a go, especially that I'm planning on going back for my  studies(and thinking of my worried father). And may I just add how classy girls look with Abayas on? I mean, seriously. The shiny, charcoal gray material. Darn, now I'm really excited for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And lastly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make the change. Forget about what others would think of you because you know for a fact that you're doing the right thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These few points were taken from a fellow &lt;a href="http://www.solihinzubir.com/2011/05/13-alasan-tipikal-wanita-yang-enggan.html"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;(which I think you should really go and have a read). I thought the points he used were rather true but I didn't exactly think the way he had put the words together was very kind. I hope I could put it in a nicer way so maybe you could consider the points?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These are.. well, some excuses I myself have heard first hand from some acquaintance and friends regarding covering and hijaab. We all know as Muslims that covering your beauty from non-&lt;i&gt;mahram&lt;/i&gt; is compulsory but only some of us truly understand why, and even do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here, I'd like to point out that I'm not saying because I do it, I'm any better than you. I'm just saying that Allah has made it a rule for us girls to cover.. just so we're clear. Because obviously, only Allah can judge the worthiness of one as a Muslim. &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it is very much &lt;u&gt;compulsory for girls to cover&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anywho, let's start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"Are all those girls who covers guaranteed Heaven?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No. In fact, no one is guaranteed. No matter how good you are, only Allah can decide if you're worthy of his Paradise. But if you don't do something that has been made a rule, do you, yourself think you're worthy to even have a peep of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Some girls who covers aren't that good either. They still gossip and backbite others." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's true. But why should you compare yourself to a lower class? You know backbiting is sinful, you know covering is a must, then be the better person. And InshaAllah, you would be put among the people that Allah loves because that's what we're aiming for in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"You really shouldn't try to advise me. You were not so good yourself." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone has a chance to repent, to be a better person, to improve. That includes you. What's past is past. Let it only be the reminder of what you're not and don't want to be. Plus, if you think only the really pious ones who has never made a mistake can admonish others, when will the message be passed across? &lt;i&gt;Good advise, coming from either a good or not so good of a person, is still a good advise you should consider.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. &lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"Even if I don't cover, I'm still a good person. I pray and fast."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it still doesn't change the fact that covering is compulsory for you. You know the consequences of the ones who don't cover, it's Hell-fire and it didn't sound too good when Prophet Muhammad saw it. Head hanging down with fire boiling it? Who would want that? And besides, only Allah can judge the worthiness of a Muslim. Not you, not me, not anyone else but Him so how are you sure that your actions are enough to please Him and to make you worthy of his Paradise? The best thing to do is to follow the simple rules Allah has made and leave the ones He forbids. You really don't need to complicate your life. Islam is simple and easy and truly beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; "It's my life, what I wear and do is between me and God. It's my right and you can't say anything about it." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like I said in my previous post, being Muslims, we need to remind each other. You can't expect Allah to give you a miracle and send an angel to tell you what you're doing is right or wrong, can you? We have each other, the Quran, the sunnah, and hadiths to remind and teach us. If I don't tell you what you're doing is wrong and I know it, then it would be counted as a bad deed for me. I would get the sin as well as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. &lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"I'm not ready to cover. It's a drastic change."&amp;nbsp; "I'll cover when I'm older and more mature."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're never going to be ready if you don't want to be ready. Allah, your creator, should not have to wait for you. You should always want to please Him. You don't know how much time you have in this life and so, always be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How old is old enough for you? How mature is mature enough? The rule is to cover once you reach puberty and even before that, to have a hang of it. Death won't wait for you till you're ready so ready yourself before it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. &lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"I wear long sleeves when I'm wearing shorts and I only wear tank tops with long trousers."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so you think it's balanced out...? But the rule in Islam clearly says you can't show your hair, you can't reveal your body parts. Why are you trying to bend the rules? Why are you trying to modify the rules to suit your own lifestyle? &lt;b&gt;You should modify your lifestyle to suit the rules. You should bend your cultures and trends for Allah's rules!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So that sums up what excuses I've heard before. I truly hope this has inspired you at least a little bit, if not a lot. Thanks for reading! :D &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/672532374371749265-15560838670047576?