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― Charles Dickens</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ItsO-v-eButNotR" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="itso-v-ebutnotr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MRnw8cCp7ImA9WhRWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-8021601162518254425</id><published>2012-01-05T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:09:47.278+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T21:09:47.278+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;“Don't be afraid of your fears. They're not there to scare you. They're there to let you know that something is worth it.” ― C. JoyBell C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-8021601162518254425?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/8021601162518254425/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=8021601162518254425&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/8021601162518254425?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/8021601162518254425?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-be-afraid-of-your-fears.html" title="" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQX04fyp7ImA9WhRXFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-5749487773007776747</id><published>2011-12-23T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:58:10.337+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-23T12:58:10.337+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="One liner" /><title>One liner #002</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes a lot can be less just like a little can be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-5749487773007776747?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/5749487773007776747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=5749487773007776747&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/5749487773007776747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/5749487773007776747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-liner-002.html" title="One liner #002" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFSXs9eip7ImA9WhRXFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-412257780103712450</id><published>2011-12-23T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:40:18.562+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-23T11:40:18.562+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><title>Called and Uncalled For</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I had a minor accident. Alhamdulillah all of us are doing fine. But my car had a little injury. So little that it cried my heart out. ;'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admit, I might have pressed the gas pedal too soon and then bump.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing for sure: Your subconscious mind is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My conscious mind is responsible for the logic knowing I couldn't pass it but then my subconscious mind injected the ego 'Nah, surely you can pass it' that turned out to be false. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subconscious mind  to the conscious mind : "The installed program of&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ego is going to be launched and the result will be a behavior that you may regret later."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaboom. Regret....and still regret...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To counter for the mistake, my subconscious mind launched the reflex actions. hmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, things happened for a reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Redha' is one word befitting my situation right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lesson learnt. It's time to smile again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(No one is considered to have believed until he believes in &lt;em&gt;qadar&lt;/em&gt;  and that good and evil are from Allah and until he believes that  whatever has befallen him would have never missed him and whatever was  decreed not to befall him will never befall him.) &lt;/b&gt;[Tirmidhi]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-412257780103712450?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/412257780103712450/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=412257780103712450&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/412257780103712450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/412257780103712450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/12/called-and-uncalled-for.html" title="Called and Uncalled For" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGRXs-eyp7ImA9WhRXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-440816905122675205</id><published>2011-12-21T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:15:24.553+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-21T20:15:24.553+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>Sharp &amp; valid</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fThEP1ZI-64/TvDDj-aepGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/g0F7cmbU678/s1600/tumblr_lwh6wjW3eX1qitvdso1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fThEP1ZI-64/TvDDj-aepGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/g0F7cmbU678/s400/tumblr_lwh6wjW3eX1qitvdso1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688261352185832546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic courtesy of &lt;a href="http://quotediary.me/post/14493735404/click-here-for-more-life-love-friendship-and"&gt;quote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-440816905122675205?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/440816905122675205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=440816905122675205&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/440816905122675205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/440816905122675205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/12/pic-courtesy-of-quote.html" title="Sharp &amp; valid" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fThEP1ZI-64/TvDDj-aepGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/g0F7cmbU678/s72-c/tumblr_lwh6wjW3eX1qitvdso1_500.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGRng5eyp7ImA9WhRRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-6897104890703743753</id><published>2011-12-01T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:00:27.623+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T02:00:27.623+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>As Loud As Feeling</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm writing this as a response to &lt;a href="http://farihanmansor.blogspot.com/2011/11/end-and-beginning.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Guess this is written for all of you, you know who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart”     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7275.Helen_Keller"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'd be a blatant lie if I say I felt nothing reading the entire post because man, I do. And I do it wholeheartedly hence writing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's no surprise that we have known each other for almost 4 years and counting. We just sort of clicked and like a force between two magnetic poles, it can never be broken. At least not without a presence of another force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; What force? It could be anything but I'll leave it as it is. I'm afraid my thoughts will turn into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, in less than 2 months or 3 months top, each of us will depart and follow a different path. Some of us are getting married, some of us might be planning to continue studying and whatnot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truly time isn't so friendly to us. At least not in our final semester because I swear everyday I was left being unsatisfied with the time we spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's always new gossip to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New issue to prank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New thought to ponder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With you guys, there is always something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love how a mundane day can turn into a joyous day in a split second.