<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:26:11.279-08:00</updated><category term="sunflower"/><title type='text'>ShOuLd oR ShOuLdN&#39;t?</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything that&#39;s poped out from my head should be listed here...sigh..but time&#39;s getting jealous with all my free hanging time.And then,bla bla bla....updating session will only come when there&#39;s no work to be done,which means, no such time for me! &#xa;Works compiling and I&#39;m getting drown by it. So, my touch in  my blog&#39;s getting lesser.&#xa;Pity me, and pity you my bloggy..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-875490550911000816</id><published>2011-05-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:48:43.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Love To~</title><content type='html'>Wow..gorgeous way to talk &#39;bout something. but what thing should I talk about?
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&lt;/span&gt;Let&#39;s begin with &#39;Love to&#39;.
I would love to go there!
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I would love to take that!
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&lt;/span&gt;Yes,I would love to!
Last but not least...
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Love to hell.
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Rude ending huh? exactly! Why did I said that? Because there are too many couples around me that make &#39;love to hell&#39;.
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Can you brief more on love to hell?
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Sure, I would love to..
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First, why is it to hell? why it can&#39;t be heaven?
Answer : Because you always said &#39;love brings me to heaven&#39; or at least &#39;I feel like I&#39;m in heaven&#39;
              Is it fair to other people if it&#39;s only you who can feel heaven? It&#39;s not fair! So then, you                    should get a taste of hell from my post here. Did you do this with your soo lovely                              partner?
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1) Seducing him. Oh, you don&#39;t? have you ever talk to him in sweet voice? in case you don&#39;t know, let me tell you. There&#39;s a reason why women&#39;s voice become one of our aurat.
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2)Show him your hair, or maybe any part of your body that shouldn&#39;t be showed as long as he is your boyfriend ONLY. You don&#39;t? Ok, that&#39;s good. It&#39;s a relief to hear that. But if you ever did that on purpose,then be ready to be burned in hell. (in case you don&#39;t repent)
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3)Purposely wear something nice to take his attention. And if it &#39;small&#39; or &#39;no space for air&#39;, it will be years addition in hell. Can you breath wearing cloth like that?Urghh!!!
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4)Lied to your parents face about something just because of your beloved one. What to do..since he&#39;s the only one who loved you right? Your parents must be a jerk since they didn&#39;t understand my feeling of love that&#39;s going to burst out for him.
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Well, 4 most hated things I see in couples. That&#39;s what happen around me. I can see and I can feel. That&#39;s why I want to write this.
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Maybe, MAYBE only, it&#39;s not impossible for me to be like this. But, since I&#39;d wrote this, and create each words by myself, maybe I can stop myself from stepping my leg to HELLDOOR!
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Well, to me myself...a little reminder..this is LOVE TO HELL.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/875490550911000816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/875490550911000816?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/875490550911000816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/875490550911000816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-to.html' title='~Love To~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-6942203255689428555</id><published>2010-12-11T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:53:28.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Zaman Kini~</title><content type='html'>Zaman kini...sangat menggelikan hati.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa ya aku cakap macam tu? This is the story guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousins...Kak X is a girl. Anak dara pingitan gitu. Well, dah nama pun anak dara tu, faham-fahamlah kan..mestilah diintai-intai orang untuk dijadikan menantu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the same thing happen to my cousin. Someone called and said they want to come and take a look at Kak X. Aku pun ikut excitedla dengan berita terbaru ni. Mungkin ini jodoh Kak X. Mestilah aku tumpang happy right? Siapa tak suka kahwin oii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, supposedly hari ni family sebelah lelaki tu nak datangla tengok cousin aku ni. Aku kat rumah ni pun pasang-pasanglah telinga untuk dengar berita terbaru. Even cousin aku ni jauh di kampung, still aku boleh tahu perkembangan ceritanya through phone. kring...kring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku melompat dengar bunyi phone. Gempak ni..Haha..memang gempak pun bila akhirnya kitorang dapat berita yang si JANTAN tu punya family tak jadi datang. Aku tumpang bersedih dan geram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa Geram? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini yang nak cerita ni. Ada ke patut, call and bagitau nak cancel datang hanya disebabkan Kak X aku ni takde kerja tetap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manusia apa la diorang ni. Aku faham..kalau taknak pun, it&#39;s ok. But then, no need la kan cakap direct kat auntie aku yang diorang tak jadi nak kat Kak X sebab pasal kerja tetap je! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before ni Kak X jadi chegu GSTT. Tapi around last month suddenly Daerah Kuala Muda menamatkan perkhidmatan GSTT. Kak X pun terpaksa la cari keje lain. AT LEAST...dia dah dapat kerja sekarang ni..Ok what? Daripada takde kerja langsung kn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serius sakit hati yang teramat dengan keangkuhan dan keberlagakan keluarga tu. Diorang ingat anak diorang hebat sangat? Setakat bagitau kerja kat Perodua KL tu, aku pun reti. Macamla anak dia hebat sangat. Kak X aku tu lulusan Degree S.Kimia USM tau! Kau lulusan apa? Entah ada entah tidak. Bukanla Degree tu hebat sangat..tapi at least Kak X aku ni educated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si jantan tu pun, nampak sangatla tak educatednya kan bila family dia call and cakap tak berlapik macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa yang lagi tambah lucu and bengangnya pulak...boleh diorang kata, taknak si Kak X ni..tapi kalau nak bagi adik Kak X yang keje nurse tu diorang terima untuk angkat jadi menantu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isyh3....dunia2...memang tak paham...sebenarnya diorang nak orang kerja chegu. Itu je pointnyer..Kesian Kak X...before ni pun dah ada family yang nak datang tengok cuma sebab Kak X ni chegu..tapi tak jadi jugak sebab kitorang rasa something wrong dengan si jejaka tu. Dia tak nak tunjuk muka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam2la halangannya...walau apa pun, kami semua bersyukur bila ditunjukkan sikap family si lelaki tu awal2..Itu bukanlah jodoh yang baik untuk Kak X..sebenarnya diorang nak kahwinkan anak diorang dengan gaji perempuan tu..bukannya perempuan tu..Kalau desperate sangat nak bermenantukan chegu, pergi je kat maktab2 berdekatan dan buat pengumuman nak menantu. Siapa yang free, datanglah isi borang..Kalau beranilah kan..tapi rasanya tak berani sebab anak dia tu tak layak pun nak dibangga..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolonglah manusia2 sekalian...be more sensitive..Bukanlah aku mendabik dada kata diri sendiri bagus. Tapi at least aku mungkin ada usaha untuk berfikir apa perasaan orang kalau aku buat sesuatu di luar jangkaan..hati diberi untuk dijaga..Jaga dari sebarang kemaksiatan, dosa dan mungkar. Kotor hati, bermakna tidak ikhlas dan bersihlah apa yang kita persembahkan pada Allah s.w.t..berusahalah membersihkan kekotoran yang terpalit, bukannya menambah kotoran yang sedia ada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pada Kak X, aku doakan dia dapat bertemu dengan jodoh yang baik. Aku faham apa yang dia rasa. Satu hari nanti, akan ada pembalasan untuk family lelaki yang buat macam tu. Mungkin tidak terlihat di depan mata kita, tapi kita berpegang pada janji Allah s.w.t...setiap perbuatan akan ada balasannya..Insyaallah...amin...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6942203255689428555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/6942203255689428555?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6942203255689428555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6942203255689428555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/12/zaman-kini.html' title='~Zaman Kini~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-2709625821090725839</id><published>2010-12-09T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:50:07.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Etika Berpakaian~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hari ini dalam newspaper.... Ada menyebut tentang kod etika berpakaian yang perlu ditekankan oleh IPTA dan IPTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Apa yang kita faham dengan kod berpakaian yang sepatutnya di tempat pengajian?  Saya memang menyokong sebulat-bulatnya dengan apa yang si pengutus surat itu suarakan dan terima kasih pada Berita Harian( kalau tidak silap saya) hari ini kerana menyiarkannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Pengutus menyuarakan tentang etika berpakaian yang sepatutnya lebih sopan dan kemas untuk para siswa/siswi setiap kali mereka ke kelas. Bukan saja untuk ke kuliah, malahan semua aktiviti formal perlulah menjaga etika berpakaian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sebagai contoh, UUM (Universiti Utara Malaysia). Pelajar lelaki diwajibkan memakai tali leher setiap hari manakala perempuan pula, tidak dibenarkan memakai menjolok mata. Ini yang sepatutnya diperbetulkan dahulu oleh semua IPTA/IPTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Budaya berpakaian bebas dan menjolok mata sedikit sebanyak menyumbang pada gangguan seksual daripada kaum lelaki dan meningkatkan jenayah rogol di Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Perkara ini memang perlu disuarakan. Kata orang, penampilan luaran memberi persepsi orang lain pada diri individu. Dan dengan berpakaian menjolok mata, diri individu itu sendiri akan mendapat kerugian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Pada hakikatnya, hampir semua IPTA menekankan kod etika berpakaian untuk penuntutnya. Tapi sayang, hanya segelintir yang mahu mengikutnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sebagai seorang pelajar di sebuah universiti tempatan, saya juga melihat senario yang sama terjadi setiap hari di hadapan mata saya. Pelajar berpakaian menjolok mata tidak terbilang banyaknya. Apa yang lebih menyedihkan, ada sesetengahnya beranggapan, memakai pakaian yang longgar dan tidak mengikut tubuh badan itu selekeh. Lucunya, keselekehan yang dianggap mereka semua itu akan memberi jaminan syurga pada si pemakainya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sering saya terlihat pelajar ditegur pegawai keselamatan di tempat pengajian masing- masing disebabkan pakaian mereka. Ada yang menerima positif dan ada juga yang sebaliknya. Lebihmenyedihkan, ada juga abang guard yang bukan sahaja tidak menegur, bahkan tolong mencuci mata pula dengan melihat model-model fesyen bergelek-gelek pinggul di depan mata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Penekanan dari semua pihak sangat diperlukan dalam hal ini. Pihak atasan sudah menyediakan etika terbaik untuk kita patuhi, maka kita sendiri perlulah mengasuh diri untuk menerimanya. Pihak yang lainnya pula, jalankan tugas dari perspektif masing-masing supaya kod yang ditetapkan, dipatuhi oleh penuntutnya. Hal sekecil ini sebenarnya menyumbang pada hal lain yang tidak sepatutnya terjadi jika dibendung dari peringkat awal.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2709625821090725839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/2709625821090725839?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/2709625821090725839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/2709625821090725839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/12/etika-berpakaian.html' title='~Etika Berpakaian~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-8070571328654231747</id><published>2010-11-09T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:45:50.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Apa Yang Terjadi~</title><content type='html'>Apa yang terjadi semua ada hikmahnya. Itu yang sering kita dengar dan kita ingatkan pada diri sendiri. Tapi adakah itu yang kita praktikkan?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ebelakangan ini, banyak perkara yang terjadi. Di samping musim exam yang menyesakkan kepala otak, ada pula masalah lain yang menjelma. Masalah rumah tangga....