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Today, that happened.. or is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;Since I've started this post with quite a lot of irrelevancy, I reckon I should go up straight to the point now? Ok. Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;aring for what others believe, do, and say&lt;/b&gt;. Some people may think it's sort of like putting your nose up into others' business and some just does it to create a conversation amongst each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lot of people tell each other not to butt in when it comes to others' lives.  People judge you when you try to correct, they say when a person does  something bad, it's between him/her and God and you don't get a say in  any of it. But that's not what Islam is about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If a person were to do something obviously very wrong and you know it, in Islam, we're advised to advise. This doesn't mean we should spread the news around, get it to be talked about, shower the person with shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We as Muslims, should correct other fellow Muslims, &lt;b&gt;advise them, but in private&lt;/b&gt;. Talk one to one, no third wheel! We don't need to embarrass the other person, we don't need to feel superior just because we weren't the one at fault. But still, advise, advise, advise. Correct the person politely, in a way that you would accept if you were to be advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whether or not the other person accepts your advise is not up to you because you've done your duty as a Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's not only between that person and God, when you know it too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With all that said, &lt;i&gt;advising is not judging, and judging isn't advising&lt;/i&gt;. So we shouldn't be judgmental, we shouldn't jump into conclusions. Before advising, be certain. If you can't be certain, just tell the person as a reminder of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Secondly, people confuse races with Islam. For example, all Malays are Muslims and so people confuse the rules of Islam with the cultures of Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being a Muslim is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;NOT EQUIVALENT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;to being of a certain race&lt;/b&gt;. Religion comes before any race so whatever cultural acts that may contradict the rules of Islam should be left untouched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If the culture of your race tells you to have a sip of alcohol, you cannot ever follow that, as Islam has forbidden the intake of any amount of it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If your culture has evolved and become modernized, where everyone else is doing things God doesn't allow, then don't do it. Screw the damn culture because at the end of this life, your religion is all that counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being of whatever race shouldn't matter when you're a Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's no such thing as each race having different Gods. There's no such thing as being of a certain race would make you more special to God. This life has only one God. Every soul would be judged by only Him based on your religion, your faith, and how you apply them in your life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know your religion, so stick with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.s, Islam enforces education to humankind, whether it's education on the religion itself or other worldly things. Get educated. There's never a limit to it, even when you're old. Don't stop learning about the religion, keep reminding ourselves and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have something opposing to that, don't tell me. I don't care if they spent billions on the wedding, I enjoyed watching it, cried a little bit and adored the beautiful Alexander McQueen's dress!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Words on him have been going a lot around me, everywhere I turn, somebody has to be talking about his death and Obama, and how it all was a big conspiracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest, I had only the slightest idea of what he was, whom he really was before this.. incident of his death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, I've known his name since I was about 8 or so. Back then, I think, people wore t-shirts with his face on them.. I think. Or it could have been a nightmare but anyway, that just shows how little I knew of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reading, watching about him on the net and BBC, it's tempted me a little to have an opinion of my own(since I do like to have my own opinions) on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some are relieved, joyful and thankful for the death of Osama and some question whether or not it being true at all or might it be just a made-up thing by the US. And slight amount believe that he's been dead for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some disapprove the act of celebration of his death, saying it's nothing close to a victory with all the things going on still, for example, of how Afghanistan is still very much unstable and not at all free of war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I want to say to this is, let it all be. If the man is dead, he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is a justice. His death I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all, he was a terrorist, he terrorized, he did cause terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a Muslim, I pray to God to forgive his soul, for all the faulty things he has done but I don't think I want to blame the US for wanting him "deceased". He was a terrorist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He claimed to be a Muslim, and yet he'd caused massive troubles, scared the living shit out of a lot of people with his presence in the world. He made a lot of people believe that Islam is a religion that encourages terrorism towards others with different beliefs and what not which I thought was very disgusting.(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Islam is about peace!