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How ridiculously plain issue can turn into a redonkulous joke of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How a short laughter can turn into a chain of laughter among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lvhbxnseqp1r762oro1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/tumblr_lvhbxnseqp1r762oro1_500.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;pic courtesy of &lt;a href="http://stevesimonjr.tumblr.com/post/13547164383/laugh"&gt;steve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How the 'no offense' jokes become 'offense intended' jokes for a mere laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Trust me dearest friends, if I were to summarize the whole experiences it still wouldn't be enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For that, I thank you all my beloved. Merci beaucoup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for letting me see life through a whole different perspective. I wouldn't have changed for the better if it's not for your kind endeavor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the times we bicker and such, that's just a mistake every once in a while. And here's sorry for the mistakes done. Cheers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's enjoy the time that we have and relish it while it lasts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The span of our friendship is never up to any limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tRwGXz5qaqY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Though we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget so don't forget&lt;br /&gt;The memories we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, Please remember &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-6897104890703743753?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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character, for it becomes your destiny.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-4580008261434529851?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/4580008261434529851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=4580008261434529851&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4580008261434529851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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type="html">&lt;p&gt;"Always some clown looking to stir the pan." ~Mike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-5985887796363564971?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/5985887796363564971/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=5985887796363564971&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/5985887796363564971?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>Of thinking beyond</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMXRxVJFRiw/Ts_S2DsflcI/AAAAAAAAAso/deK7UmeWulI/s1600/im.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMXRxVJFRiw/Ts_S2DsflcI/AAAAAAAAAso/deK7UmeWulI/s400/im.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678989481284179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new chapter of life is beginning soonish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure about others but I have a fest inside my head. A planning fest, that is. I tend to plan lots of things inside my tiny head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things i wanna do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Places i wanna go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inappropriate honest opinions I wanna shoot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreams I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all in my head. It's a galore. Sadly, most of the times it didn't happen the way i wanted it to be or perhaps the way it should have been. But for the things I did, things I have gone through, I keep reminding myself there's no regret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Nothing can happen to us except what Allah has ordained for us. He is our Master. It is in Allah that the muminun should put their trust"&lt;/span&gt; (Al-Tawba: 51)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It shouldn't be any regret. The problem lies for the things I never do, things I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the saying about following your guts etc? Well sometimes I feel like I have no guts to do some things. That explains why some things left in the list, never been ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"If I could give you just one gift, do you know what it would be? Confidence." &lt;/span&gt;(One Day, 2011)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I need confidence. Still confidence alone isn't gonna cut it. I need something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually tittered at the thought of me wanting something more. I haven't rip the shadow of my so-called confidence, yet I want something more. Hish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many a time I think and just think, never really do what I wanna do, never really say what I wanna say and the list goes on. And for the things I should do or must do, I tend to stall it. It's fatal. I do believe the more you stall, the lazier you are. At the end of the day, you'll go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny how a brain works, often driven by aims or targets. But who am I kidding? We are His servants with a sole purpose which is to serve Him and none other. In spite of all that, for the worldly affairs if we have a longer time span of accomplishing a goal, we would nonetheless stall if we could. The likelihood of giving other trivial business is higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where I am wrong. In need of a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year soon. According to Muslim calendar, it's 1433. Alhamdulillah for Allah still giving me a chance to breathe in for another second, minute, week, year (God knows when).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life goes by in a blink of an eye. I read this one book and it is true that time is going faster these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Prophet(SAW) told us that one of the signs of the Last Day would be that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“Time would move faster - so that a whole year would pass like a month, a month would pass like a week, a week like a day, a day like an hour, and an hour like the amount of time it takes to kindle a fire.”&lt;/span&gt; (Ahmad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is actually a reminder for us, forgetful servants to do rightful things for gaining access to the beautiful jannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to self: Do and keep doing. Not think and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salam Maal Hijrah. Xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/sig.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-4237840119117398250?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/4237840119117398250/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=4237840119117398250&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4237840119117398250?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4237840119117398250?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/11/of-thinking-beyond.html" title="Of thinking beyond" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YMXRxVJFRiw/Ts_S2DsflcI/AAAAAAAAAso/deK7UmeWulI/s72-c/im.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQ3YzeSp7ImA9WhRREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-2022232308378313925</id><published>2011-11-25T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:26:22.881+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T00:26:22.881+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Julian Casablancas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>That's My Man, yo!