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;on&#39;t get it wrong..I&#39;m still single. Ini berkaitan dengan hal rumah  yang mempunyai tangga yang sedang aku diami sekarang ini. Rumah yang orang war-warkan sebagai syurga ini, sekarang berada jauh dari perkataan syurga..Walaupun sekadar rumah sewa, tapi banyak masa yang dihabiskan di sini. Jadi, layaklah untuk digelarkan sebagai syurgaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukanlah mahu memburukkan sesiapa, jauh lagi mahu menghina. Tapi di sini, ingin diingatkan, jika sudah bergelar penyewa, maka bertindaklah seperti yang disebut. Apa hukumnya bila si penyewa tak memberi khidmat seperti yang dijanji dan yang termaktub? Haram wang sewa tahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ungkin kalau sedikit kesilapan, kami masih boleh bertoleransi, tapi bagaimana pula ceritanya jika kesilapanyang sama berulang hampir setiap hari?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;andas tersumbat tak diambil kisah..Bukan saja tidak kisah,ditambah pula dengan arahan berbaur amarah menyuruh kami membaiki sendiri. Maaf ya, kami semua pelajar di uitm..bukannya plumber yang betulkan paip tersumbat. Itupun, kami dah cuba-cuba menjadi plumber tak bertauliah jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;asalah wireless yang tak pernah surut-surut dari dahulu. Kalau semester lepas, hati masih boleh dipujuk kerana masalah router di modem. Tapi semester ni? Apa lagi kata-kata yang dapat memujuk hati sendiri kalau sudah hampir terang disuluh, ada yang mensabotaj di belakang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;anya Allah s.w.t saja yang dpaat membalas apa yang terbuku..Hormat masih ada kerana Si Penyewa adalah orang yang bertanggungjawab memberi ilmu pada kami. Mungkin kerana itu kami masih sanggup makan hati berulamkan jantung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;edikit pun tidak terlintaskah tentang rasa tanggungjawab di hati? Tidak takutkah pada wang yang dituai dari hasil yang tidak jelas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;pa lagi dapat diucap...mulut pun dah penat melahirkan rasa amarah..Tindakan pun dah separuh diambil..masih juga mahu menegakkan benang yang basah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;arapnya sabar masih menguasai diri...moga dibukakan pintu hati untuk berfikir..Kalau perkara ini semakin lama berleluasa..kami semua bimbang tidak dapat memberi maaf lagi atas wang yang kami habiskan untuk sesuatu yang tiada pulangan pada kami.. Kami bukan datang ke sini menyewa untuk membela perut Si Penyewa dan anak-anaknya saja..kami datang untuk belajar..Bimbang kelak rasa hormat sudah tidak ada lagi.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/8070571328654231747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/8070571328654231747?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/8070571328654231747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/8070571328654231747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/11/apa-yang-terjadi.html' title='~Apa Yang Terjadi~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-7362075572699207249</id><published>2010-10-31T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:33:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Last Sem~</title><content type='html'>Last semester di Uitm Kampus Kota Bharu...Actually,even aku happy sebab tak payah duduk sini pun,still ade perasaan sedih tu..Yela...tempat jauh lagi dikenang,inikan pula tempat study.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;onestly said,aku memang tak suka pun duduk sini..Sebab tempat ni tak membangun. Tapi apa yang baiknya adalah...alhamdulillah,aku masih naif seperti ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ukan naif sampai tak tahu apa-apa..Naif di sini aku tujukan khas dari segi pergaulan. Aku rasakan aku masih seperti dulu dan emm..mungkin ada perubahan..mustahillah kalau sikit pun tak berubah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ku yang aku rasa &#39;aku&#39; itu bagaimana ya? Mungkin seperti ini :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;) Suka memandang orang yang tak dikenali dnegan pandangan pelik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;) Lambat sangat nak berbaik-baik dengan orang tak sejantina..mungkin ambil masa &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;setahun (except for certain people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;) Sangat suka bising2 n kepoh2 dengan all girls..I love my girlfriends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;) Sangat suka berprasangka dengan guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;Well...itu yang aku dapat kesan dari sikap aku. Semuanya tak bagus..dan tak perlu diamalkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;But then, I&#39;m trying my best to the fullest..Ubah kepada yang lebih baik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;api aku hope aku takkan ubah sikap aku terhadap lelaki..sebab mungkin itu jela yang dapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;lindung aku dari benda2 tak elok..sebab tu aku hanya baik cepat dengan guys yang aku rase  ok. Adela dalam beberapa orang seumur hidup aku nih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;an dalam beberapa orang ni, aku sangat appreciate someone ni for being in my life..Aku kenal since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;aku darjah 3 (if I&#39;m not mistaken)..sampai sekarang dia still berkawan dengan aku walaupun, aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;sangat2la selalu kurang ajar sedikit dengan dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; once asked me if I&#39;m willing to be his &#39;girl. And I said , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry. Aku tak nak join club couple&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd then he replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;Bukan kelab tu la..Ni kelab forever in my lifetime&quot; (something like thatla..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hanks, but aku memang taknak, itu jawapan aku pada dia... I love him as my friends. Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;more than a friend, but it will never reach special state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;Disebabkan rasa tak puas hati, aku di asak dengan bermacam macam soalan tentang kenapa aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;tak nak. Ridiculousla...dah aku tak nak,takyahla paksa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut then, aku try jawab sebaik mungkin. Mungkin hati aku tak terbuka lagi..commitment laen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;masih banyak menunggu untuk mendapatkan perhatian aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;angan menafikan wahai orang-orang yang bercouple, yang couple sedikit sebanyak akan buat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;kita jadi leka..bohonglah kalau kita tak ingatkan si dia langsung dalam sehari kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;i sini aku menjawab persoalan dia pada aku. Aku takut terleka dan lupa pada kerja laen yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;memerlukan perhatian aku..Aku orang yang sangat2 suka cari hiburan dengan cara tersendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;Kadang2 benda tu biase saje,tapi pada aku,benda tu sangat best..Depends pada diri masing2la kn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;Jadi, kalau aku ade pakwe...hilanglah semua hiburan aku selama ni..Mana aku nak letak hiburan aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;parents aku, siblings aku, kucen2 aku....point is, diorang semua tu sangat2 memerlukan kasih sayang aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;Aku tak naka bazirkan untuk orang luar yang sah2 xde hubungan halal dengan aku and tak membantu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;aku dalam mencari bekal di akhirnya nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;u apa yang ada dalam fikiran aku..Mungkin satu hari aku akan join that club..Tapi aku harap club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;ni datang cari aku untuk buat pendaftaran sebagai ahli tetap..dan yuran pendaftran semuanya ditanggung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;oleh &#39;lelaki&#39; tu...dan die kena buat satu majlis &#39;akad&#39; untuk mengesahkan keahlian aku..Amin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;oga setiap perlakuan dan fikiranku dirahmati Allah s.w.t kerana aku tahu,bukan mudah untuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;autiful,isn&#39;t it? My cousin from Australia tagged me in this photo..There&#39;s more,but I love this 1 a lot because it&#39;s purple. And I love purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;oking at all the beautiful things make me realize and grateful. How lucky we are for living in this world. A world full with beauty and love. And also,not to forget, Allah&#39;s bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n&#39;t you feel lucky? I am. Thanks to Allah for letting me live for 20 years And giving me all the peoples around me. Sometimes, when the feeling of sorrow and regret come to me, I&#39;ll quickly thinks of other things that I love. Exploring the reason behind all that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ying all this stuff make me recall of the things that recently give a shock to me. The IFF(Islamic Festival Fashion).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;rst of all,is there in islam, a fashion show?And an addition to it,muslimah fashion show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh...what a thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; we know what is the real meaning of aurat for woman? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Hendaklah mereka menutupkan kain tudung ke dada mereka&lt;/em&gt;” [ An-Nur (24):31]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it! Cover your chest. Jangan ingat kita tidak mengutip sama dosa bila lelaki teruja melihat kita. Sila bahagi dua dosa tersebut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre; &quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; IFF,what I&#39;ve seen is attraction. Hijab that didn&#39;t cover your breast. Cloth that show your bodyline. Is that&#39;s the meaning of Islam in yourself. It&#39;s a shame. And it&#39;s sad to actually see it yourself how naive people nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; friends, didn&#39;t this touch your heart? I am touched. Looking at how world evolve around me and counting days to the end, it&#39;s making me scared. Scare of what will happen to us and what if Allah pay it to us while we&#39;re on this world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;    style=&quot;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;    style=&quot;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;    style=&quot;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4804583208496731953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/4804583208496731953?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/4804583208496731953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/4804583208496731953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/10/world.html' title='~World~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dni8Eabwt5zrnd1ZB7sQT6rqGpaqwJkrYWrDmzr9mMKWTAQAzkZYsrDiLEhrJjmETjy6I4JMNy_jky9Ojm8A6L1bPzBIKvEy7BafP3HHNl8wLq_WTk0yYlnLLXWEQlMqjwux9uixiR8/s72-c/69490_1450325022608_1367714098_31147989_7429036_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-9004139458553574995</id><published>2010-10-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:43:29.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Studying~</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m currently studying ENT600 (Entrepreneurship)...well,not one of my favourite subject, but then I have to endure it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;en I start reading it, I found it interesting.Emm..a bit. There&#39;s no point for me to read it if I don&#39;t like them,right? That way, I will easily understand it and remember them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;eryone&#39;s sleep already. I got to get up for a while coz I&#39;ve been sleeping for 4 hours. Pay up time Afiqah! Open your eyes widely and Study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y Allah&#39;s always be with me and bless me for everything I did is always for HIM..don&#39;t let me drift away from the truth..Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;rrently studying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;245AM-Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/9004139458553574995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/9004139458553574995?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/9004139458553574995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/9004139458553574995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/10/studying.html' title='~Studying~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-6828131988751408137</id><published>2010-10-17T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T05:42:36.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~My Smart Watch~</title><content type='html'>I have a smart watch. How smart it is?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell...who knows..Actually,my group have to create something new. And this is our product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;MART WATCH. A watch that can read heart beat, calorie consumption and read your body temperature. Is it smart? Yes,it is! If it is for a small wrist watch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the problem now is...we are not an engine student. Not even a technician or maybe an inventor. We are a STATISTIC student. And with Allah&#39;s blessing, Insyaallah we can be a Statistician..Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the day for us to present out beloved watch..It&#39;s hard!!!! It&#39;s unrealistic!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t&#39;s CRAZY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ow come we can invent something that is clearly as crystal, not related to what we learn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&#39;s a learning process.Yeah.....learning process...bla,bla,bla....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;y and why can&#39;t I accept all this with an open heart? I guess..mine is not even half pure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing right now is, I need to concentrate and finish the report of this smart watch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Allah....give strength to me...Amin..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6828131988751408137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/6828131988751408137?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6828131988751408137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6828131988751408137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-smart-watch.html' title='~My Smart Watch~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-337833109240045188</id><published>2010-10-10T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:13:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Saya ada kawan atau tak?~</title><content type='html'>Saya ada kawan....Saya tiada kawan..&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mula-mula saya ada kawan. Tapi sekarang tiada lagi. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that friend of mine, yang all this while I thought was my friend, suddenly throw me away. She doesn&#39;t want me anymore..=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story begin from our first day schooling after raya. Tanpa punca yang dapat dikenalpasti, kawan saya ni tiba-tiba saja memencilkan diri. Memanglah, selama ini pun, dia memang suka menjauh. Tapi kali ini berbeza. Jauh berbeza. Dia memulaukan diri, tidak bercakap, tidak makan, tidak join langsung sebarang aktiviti di luar mahupun di dalam rumah sewa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mengapa ya? Hmm...kami sendiri yang berada dalam situasi ini pun masih tertanya-tanya. Kalaulah ada sesiapa yang dapat memberi jawapan munasabah pada saya, pasti itu pun sudah cukup melegakan perasaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanya Allah saja yang tahu perasaan kami semua bila dilayan sebegitu rupa tanpa sebab yang pasti. Hanya Allah jugalah yang tahu perasaan kami bila dia mem&#39;block&#39; kami semua dari dalam FB nya. Terasa seperti ditikam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagaimana mungkin dia bertindak seperti itu pada kami yang setia di sisinya sejak 2 tahun lepas? Sedikit pun tiada berbekaskah di hatinya tentang kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang apa yang saya lihat, dia cuma hidup bersama buku-bukunya, keluarganya, dan boyfriendnya..Wow,quite amazing for me..For those who had a couple, beware! Don&#39;t leave your friend alone when you got a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang apa yang saya lihat adalah, dirinya yang kelihatan sepi di celahan ramai. Nasib baiklah, ada seorang kawan kami ni yang lurus2 alang sikit. Jadi, hatinya baik sedikit berbanding kami kerana dia lambat pick up keadaan. But surely, saya dan beberapa kawan lain dah tak dapat menerima semua ni lagi. Terasa diperkotak-katikkan bila dia buat kami macam tunggul. Soalan tak berjawab dan lebih dahsyatnya, dia buat tuli. Memang bukan manusialah kalau tak terasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this, resulting in....&#39;saya tiada kawan&#39;...dulu &#39;saya ada kawan&#39;, tapi sekarang, kawan itu sudah tiada. Prinsip &#39;kawan sampai ke mati&#39;, saya tolak jauh-jauh ke tepi. Kerana saya pasti, dia bukan kawan yang akan ingat saya sampai ke mati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin, ada juga salah dari saya. Tapi itu bukan ini penyelesaiannya. Dulu pun saya ada bermasam muka dengan dia, tapi saya rendahkan ego pergi memohon maaf. Tapi apa yang saya dapat? Dia tulikan telinga, butakan pandangan. Seolah-olah saya sedang bercakap dengan dinding. Kalau saya boleh, mengapa dia tidak? oohh...saya lupa...dia tak pernah mengaku salah..ap ayang dirasakannya betul, maka itulah yang paling betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, goodbye yer NSS...=)..with all my heart, I&#39;m letting you go..go travelling your life without us,but then, don&#39;t come to me when you feel alone in you journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/337833109240045188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/337833109240045188?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/337833109240045188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/337833109240045188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/10/saya-ada-kawan.html' title='~Saya ada kawan atau tak?~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-2757854478242339456</id><published>2010-10-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:26:53.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Your Past~</title><content type='html'>Who can go back to their past? Certainly there&#39;re no one who can do that.&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because what did happened is already fated for us. If we can go back,what is mistakes for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching this sort of movie like 13 going on 30 and 17 really make me scared sometimes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scared for not trying to do my best in every way I can. And when I realize &#39;bout it, it&#39;s already too late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot that everything I do, I have to put all effort in it, so that I won&#39;t regret it later.  