&lt;/span&gt; but if I were to speak on the topic, this post would go on for days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the "justice" part as something like.. a murderer being given a death penalty for murdering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If a person who's murdered only one person gets hanged, I don't see the foul at giving someone who's murdered hundreds a death penalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With all that being said, I am in no way celebrating his death. I don't celebrate deaths. I think that's just a little too inhumane and mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, let's just pray that God would have some mercy upon his soul. And all of our souls really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let's pray that God would have mercy on all of our souls, forgive us for all the crappy things we've done in this world and protect us from any kind of evil.&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/672532374371749265-5940667026141665185?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It seems like it was only yesterday that all that happened. The joyful moments before exams with my friends, stuffing ourselves with junk food, watching movies in school, forever talking about cute boys, being extremely childish with the thought of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year, I've realized that I'm a little more mature, more determined and hard working. Come to think of it, I find it really absurd. Me.. acting slightly grown up, handling things in a better way. ODD. But it's also very refreshing to have that thought at the back of my head. Knowing that I'm not a child anymore. It's a little frightening, but refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always wanted to be a grown up, acting all mature and sip coffee or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I'm ready, to move forward and be responsible over my own life. I'm ready to venture into the next chapter of my life. To be honest, I'm quite excited. Although I do still have one more year of school to go, comparing from last year to this, a year happens in a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Cambridge AS exam starts in May. If I'm not mistaken, the first paper is on the 9th of May. MOCKS are almost done and I think I did.. pretty terribly in some subjects and fairly good in others. I might have failed Chemistry but I'm just going to tell myself that I have a whole month to work on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Saturday would be my last day of year 11. It's weird. I'm in year 11. About to be done with it. I'm going to be a senior soon enough. (In real life, that'd be college but I go to school, not college because my parents didn't think I was old enough to live without them when we were deciding whether or not I should go to college for A levels)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear it's weird, I never really thought of all this before. I mean, I fantasize of being "big" when I was little but I never thought I'd actually experience it. Not that I thought I was going to die but you know.. it just never occurred to me that it'd happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to be 17 this June.. I told my mom that and her reaction was something like she was just slapped on the face. Even she couldn't believe it. Time really does fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My parents still think I'm 14 or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;xx&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/672532374371749265-2329319958065740617?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The song was posted personally by him on his own blog on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted, when it first came out, was rumoured to be about Adam Young. Now he's proved that Taylor Swift was referring to him when she said in the song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was enchanted to meet you&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be honest, I didn't exactly like Swifty because of her reputation with Hollywood hotshots like John Mayer and Jake Gyllenhaal. I actually found her quite annoying as a person though I did love most of her songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this happens, which I think has got to be the most romantic, cutest thing any person could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adam Young wrote a whole blog on this matter which you can read &lt;a href="http://owlcityblog.com/2011/02/14/dear-taylor/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen to the cover &lt;a href="http://owlcitymusic.com/vday/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The original &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw0fETc9XEE"&gt;Enchanted by Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the cover, Young slightly changed the wordings like "Oh Taylor I was so enchanted to meet you too" "Taylor, I'll spend my whole life wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you, too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was never in love with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never had somebody waiting on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause you were all of my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I just wish you knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor I was so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A little note he wrote to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dearest Taylor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll be the first to admit I’m a rather shy boy and since music is  the most eloquent form of communication I can muster, I decided to  record something for you — as sort of a “reply” to the breathtaking song  on your current record. This is what I wanted so badly to tell you in  person but could never quite put into words:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything about you is beautiful. You’re an immensely charming  girl with a wonderful heart and more grace and elegance than I know how  to describe. You are a true princess from a dreamy fairy tale; a modern  Cinderella. I’m terribly sorry it’s taken me such a long time to reply  but I figured Valentine’s Day was the perfect time to write this note to  you and simply say… I was enchanted to meet you too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is too cute and I just had to share it although most of you might have already found this out before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672532374371749265-5297426991600535974?