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7iHouZldgA/Ts5unH5JlgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/NsF5Vc1h3E8/s1600/tumblr_lmaus2PNI41qzzc18o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Gael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ted:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m sorry, Gayle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gael: &lt;/strong&gt;Gael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barney:&lt;/strong&gt; …Kyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gael:&lt;/strong&gt; Guy-el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marshall:&lt;/strong&gt; …Girl?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    &lt;em&gt; How I Met Your Mother&lt;/em&gt; 3.01 - “Wait For It”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear this happened to us recently but with a different name for sure. And I swear this scene came straight to my mind. Haha LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, HIMYM never fails to crack me up. I'm an ardent fan of HIMYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-3836326760585593661?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/3836326760585593661/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=3836326760585593661&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/3836326760585593661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/3836326760585593661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/11/soundalike.html" title="Soundalike" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4NQ3o8cCp7ImA9WhRTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-4358618921987091212</id><published>2011-11-05T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T03:13:12.478+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T03:13:12.478+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>A Token Gesture</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've noticed I keep coming back writing in here when I clearly stated that I won't be coming back. So much for hiatus. :\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever. All I know is that I have this one week for a short break. I can do whatever I want. Me writing in here, it's like a medium to drain some parts in my brain. Having people to read it on the other hand is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One week isn't that 'fantasy' long if you have to minus it with reality. Yeah, as usual assignments tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, earlier today when I was driving back home my door wasn't properly closed as in not tight closed. Usually I'd have known for certain seeing the light in my car indicating it's not properly closed. But no, this time no light whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a moment, there was this one guy honked me few times to warn me. At first, I thought WTH man, did I cut your line? Did I do something to offend you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when I saw him, he was warning me complete with hand gestures and everything. I'm thankful for that small act of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What fazed me was that no one other than him said anything about the door. I mean, I was driving for more than 10 mins before he came and honked at me. What happened to few others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Positive thinking! Maybe they didn't see it at all. It was my fault to even begin with. I should have checked my door. Le sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow I'm just being thankful and all that. May Allah bless you wherever you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd never forget a small act of kindness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do not forget small kindnesses and do not remember small faults.  " -Chinese Proverb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-4358618921987091212?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/4358618921987091212/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=4358618921987091212&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4358618921987091212?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4358618921987091212?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/11/token-gesture.html" title="A Token Gesture" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGRng_fip7ImA9WhRTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-8115066098177944828</id><published>2011-11-04T09:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:45:27.646+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T02:45:27.646+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>Cleansing Soul</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dop0MRfBaWM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CG8wjptXGo8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subhanallah. Inspiring, isn't it? I couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's weird that I felt a sudden gush of weird emotions watching the videos. So weird that having two in one sentence isn't enough. :\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a mix feelings of sadness, guilty, the feeling of not enough and anything equals to those. Oh wait, it's heightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not a shame that I actually broke out into tears watching both of the videos. Yes, I'm sentimental like that. I know it says in the title "Don't shed a tear watching this video".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my, I didn't invite the tears. It came streaming down my cheeks just like that. Just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truthfully, how often do you hear such powerful words that can easily touch your heart? Perhaps the threshold of my sadness began to recede on its own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your soul is still unflinching, I pray that one day you'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know about you. I believe it depends on which angle you view it, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frankly the message in the video uplifted me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote this once and I'm going to repeat it again as a reminder. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so determined to satisfy ourselves hankering for the worldly affairs that we forget the existence of the other world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if you're not ready, it doesn't hurt to just try and keep learning. Let's because I'm willing to learn. Xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.”&lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5144.James_Joyce"&gt;James Joyce&lt;/a&gt;,           &lt;i&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3298883"&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Anyone who has learned the Quran and holds it lovingly in his heart  will 'value his nights when people are asleep, his days when people are  given to excess, his grief when people are joyful, his weeping when  people&lt;br /&gt;laugh, his silence when people chatter and his humility when people  are arrogant'. In other words every moment of life will be precious to  him, and he should therefore be 'gentle', never harsh nor quarrelsome,  'nor one who makes a clamour in the market nor one who is quick to  anger'.” &lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5174809.Ibn_Mas_ud"&gt;Ibn Mas'ud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain   upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better   after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own   ingratitude, more gentle.”&lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/239579.Charles_Dickens"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-8115066098177944828?