Even if I remember this fact, I&#39;d still doing the same thing...Hahaha...word &#39;stupid&#39; sometimes can be best implied on me...knowing but never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now, feeling of regret has fully absorbed in my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret for not doing my bes in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret for not obeying my parents words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret for letting my self get troubled into couple&#39;s love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I regret for not being a good Muslim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly...I can&#39;t reverse all this back...Yeah...a BIIGGGG LOST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can go back to the past, I&#39;ll surely repair all the things that I regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to look for all of this in a positive way. Well, if I doing well in everything, I must be the most perfect person right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here&#39;s the use of regret come. Regret makes us think and trying to be a better one. That&#39;s one in it. Instead of becoming a better one, I also can learn many things in the process..and from the big lost I&#39;ve made in the past, I can get a doubled more better results in  it..Isn&#39;t it good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this, I realize something..Everything that Allah has fated for us, there are goods in it. Surely! It is just us who need to realize and seek for the answer by ourself..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2757854478242339456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/2757854478242339456?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/2757854478242339456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/2757854478242339456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-past.html' title='~Your Past~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-832166688745394607</id><published>2010-08-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:10:40.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~When I&#39;m no Longer needed~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Did you ever felt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A lonely feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;such as you&#39;re not needed anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;such as you&#39;re an outsider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;such as you&#39;re not even in the memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Did you ever felt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Really really felt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It is as you&#39;re like a pick up truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A pick up truck that saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot; &lt;i&gt;I&#39;m here. If you need me,just call me and I&#39;ll be there&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Is that all I can be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What a useless friend I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What a sad friends I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What a pity self of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Worthless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This feeling of sadness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Can&#39;t be healed just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Even the magical word &#39;sorry&#39;,is useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;In fact,  maybe I&#39;m the one who should apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For being an intruder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For being oversensitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For being caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and for being busybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I mistakenly thought that I am the best friends ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Heh, but that&#39;s a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Waking up from dreaming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I will face the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The reality of what I am worth for..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/832166688745394607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/832166688745394607?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/832166688745394607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/832166688745394607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-im-no-longer-needed.html' title='~When I&#39;m no Longer needed~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-6325596737607508895</id><published>2010-08-21T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:37:12.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Pernah baca novel?~</title><content type='html'>Pernah baca novel?  Kalau pernah, novel apa yang paling best?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;etiap orang pasti ada novel yang sangat-sangat dia minat kan? If you ask me, then the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;answer is &#39;too many&#39;....yup! Too many...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first novel that I&#39;ve read was something sound like &#39;Akademi&#39;...story about teenagers &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;life in an academy..It&#39;s not soo...best...just a memory of my first novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then,what&#39;s next? Hmm....Kau Yang Satu. Borrowed from my friend. Well, quiet &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;interesting I &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;guess (for teenagers around my age). Kalau someone ask me now, I&#39;ll not said &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it&#39;s the best. Because I&#39;ve found other books that catch my breath.Hmm...more or less.hihi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then,what&#39;s next...Emm..I started to collect novels and comics..All kind of novel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Put aside lovey dovey punyer novel...My first novel out of love genre is &#39;Lambaian &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Huda&#39;...good reading. It&#39;s about a GRO that&#39;s trying to repent. The things that make it more &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;touching is its ending. Sad ending. Even so, as a reader, its still acceptable. Sebab dia dah &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bertaubat dan berubah sebelum pergi menemui penciptaNya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kalau berbicara dari sudut cerita thriller plak...I love to read Ramlee Awang Murshid &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;punyer novel. He&#39;s good in making me puzzled and in the same time, geram. Well, for me, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if the books implement so much feeling in me,then, its a worth for reading. But, lately ni, I &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like to read the novels written by Lynn Dayana jugak. It&#39;s not thriller but its a bit puzzling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmm.....then,we&#39;re going to the english novels site...huhee...I really really love The Twilight &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saga. Maybe it&#39;s because the storyline or maybe I like something a bit fantasy....the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;first &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;novel I read is Liar Liar Liar...a ghostbumps story..simple and easygoing..not so scary &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more to &#39;what the...