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because I do, ALL THE TIME. Speaking of which, second semester of 11th grade starts tomorrow for me. I haven't prepared for anything, and yes, I've wasted my two weeks vacation, not studying or finishing up the books I got. How sad is my life, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'll stop blaming my life and start putting most of the blames on myself. I always let my weakness get the better of me, that is laziness. I'm so lazy that if I were to be talked about among desperate mothers with desperate sons, I wouldn't be. Not that I'm not grateful to be voided in conversations involving the phrases "Ah she's so pretty, I'm sure she'd make a good wife", "Oh she can cook too!", "Girls shouldn't wait too long to get married" and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pull myself together, sort my life out and grow up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Though I do like it sometimes(very rarely), but right now, it's the last thing I want.&lt;br /&gt;The two weeks vacation had felt like forever until now. I think I've put on about a million pounds too over the vacation. I have to get on that treadmill soon. And more, I haven't scrubbed my face in a week, I feel like a caveman! (Ew, why am I telling you about my disgustingness?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I had to study for my BIG DEAL board exam? The AS Cambridge Board Exam?!?!?! I didn't, did I?&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I was supposed to study for that. The exam's in May but the syllabus is ass long so I do need to revise a lot way beforehand or else we all know what my future would look like.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find a reason why I decided to go ahead with A levels instead of Pre-U. I know it's almost the same thing but at least in Pre-U, I'd be a little more motivated because.. well it's just my theory but I think staying away from home, in college gives you more motivation to become responsible and sorted out. You'd need to depend on yourself a lot more and so makes it easier to rid of your old high school habits. And plus, I'd be out of this hellhole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no point on nagging about that now is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also get my mid year results tomorrow. I failed, I know. At least in Bio and Math. I messed up quite terribly in those two. Just hope the teachers won't make a big deal out of it or I'd seriously cry. I can't handle guilt and being given the disappointed looks and disappointed words.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to avoid them as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Couldn't think of any other "suitable" title :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672532374371749265-5840779039458520450?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hNVJGPmK8-nxeomiee6rVEveSxA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hNVJGPmK8-nxeomiee6rVEveSxA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Gtfomyblog/~4/72UT04XdBZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/feeds/1520141724631965305/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/2011/02/mcfly.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672532374371749265/posts/default/1520141724631965305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672532374371749265/posts/default/1520141724631965305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Gtfomyblog/~3/72UT04XdBZE/mcfly.html" title="McFly" /><author><name>Najwa Adnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425889056474598534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5OaBXTma-Y/TfUrpjQ68TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uzuowGv3c0s/s220/llll.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/dXzCcN4Aw8E/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/2011/02/mcfly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDQHoyfCp7ImA9Wx9VGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672532374371749265.post-7257886660187333085</id><published>2011-02-05T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:34:31.494Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T01:34:31.494Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="songs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos" /><title>More than words</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of my amateur shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A day at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3IuRha_sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fzmMTnjnFKA/s1600/Khobar%2B114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3IuRha_sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fzmMTnjnFKA/s320/Khobar%2B114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570329011430293186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3RZyHbCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C3_EzRaAqv8/s1600/Khobar%2B090.jpg"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3RZyHbCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C3_EzRaAqv8/s320/Khobar%2B090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570028348757208098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3RZyHbCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C3_EzRaAqv8/s1600/Khobar%2B090.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3sZN25-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/87MCwqUDSbY/s1600/Khobar%2B093.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3sZN25-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/87MCwqUDSbY/s1600/Khobar%2B093.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3sZN25-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/87MCwqUDSbY/s1600/Khobar%2B093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUy3sZN25-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/87MCwqUDSbY/s320/Khobar%2B093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570028812461598690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3GnnXdPlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TxuImNfy1WE/s1600/Khobar%2B106.