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/8115066098177944828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=8115066098177944828&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/8115066098177944828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/8115066098177944828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/11/cleansing-soul.html" title="Cleansing Soul" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/dop0MRfBaWM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MBR3s7fCp7ImA9WhRTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-8601639976316768251</id><published>2011-11-03T05:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:04:16.504+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T06:04:16.504+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><title>Je suis amoureuse</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bjMSAEbbgc/TrG3C_i8yoI/AAAAAAAAArU/AfKVIoW7pRI/s1600/3bae266ea877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bjMSAEbbgc/TrG3C_i8yoI/AAAAAAAAArU/AfKVIoW7pRI/s400/3bae266ea877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670514667881810562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so fun doing this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway that's one hell of a snapshot of what combines myself. Hahaha. Kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the quiz from&lt;a href="https://webifyme.org/en-US/quiz/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. It's cool, isn't it?!(^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Friendship Bracelet&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your buddies will be  overjoyed to learn that you've drawn the Friendship Bracelet. It stands  for sociability and your talent for making each friend, online and off,  feel special. So very special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Statue of Liberty&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quick: look out your  window. Any purple mountains' majesty? Amber waves of grain? We wouldn't  be surprised, because you're in the U-S-A!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Toy Robot&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello intrepid Firefox 3 user!  You’ve been with us for a long time, and we’re excited to share Firefox 4  with you. Until then, accept this trusty robot as a symbol of our  appreciation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Paintbox&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;A symbol of risk and reward!  You're no stranger to chance, to taking a walk on the 20-sided dark  side. In the game of life, you're +10 Geekiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Car Magazine&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the Gear Head — mark  of those who know their limited-slip differential from their throttle  body. You get all revved up at the sound of a big V8, and the smell of  burning rubber brings a wistful tear to your eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;MP3 Player&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're nothing if not a  completist, and you like to take it with you. Compact, concise and in  control, you are master of your musical domain. Mp3, WMA, FLAC — Rock  accordingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Sweatband&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's go! You're not one to sit  around; you like the active, positive and healthful, in body mind and  spirit. And you have the sweaty wrists to prove it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Friendship Pin&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Friendship Pin — an  unbreakable bond between you and your BFF. It shows you are loyal,  willing to wear your love on your sleeve (or sneaker).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Tarot card&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aha, The Magician! You possess  unusual powers, and can conjure up the truth from any situation. Also,  you can turn the world on with your smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Bandage&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The adhesive bandage — mark of The Healer. You seek the perfection of the human form, or at least one less headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Wrench&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wield the tools to make it yours, for you are unique — and your browser can reflect that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Business Card&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mark of the professional — you've defined yourself in the business world, and earned a fancy title for your efforts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Pocket Knife&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Pocket Knife — small,  versatile, and just a little bit dangerous. It is your symbol because  you are resourceful, and sharp, and you know how to fold yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another one but this one is created with my second option for the quiz. Haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJAgeCcNY8g/TrG9BOAesyI/AAAAAAAAArg/oYKY_yAUccI/s1600/091f8b752ae8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJAgeCcNY8g/TrG9BOAesyI/AAAAAAAAArg/oYKY_yAUccI/s400/091f8b752ae8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670521234473792290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;USB Drive&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technology lives to serve, and  you like your information portable, pocketable and sharable. That's how  data becomes action, and gadgets become essential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Date Book&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what's next; you have  it all written down in your date book -the symbol of The Organizer.  You're the one we turn to when we are in doubt, for you hold the  answers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Crayons&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The symbol of unpretentious  creativity and art. You are almost certainly imbued with a child-like  curiosity and an unfettered imagination, enjoy self expression and  bright colors. You are child-like, or may actually be a child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Bookmark&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;As easy as clapping on a light,  it's what you've been waiting for — the one-click bookmark. Don't you  have enough to do without having to suffer the indignity of multiple  clicks?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Knitting Needles&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ancient symbol of  self-reliance, the Knitting Needle stands for your expressive  individuality in the face of commercialism. With your own hands you  create that which you desire, and make it purely your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Android Smartphone&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you, the Internet  cannot be contained to a desk or a cafe. You carry it with you, not a  place you go, but a tool you use. This is your Swiss Army Knife™.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Pepper Spray&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can hope to ward off evil  with a rabbit's foot, or you can be more proactive. You're the  pragmatist — you own your destiny, control your security and know the  value of self-defense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Transit Pass&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;The symbol of travel, of paths taken and untaken, of sleeping upright in a middle seat. You are The Traveler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Gyroscope&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mystery, science, adventure —  these aspects of your character are embodied in your symbol — The  Gyroscope. You have the unique ability to remain calm and steady as the  world spins around you. Maybe you even know how to pirouette.