&#39; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In conclusionnyer, I think novels is a good thing to read and in the other site,  it has its &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;own  bad influences...haha...such as &#39;daydreaming&#39; and &#39;lovey dovey fantasy&#39;....I love to read &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;novels, but I go through with it,not get into it...there&#39;s a different between those two you &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know.. When I go through, I study each characters and laugh at them. While get into it &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;means, I take them into my dream and start to admiring the story...huh! stupid things to be &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then, bacalah novel and learn what&#39;s reality and what cannot be a REALITY..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6325596737607508895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/6325596737607508895?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6325596737607508895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6325596737607508895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/08/pernah-baca-novel.html' title='~Pernah baca novel?~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-6445011705293271247</id><published>2010-08-21T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:46:41.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Cinta apakah ini?~</title><content type='html'>Human is created with one special things...that is &#39;feeling&#39;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is it that special? Special in our own way or special on its own way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &#39;feeling&#39;, we developed love. From &#39;feeling&#39;, we burst out tears. And from &#39;feeling&#39;, we hate others..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove yang developed towards opposite sex, is it true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dari kecil lagi, kita jatuh cinta tanpa henti...malah sebelum kelahiran kita ke dunia lagi, kita sudah jatuh cinta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cinta pada Allah s.w.t....Cinta yang satu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kemudian bila lahirnya kita ke dunia, perasaan cinta bercambah untuk kali keduanya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cinta pada Ibu dan Bapa...yang kemudiannya membuahkan rasa cinta pada adik beradik &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yang lainnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan kini setelah dewasa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jatuh cinta lagi. Perasaan cinta berbuah kembali?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pada siapa? Kalau pada &#39;Si dia&#39; yang ditetapkan Allah s.w.t untuk menemani hidup kita, maka itu adalah kebahagiaan yang akan di bawa sehingga ke akhirat.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bagaimana jika itu bukan yang ditakdirkan untuk diri ini? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bagaimana jika cinta yang terzahir di hati cuma bisikan halus sang penghasut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bagaimana jika cinta yang terlahir itu bisa membawaku jauh dari pintu keredhaan-Nya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adakah aku akan segera sedar dan kembali ke pangkal jalan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau benar aku adalah manusia seperti ini, aku panjatkan doa. Setulus hati khas meminta supaya cintaku dikembalikan kepada-Nya. Meminta supaya cinta yang kusemai menjadi taman bebunga ini berupaya untuk menarik seorang penjaga yang akan memimpinku menuju ke jalan Ilahi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6445011705293271247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/6445011705293271247?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6445011705293271247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6445011705293271247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/08/human-is-created-with-one-special.html' title='~Cinta apakah ini?~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-3449417570746949496</id><published>2010-08-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:32:57.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who&#39;s killing the &#39;mood&#39;?</title><content type='html'>Did I kill the &#39;&lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt;&#39;? I don&#39;t think so...It&#39;s just that &#39;mood&#39; really loves to fly away from me. Especially the &#39;&lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt;&#39; that&#39;s named &lt;i&gt;HAPPY&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I went to city campus unarmed. Thinking that everything going to went well. But, as usual, all my dreams turn upside down. Things just happen you know...such as, getting scold by lecturer, assignment++ and tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all that mentioned above, sent away my &lt;i&gt;HAPPY. &lt;/i&gt;And the bad news flew down to my leg. The &#39;&lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt;&#39; who&#39;s named &lt;i&gt;FRUSTRATED&lt;/i&gt; came over to make friend with me..There you go...my good mood was replaced by the bad mood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...my question is,who&#39;s at fault in making this exchange mood behavior?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it the lecturer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it the assignment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or...is it me who cannot control my mind in handling my &#39;&lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt;&#39;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3449417570746949496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/3449417570746949496?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/3449417570746949496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/3449417570746949496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-killing-mood.html' title='Who&#39;s killing the &#39;mood&#39;?'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-1946118965896094884</id><published>2010-08-08T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:21:19.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Talking at d Back~</title><content type='html'>Bercakap di belakang.....itu topiknya.    