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3GnnXdPlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TxuImNfy1WE/s1600/Khobar%2B106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3GnnXdPlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TxuImNfy1WE/s320/Khobar%2B106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570326698011737682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3K_S_IewI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dg6RqCMlfpU/s1600/Khobar%2B163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3K_S_IewI/AAAAAAAAALA/Dg6RqCMlfpU/s320/Khobar%2B163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570331502904376066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3MJrHW7YI/AAAAAAAAALI/_RwCSPUlAfU/s1600/Khobar%2B180_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3MJrHW7YI/AAAAAAAAALI/_RwCSPUlAfU/s320/Khobar%2B180_picnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570332780691647874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since this blog of mine has hardly any readers, I couldn't be bothered to watermark my photos so I'd very much appreciate if you don't claim it as being yours. (On a scale of 1 to 10, how obnoxious did that just sound? lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I'd like you to know that I'm too lazy to write the details of the day so I'll just leave you at the photos. And also acknowledge that I am not a professional, neither do I take up classes for photography so they mightn't be as good as you wish it would have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;On a side note, I've fallen in love with this song. It's such a great holiday trip song, of course besides A Rocket To The Moon. This is also of one of the songs from my dad's playlist. The voice gives me chills to the bone, it's amazingness. The guitar is as well pretty sick. I might try to learn this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UrIiLvg58SY" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672532374371749265-7257886660187333085?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DbKQYLz033H8VBy2QUSzbks26Ic/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DbKQYLz033H8VBy2QUSzbks26Ic/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Gtfomyblog/~4/rsSCFVDLlyI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/feeds/7257886660187333085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-than-words.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672532374371749265/posts/default/7257886660187333085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672532374371749265/posts/default/7257886660187333085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Gtfomyblog/~3/rsSCFVDLlyI/more-than-words.html" title="More than words" /><author><name>Najwa Adnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425889056474598534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5OaBXTma-Y/TfUrpjQ68TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uzuowGv3c0s/s220/llll.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TU3IuRha_sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fzmMTnjnFKA/s72-c/Khobar%2B114.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-than-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGSXw4eCp7ImA9Wx9VGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672532374371749265.post-3017637883240499430</id><published>2011-02-04T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:35:28.230Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T01:35:28.230Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><title>You're so annoying, it's not even funny.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Don't you just hate it when one damn person ruins your whole day by not doing what you've been dreaming of him/her doing? Even though it's completely your fault by keeping your own hopes too high, you just can't seem to shake the disappointment off. And it's darn upsetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not my aim to flood my blog with dumb, emotional things so I'll stop it right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My journey to Kobar yesterday was okay. I kind of just slept the whole way through because I woke up at around 7 in the morning. Nia and Nadia were riding along with us while my brother, who happened to be the birthday boy, was in Nia's car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my brother's 19 now just so you know. Soon, he'll be off to college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had McDonald's in the car for breakfast, it sucked. The cheeseburger was so damn dry and disgusting. Remind me to never ask for McDonald's again after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The journey from Riyadh to Kobar took about 4 hours. As we arrived, went straight to the hotel and freshened up before going out to eat at Malaysian Kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to my inability to stuff myself with excessive food, mom told me to share my meal with the 10 year old Nia. We ate &lt;i&gt;Nasi Goreng Pataya &lt;/i&gt;- Thinly fried eggs, folded, and stuffed with fried rice, topped with either ketchup or hot sauce and cucumber - which was fantastic and very much filling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went over to the corniche for a little while and then to a mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazingly, a lot of the stores were on sale so I got myself some tops, a trench coat, and bottoms all from Zara. Which made me discover my deep, deep love towards it. I LOVE ZARA. 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The team consists of great players and now that the manager's changed again, I have a good feeling they might just rise again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the years, the team has been commonly known by Torres '9. Wherever you go, whatever you do, when Liverpool is talked about, Torres would have to be in it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's gone to Chelsea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUfJtjOyQMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0-A4Ey1Iew0/s1600/fernando-torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUfJtjOyQMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0-A4Ey1Iew0/s200/fernando-torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568641248655458498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; thinking he would be much better off there and could have a higher chance of getting a trophy, people think