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Silly Band&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have a bright outlook,  flexible attitude, and a kooky sense of aesthetics. You're probably the  type of person that appreciates the use of the word 'kooky'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Shell&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like to set a course for  adventure, your mind on a new experience. Your treasured memories are  your reward. Therefore you richly deserve The Nautilus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Carabiner&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have drawn the Mark of the  Connection; Active, strong and reliable — that's you. People count on  you to keep grounded at all times, even up in the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Eye Drops&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;This vessel of curative liquid  is your symbol, o power user! You are clear of vision, attack a problem  at its source, and at the ready. You probably spend a lot of time  staring at a screen, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="inner"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Buddha Statue&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Infinite kindness and fortune, they smile upon you. You're searches lead you to answers, and you're feeling lucky.&lt;/p&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&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-8601639976316768251?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/8601639976316768251/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=8601639976316768251&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/8601639976316768251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/8601639976316768251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/11/je-suis-amoureuse.html" title="Je suis amoureuse" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bjMSAEbbgc/TrG3C_i8yoI/AAAAAAAAArU/AfKVIoW7pRI/s72-c/3bae266ea877.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUBRno5eyp7ImA9WhRTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-1624185647283675428</id><published>2011-11-03T04:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:10:57.423+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T05:10:57.423+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Holy Quran" /><title>Self-control</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "When anyone greets you in a courteous manner, let your greetings be  better that his- or at least return the same, Allah keeps account of  everything." (An-Nisa 86)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Follow thou the inspiration sent unto thee, and be patient and constant, till Allah do decide: for He is the best to decide."&lt;br /&gt;(Quran 10:109)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:darkgreen;"&gt;On no soul doth Allah Place a  burden greater than it can bear. It gets every good that it earns, and  it suffers every ill that it earns. (Pray: ) “Our Lord! Condemn us not  if we forget or fall into error; our Lord! Lay not on us a burden Like  that which Thou didst lay on those before us; Our Lord! Lay not on us a  burden greater than we have strength to bear. Blot out our sins, and  grant us forgiveness. Have mercy on us. Thou art our Protector; Help us  against those who stand against faith.”(Quran 2:286)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“And whether you disclose what is in your own selves or conceal it, Allah will call you to account for it” (Qur’an 2: 284)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; That is, He will call to account and He (SWT) will ask, but a person  will not be punished concerning those things over which he had no power,  such as the whispering of oneself and one’s speech to oneself, for this  Allah (SWT) will not hold mankind accountable. And to abhor the evil  whispering is a part of Faith. (Taken from &lt;a href="http://lastisland.wordpress.com/2008/08/30/the-last-two-verses-of-surah-al-baqarah/"&gt;Latis&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_452_language_6_content"&gt;"So  by  mercy  from Allah ,  [O   Muhammad],  you  were  lenient  with  them.  And  if  you  had been   rude  [in  speech]  and  harsh  in  heart,  they  would  have  disbanded   from  about  you. So  pardon  them  and  ask  forgiveness  for  them   and  consult  them  in  the  matter.  And when  you  have  decided,   then  rely  upon Allah .  Indeed, Allah loves  those  who  rely  [upon  Him]." (Quran 3:159)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="verse_453_language_6_content"&gt;"If Allah should  aid  you,  no   one  can  overcome  you;  but  if  He  should  forsake  you,  who  is  there  that  can  aid  you  after  Him?  And  upon Allah let  the   believers  rely."(Quran 3:160)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="verse_1471_language_6_content"&gt;"And  if Allah should  touch   you  with  adversity, there  is  no  remover  of  it  except  Him;  and  if  He  intends  for  you  good,  then  there  is  no  repeller  of  His   bounty.  He  causes  it  to reach  whom  He  wills  of  His  servants.   And  He  is  the  Forgiving,  the  Merciful" (Quran 10:107)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And  no  bearer  of  burdens   will  bear  the  burden  of  another.  And  if  a  heavily  laden  soul  calls  [another]  to  [carry  some  of]  its  load,  nothing  of  it   will  be  carried,  even  if  he  should be  a  close  relative.  You   can  only  warn  those  who  fear  their  Lord  unseen  and  have  established  prayer.  And  whoever  purifies  himself  only  purifies   himself  for  [the  benefit  of] his  soul.  And  to Allah is  the   [final]  destination" (Quran 35:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;One must not complain because Allah(S.W.T) predestines their hardship. No amount of hardship is beyond one's capability to endure. I know that. Truly I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;But often in times, I failed myself. I failed when it comes to patience, perseverance and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;It's hard to be righteous when there's a pinch of bitterness tainted your soul. And when there's an option to complain, you complain nonetheless. You complain to yourself, to other self and even to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;What if there's no option to complain, what would you rather do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;Meekly speaking, who am I to question the  integrity of what lies in my own destination? I am indeed a slave to  Him. O Allah, grant me a great amount of patience with endless capacity  to endure whatever befalls on me. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="verse_3678_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Bukan senang nak jadi baik, bukan susah nak jadi jahat. Tapi yang bukan senang itu selalunya lebih mulia dari segalanya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-1624185647283675428?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/1624185647283675428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=1624185647283675428&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/1624185647283675428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/1624185647283675428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/11/self-control.html" title="Self-control" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDRn48cCp7ImA9WhRTEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-57013332059855346</id><published>2011-10-31T03:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T04:07:57.078+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T04:07:57.078+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>En la repetición</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;On repeat is the title.