the team is going to go down the drain straight up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should know that without the other players in the team, Torres couldn't have done all the great things he did in the matches. Or maybe he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;would be better off there, who knows. The team will too, that's for sure. The team does no longer need his mood swings and bipolar issue or even his bouncy highlighted hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUfLLD9q4GI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7ZBcSPMGoVY/s1600/MartinKelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUfLLD9q4GI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7ZBcSPMGoVY/s320/MartinKelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568642855169876066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a lot more fishes in the sea, Liverpool now just has to pick the right ones to boost(BOOST NOT HELP) their greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Martin Kelly '34, the new member of Liverpool's first team has showed his abilities and I'm proud to say that he's great! He plays the centre-back and he looks darn good doing it! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Furthermore, Liverpool has recently bought Andy Carroll '9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUfNBBYUrzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Soy3jDPaHWY/s1600/andy-carroll_1992162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUfNBBYUrzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Soy3jDPaHWY/s200/andy-carroll_1992162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568644881700925234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; off Newcastle, who plays striker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for 35 million pounds.That making him the most expensive British football player yet. So far, he's been on the good side of reputation and hopefully will be great in the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;YNWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672532374371749265-380534123554376530?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;So she woke us up and told us to shower. The driver came to pick us up at around.. 11am or so and sent us to Ranco's Village.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were there, we started off our day with some light breakfast and headed on to the recreation centre. Note that Nia and I were wearing our colourful "Jaybans"(Justin Bieber Raybans, don't ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was at the library. Got myself 4 books on which I'm planning on finishing by the end of next week - the holiday. There wasn't much of girlie modern chic flick like the ones I usually read so I decided to give the older ones a go. I borrowed Nineteen Minutes by J&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;odi Picoult, Love in Grafton Street by Una Brady, Smoke Screen by Sandra Brown and Pastures New by Julia Williams. I might start with the last one because I've just finished a book by her and it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I joined them in the gym to play badminton on which I've discovered, I quite... suck at. Not completely though but I'm no longer as good as I was once at it. How sad is that? I so need to play more! My mom was comparing me to a 10 year old and worse, she said Nia was better at it! Overall though, it was a good game, sweat out a hell lot which is actually a good thing because I don't often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After refreshing up, Khairul, my little brother, and I had 2 games of pool - I'd like to say I'm quite awesome at it :P It's something I could totally have at my own home, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls then wanted to "check out" the indoor playground and so they left. After a while, I joined them in there and I have to tell you that it was the best playground I've yet seen. It was massive and slides were high and AWESOME and the play area was gigantic. It was like a tree house but better. I swear if I could have it in my room, I would. We "chilled" there for a while and played tag. haha But seriously, you would die if you were there. I didn't want to leave but mom called us and told us we were going to the minimart and so we did. I wanted Dr. Pepper but they didn't have any except for the diet ones which suck so I went ahead with the Cherry 7Up. Wasn't as good but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we went back to Aisyah's house to rest and watched Devil as well as Megamind. Fell asleep half way through Megamind not because it was boring but I was a little too exhausted. The movies were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned on surprising Aisyah with our presence there at her home(she was in school) but failed because of the movies. Though she was still a little surprised and hopefully grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I had a great time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really want Maggie TomYam and Dr Pepper :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672532374371749265-7213707471944536619?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5kJONEFiXO6wsMC4vPrCOIOQChI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5kJONEFiXO6wsMC4vPrCOIOQChI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Gtfomyblog/~4/-TAXfIgKiAE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/feeds/7213707471944536619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/2011/01/indoor-playground.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672532374371749265/posts/default/7213707471944536619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672532374371749265/posts/default/7213707471944536619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Gtfomyblog/~3/-TAXfIgKiAE/indoor-playground.html" title="Indoor Playground" /><author><name>Najwa Adnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425889056474598534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="22" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5OaBXTma-Y/TfUrpjQ68TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uzuowGv3c0s/s220/llll.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://najwaadnan.blogspot.com/2011/01/indoor-playground.