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I said I won't be coming back but damn, the temptation of writing when you had something in your mind is just.. umm let's settle with irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate being awakened in the middle of the night but yeah, I am only human after all. What say do I have in the normal cycle of my body? Oh wait, hate is a strong word. I just don't fancy it, not at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder is it the weight of the exam? or the dying sound of my alarm clock? or even the raucous sound of everything? I'm not sure which one fits in the answer mold. I didn't ask my body. X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I have an exam tomorrow and truth is I haven't finish study. But come to think of it, when did I ever finish study something? Aww, too bad! too bad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worst part is I wasn't so keen on having exam but then I read one thing posted by my friend on twitter. A lil' something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This is our last semester. Why do we have such feeling of laziness rather than being extra happy to go sit for the exam? It's our last semester. We won't have all of these later, better cherish it now."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's obviously not like that but I can't seem to recall the exact words but the meaning is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading this, it's like a good knock straight up to my head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This kind message is supposed to last for the whole semester but yeah, you know. Human!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It lasted for only few hours and dang the laziness resides back! Big time slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put it in here so that whenever I feel like straying away from my goal, here's the big knock again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway as usual, here's an excerpt from the book 'To Kill A Mockingbird" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would  have us believe- some people are smarter than others, some people have  more opportunity because they're born with it, some men make more money  than others, some ladies make better cakes than others- some people are  born gifted beyond the normal scope of men.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one way in this country in which all men are created  equal- there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a  Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant  man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a  court.”    &lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1825.Harper_Lee"&gt;Harper Lee&lt;/a&gt;,           &lt;i&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3275794"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Naw, Jem.  I think that there is just one kind of folks.  Folks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen turned and punched his pillow.  When he settle back his face was  cloudy.  He was going in to one of his declines, and I grew wary.  His  brows came together; his mouth became a thin line.  He was silent for a  while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I thought, too," he said at last, "when I was your age.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   If there is just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each  other?  If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise  each other? &lt;/span&gt; Scout, I think I am beginning to understand something.  I  think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley stayed shut up in the  house all this time...it's because he wants to stay inside”    &lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1825.Harper_Lee"&gt;Harper Lee&lt;/a&gt;,           &lt;i&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3275794"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;     &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-57013332059855346?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/57013332059855346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=57013332059855346&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/57013332059855346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/57013332059855346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/10/en-la-repeticion.html" title="En la repetición" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINSXsyeyp7ImA9WhdaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-4074197930695339490</id><published>2011-10-29T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T04:43:18.593+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T04:43:18.593+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me-myself-i" /><title>Send Me Away</title><content type="html">It shows the clock isn't dead as I'm writing this, it's freaking 4 am. Yeah, I'm wide awake. Thanks to a part of a day dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been writing anything lately. Not that I've ran out of muse but it's just I'm frigging busy to the extent that I prefer to ditch anything that goes in the distraction department. But hey here I am writing again just because I feel like writing something in the sound of nothingness at 4 am. Kudos to the sound or perhaps to the part deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have foreseen my days ahead and I think it's gonna be hectic. Like mad hectic! Whatever. It's not like I couldn't survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a word came to my mind before I went to bed just now, hence giving me some sort of interest to write back in here.&lt;br /&gt;SINCERITY.&lt;br /&gt;Define sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe people should bring a pocket of sincerity everywhere they go.&lt;br /&gt;Because people would rather be polite than sincere.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the back of our mind. I know. I do too.&lt;br /&gt;But let's try to be sincere, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite hard because we were raised to see life like that or to live life like that. I mean to be polite rather than sincere even in the toughest time.&lt;br /&gt;We prefer to endure rather than saying No to a thing we know we couldn't handle. It's good to be polite but what's polite when it robs the essence of sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something to ponder. Work the brain, think and think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Let's just say I'm on hiatus. I won't be back till everything is finish. Till then, Xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" align="right" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-4074197930695339490?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/4074197930695339490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=4074197930695339490&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4074197930695339490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/4074197930695339490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/10/send-me-away.html" title="Send Me Away" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GSXw_fCp7ImA9WhdbF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-7898215103017015052</id><published>2011-10-16T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:48:48.244+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T16:48:48.244+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><title>Promise Yourself</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" To be so strong that nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can disturb your peace of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To talk health, happiness, and prosperity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to every person you meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make all your friends feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that there is something in them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To look at the sunny side of everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and make your optimism come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To think only the best, to work only for the best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and to expect only the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;as you are about your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To forget the mistakes of the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and press on to the greater achievements of the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To wear a cheerful countenance at all times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and give every living creature you meet a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To give so much time to the improvement of yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that you have no time to criticize others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not in loud words but great deeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To live in faith that the whole world is on your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so long as you are true to the best that is in you. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               — &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/27700.Christian_D_Larson" title="Christian D. Larson quotes"&gt;Christian D. Larson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-7898215103017015052?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/7898215103017015052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=7898215103017015052&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/7898215103017015052?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/7898215103017015052?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/10/promise-yourself.html" title="Promise Yourself" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFQXc-eSp7ImA9WhdVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-3664182079340629553</id><published>2011-09-20T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:25:10.951+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T21:25:10.951+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kokokaina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><title>First of The Gang To Die</title><content type="html">ZOMG. Zee Avi did an awesome job covering Morrissey's First of The Gang To Die. Soulful rendition.&lt;br /&gt;I still love Morrissey's version, but damn Zee Avi's version is the second best. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pd1c1t2xqfQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never been in love&lt;br /&gt;until you've seen the stars&lt;br /&gt;reflect in the reservoirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have never been in love&lt;br /&gt;until you've seen the dawn rise&lt;br /&gt;behind the Home for the Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Pretty Petty Thieves&lt;br /&gt;and you're standing on our streets&lt;br /&gt;where Hector was the&lt;br /&gt;first of the gang with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die, oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die, oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have never been in love&lt;br /&gt;until you've seen the sunlight thrown&lt;br /&gt;over smashed human bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Pretty Petty Thieves&lt;br /&gt;and you're standing on our streets&lt;br /&gt;where Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and the first to do time&lt;br /&gt;the first of the gang to die&lt;br /&gt;Such a silly boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hector was the first of the gang&lt;br /&gt;with a gun in his hand&lt;br /&gt;and a bullet in his gullet&lt;br /&gt;and the first lost lad&lt;br /&gt;to go under the sod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stole from the rich and the poor&lt;br /&gt;and the not very rich and the very poor&lt;br /&gt;and he stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;He stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;He stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;He stole all hearts away&lt;br /&gt;Away...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" 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I know, it's quite late but NVM. Anyhow for those who know me, I'm asking for your forgiveness towards everything that I've done; Let's forgive and move on to a fresh start. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had a wonderful and joyous eid this year, albeit it's nothing close to being perfect since I no longer have a kampung. I miss every single thing about my village and most prominently, I miss my late grandma. Al-fatihah to my late grandma. May Allah shower His mercy upon her soul and place her amongst the solihin. Amin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so blessed on this eid that I've got lots of duit raya. It never cease to amaze me how generous people can be. Well, my parents taught us if you have some extra for yourself, always give some to others; family, friends &amp;amp; even strangers. Don't be a penny-pinching person. This is the last year I'm getting duit raya, I'm thinking of buying something meaningful with it. I'm that sentimental. Haha xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched my team being humiliated and outclassed by the devils. Oh what more can I say, even at some point I was actually laughing, not knowing how to react. Damn. It was so sad and laughable at time. I've ranted my say in my twitter. Haha. But now with all the new signings, I hope we'll bounce back. But frankly speaking, I think we need to start all over. But hey here's to a positive thinking!! And yes, Arteta is in!! I've always like him, he's always be my choice in my FPL. Nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bashing is so uncool, show some respect regardless of which team you support. You've got to try harder to make me go astray from supporting my team. I've been with them through thick and thin. It's been freaking 12 years mann!! Beat that haters. I do believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect can only be earned with respect.&lt;/span&gt; If you want others to respect you, first you've gotta learn to show some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I super love killing my time by reading something meaningful and creative. In there lies a great amount of inspiration. Hats off to the author with great mind! Cool stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One piece of advise "Never ever forget your parents, family". It's disheartening hearing true stories about those who left their parents/family etc. Just so you remember, they were once struggling to give you the life you have today. If they're not, they're still your parents! Come on, be nice! They have every rights in the world to be well treated. Period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still putting my mission on hold. It's true that I'm about to embark on a new journey but there's still a tad feeling of uncertainty. What's up with that? I'd love to ask people about that, but nahh I don't have the guts. ;(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joking has been a second nature in my family. If you can't accept a joke, don't call me family. As simple as that. Okay that doesn't come out right! What I'm trying to say is that don't be so serious. In times you've gotta let loose. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here's something nice by Warren Buffet :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work : All hard work brings profit; but mere talk leads only to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Laziness : A sleeping lobster is carried away by the water current.&lt;br /&gt;Earnings : Never depend on a single source of income.&lt;br /&gt;Spending : If you buy things you don't need, you'll soon sell things you need.&lt;br /&gt;Savings : Don't save what is left after spending; Spend what is left after saving.&lt;br /&gt;Accounting : It's no use carrying an umbrella, if your shoes are leaking.&lt;br /&gt;Auditing : Beware of little expenses; a small leak can sink a large ship.&lt;br /&gt;Risk-taking : Never test the depth of the river with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-2494890773259741930?