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUASX4_eCp7ImA9Wx9VGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672532374371749265.post-3079741805895387101</id><published>2011-01-31T03:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:37:28.040Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T01:37:28.040Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news" /><title>Egypt</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XzLBCV-cwjg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="212" frameborder="0" height="175"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The fact that my family and some other family friends of ours were planning on vacationing in Egypt for this holiday is still superbly surreal to me. To think that I could have been there to witness the riot, the gunshots, and prisoners walking down the streets might have given me a little goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tweeted by a reporter, Al-Jazeera news was taken off the air in Egypt by the Minister of Information. The point of this was probably to "cool off" and calm the worried residents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUY5LE-4QvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kzunv253SbE/s1600/0edff4_ltpFiresRiots012711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUY5LE-4QvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kzunv253SbE/s200/0edff4_ltpFiresRiots012711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568200851769017074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I also have came across a few blogs mentioning the condition of Malaysian citizens residing, and studying there. As stated, Malaysians are to be evacuated out the country ASAP before anything worse happens - that, meaning they get hurt, killed, raped by the known fact of how irresponsible prisoners are.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the blogs have reported that the community have deci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ded to give Mubarak(the president of Egypt of 30 years) a certain amount of days to respond and step down from presidential and if not accomplished, the country would go into a civil war. What with all the other foreigners in the country, this could lead to interference of other countries and as we all could expect, resulting in.. well, let's just leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUY5b66JJmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zh69LUjy94Y/s1600/257911-egypt-riot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jjgUKglm1A/TUY5b66JJmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zh69LUjy94Y/s200/257911-egypt-riot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568201141122573922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the foreigners would want to leave but I'm not too sure of how they're going to achieve this. No flights are going into Egypt, so it could be very limited but aside of this, how are they going to do it diplomatically in the state of it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the case of house robbing as according to Al-Jazeera, and that they, the robbers, were caught to be wearing the police uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police was also spotted being missing in the act of torching the museums, buildings and vandalizing every object there is to be vandalized. Some even, including the mummies of which does not actually belong to the Egyptians but to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what has happened to Tunisia and what's happening to Egypt, some other countries, predicted to fall into the same path are Syria, Jordan and a few others of which are not as well governed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to put a blame on either sides but the state of the country is frightening!&lt;br /&gt;May Allah help the innocent to strive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672532374371749265-3079741805895387101?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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AND SO SO CUTE. Well,  I'm big on the chic flicks, happy ending, cliche things but this one is REALLY good. I think because it's not just about 2 significant falling in love but a family. A family they have grown to be by time. It's a really touchy story and I just might have had gotten a little teary at some point but that's beside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this past week has been a little weird because of the non-facebook thing. I've realized how much time Facebook has taken up from my life. Everyday, I used to have to spend at least 3 hours on it and giving that I still am at the age of having to study and do homework and what not, it's pretty distracting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as I'm writing this in the dark(because I can't be bothered to turn the lights on), I just want to share some bits on how my days could be so much better without the urge of having to check for notifications or friend requests and all. It's really refreshing because I noticed that I'm so much more well rested. I don't have to sit in front of the screen, strain my eyes and have a really bad backache by the end of the day. Instead I could just lie down and get engrossed in a book, which I love a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that, I've managed to finish 3 great books in 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also realized that my days are calmer without Facebook. I guess it's because of all the time spared. I can do so much from reading to movies to just enjoy a little bit of experimenting in the kitchen and also naps! Good, long, long naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for the exams I just had, they were pretty good. I had time to study really well and satisfy myself with knowing that I did my all best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's mid year holiday now. I have 2 weeks off from school and I'm really glad. I could start doing some serious studying(not cramming overnight) before the school opens and MOCKS would come along soon after that. Then the real thing but let's not think of that just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I guess that's it till now. I'll write again soon.&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/672532374371749265-468416534253862723?l=najwaadnan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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