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/2494890773259741930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=2494890773259741930&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/2494890773259741930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/2494890773259741930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/09/passe.html" title="Passé" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMSXo5fip7ImA9WhdWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-5899102691794275691</id><published>2011-09-07T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T16:51:28.426+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-07T16:51:28.426+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adele" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><title>Real Deal</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love Adele. Well I love her even more when I know she's actually my age. Frankly, I've always thought she's far older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing the live version is always 1000x better than the album. She sings her heart out in live session especially in the small occasion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try listen to the whole set of her live session in Itunes Festival 2011. God, it triggers a sudden gush of emotions. Weird but damn, it's connected in every way even if you've never felt that way before. Okay, I'm talking gibberish now. Whatever. Enjoy the real deal, beat that Taylor Swift!! Hahahaha. Her lyrics sound far realistic than yours. Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/os5z7XZPXys" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/snU9vQNOkHw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qknDM3pcoD0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-5899102691794275691?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/5899102691794275691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=5899102691794275691&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/5899102691794275691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/5899102691794275691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/09/real-deal.html" title="Real Deal" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/os5z7XZPXys/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICQHo_fSp7ImA9WhdQFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-2910895243722818124</id><published>2011-08-15T22:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:36:01.445+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-15T23:36:01.445+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arsenal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="francesc fabregas" /><title>Arrivederci Captain</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXX9vh1I-ec/Tkkzu3nf7TI/AAAAAAAAArA/16tpejDHnAU/s1600/take-it-to-next-level.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXX9vh1I-ec/Tkkzu3nf7TI/AAAAAAAAArA/16tpejDHnAU/s400/take-it-to-next-level.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641096888554876210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adios mi capitan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arsenal (2003-2011), Barcelona (2011- ??)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drawn-out saga has ended for real this time. Le sigh.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm bidding farewell to the captain, Cesc Fabregas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's disheartening to know another one left us. Big time sadness!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yeah, he left us when we needed him the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Perhaps Arsene you should have been a bit more forceful about that  months ago. Losing your two best players the day before the season  starts is nothing short of an embarrassing disaster." ~&lt;a href="http://le-grove.co.uk/"&gt;Legrove&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then again, the truth didn't startle me at all. In times, I kept reminding myself the truth is nigh. At some point, he's going back to Barca. That's pretty much about it.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Enjoy your time on the bench if not in the 1st XI. (That's my evil alter-ego, she said that!)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though the truth is hard to swallow, I'm wishing him all the best in his career and welcome back to the nou camp.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are loved, you will certainly be missed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll remain as our youngest goalscorer. That's for sure. I'm referring to the match against Wolverhampton Wanderers back in 2003.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the amazing 8 years journey. And just so you know, you were once our captain. I'll treasure that in my memories. Once a gunner, always a gunner.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So the Fabregas transfer saga is over as he signs for Barca. Good luck  to him, top player. I'm interested to see where Barca will fit him in ~ Rio Ferdinand (via twitter)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/s: This news reminds me of the moment when Henry left Arsenal. ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry, Hleb, Pires, Viera and many more. Cesc has joined the list! Congrats. ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yeah, a warmth note for Arsene: Spend some fucking money!!
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh excuse my French!
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No person will have  occasion to complain of the want of time, who never loses any.  It is  wonderful how much may be done, if we are always doing."&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1673.Thomas_Jefferson" title="Thomas Jefferson quotes"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Here's a toast to hectic days ahead...!!!! Kanpai..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border:0;" src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/faraheen/whib.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4087071974617530760-1060382369957972397?l=farahwhibley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/feeds/1060382369957972397/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4087071974617530760&amp;postID=1060382369957972397&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/1060382369957972397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4087071974617530760/posts/default/1060382369957972397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://farahwhibley.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-to-kill.html" title="Time To Kill" /><author><name>whibley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06746715139563164917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="20" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdv1vQT4ovE/TejxfSohq2I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/clj92x0PJO8/s220/shadows.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8CQXc_fCp7ImA9WhdQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4087071974617530760.post-403078266339095668</id><published>2011-08-13T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:47:40.944+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-13T17:47:40.944+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Holy Quran" /><title>The Sovereignty</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5253_language_6_content"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indeed,  those  who  fear  their  Lord  unseen&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5253_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will  have  forgiveness  and  great  reward.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5253_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5253_language_6_content"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5254_language_6_content"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And  conceal  your  speech  or  publicize  it;  indeed,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5254_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He  is  Knowing  of  that  within  the breasts.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5254_language_6_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="verse_5254_language_6_content"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/s: A very lovely verse. Subhanallah. Recite surah Al-Mulk everyday, insyaAllah you'll get a lot of benefit. ;)
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