One of my friend said &#39; geramnya kat orang yang kutuk belakang , tapi depan kita baiknya pulak&#39;..hmm...for me,easy thingkingla...semua manusia memang macam ni.  Even me myself. BUT...the important thing is,regret it n seek apology..pergi minta maaf untuk setiap butir bicara tu...Easy said than done kn? Yup! Even aku sendiri pun sangat-sangatlah liat untuk mengakui kesilapan diri..   
Hakikatnya, aku tak mengutuk,cuma sesekali perasaan tidak puas hati terbit juga mencapai hati. Dan bilamana rasa itu menyentuh, bibir secara automatiknya berkata-kata.  

Dan bila ditimbang tara tentang apa yang sudah terlepas bicara, mulalah rasa daging-daging manusia tercicip di lidah. Saat itu....panas api neraka terasa membahang dalam diri. Barulah mahu pergi meminta maaf...Kalau aku duduk di situasi ini, aku akan pergi meminta maaf generally...Generally minta maaf ni, lebih kurangnya macam declare kat dia   &#39;Aku minta maaf kalau ada buat salah papae kat kau. Kot la terkutuk belakang ker...tersakitkan hati ker...and etc..&#39;                   

Jadi..the conclusion is,berhati-hati setiap kali hendak melepaskan kata atau melakukan sesuatu...Ini peringatan untuk diriku sendiri yang sangat mudah meluncur kata, melafaz janji dan mengungkap maaf...    Kita semua sangat maklum bahawa kata &#39;maaf&#39; tidak akan selama-lamanya valid..&#39;Maaf&#39; tetap ada expired date nya yang tersendiri..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1946118965896094884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/1946118965896094884?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1946118965896094884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1946118965896094884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/08/talking-at-d-back.html' title='~Talking at d Back~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-1157421141904458626</id><published>2010-07-30T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:43:55.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~My Very Very Precious Time~</title><content type='html'>My very very precious time is getting dragged away....and still...I didn&#39;t even try to pull it back.  

I called it &#39;precious time&#39; but I mistreat it. I ignore it, kick it away and the worst ever is I regret it after a while.  Only a while! Oh God...This shows how weak I am for knowing but no actions taken.    I know how important my time is and still, I just sat silently looking at my starting-to-compile-assignment.  Ha ha ha....stupid me!   

And the &#39;stupid&#39; me should just be thrown to the dustbin!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1157421141904458626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/1157421141904458626?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1157421141904458626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1157421141904458626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-very-very-precious-time.html' title='~My Very Very Precious Time~'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-1829190224775578283</id><published>2010-07-30T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:52:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Tahu</title><content type='html'>Aku tak tahu apa yang difikirkannya.  

Setiap kali dia berbuat sesuatu, aku akan teliti dan menilik. Apa yang sedang berada di dalam fikirannya.

Sikapnya adalah seperti yang aku lihat sejak dulu.  Tiada apa yang berubah. 

Tapi mengapa ya? Mengapa dia ada kalanya bersikap sepertinya aku tidak pernah mengenali dia. 

Perlakuannya membuat aku twisted. Twisted personality or what? Itu tak termasuk lagi kalau aku katakan double standard. Bercakap &#39;begini&#39; di sini, tetapi di lain hari jadi &#39;begitu&#39;.   

Haa....lucu dan rasa semakin keliru. Dia ini bagaimana sebenarnya?  Tak tahulah...        

Apa lagi yang membuat aku keliru?  

Hmm.....di luarannya, aku nampak seperti sangat sangatlah low....tapi bila melihat appearancenyer...dan juga kemelatahannya di waktu-waktu tertentu, kerutan di keningku jadi semakin berlurah.  Isyh3.....apa sebenarnya dia ini?   

Semestinya manusia, tapi aku tidka kenal dengannya..dan yang lebih menakutkan,  sudah lama kenal, tetapi tak tahu pun dia ini sebenarnya bagaimana....    

Pengakhirannya, aku cuma melihat dan meneliti, apa yang perlu aku tahu tentang dia.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1829190224775578283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/1829190224775578283?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1829190224775578283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1829190224775578283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/07/tak-tahu.html' title='Tak Tahu'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-1802645871827844973</id><published>2010-07-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:44:51.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Masih Di Sini</title><content type='html'>Aku masih di sini. Di takuk lama. Ada sedikit perubahan barangkali. 
Tetapi adakah mereka semua melihatnya? Adakah mereka menyukainya atau mencemuh?          

Hmm....rasanya aku ada membuat perubahan.  Jika perubahan ke arah yang bagus, Alhamdulillah....... Kalau vice versa? Oh...aku sangat2 meminta dijauhkan.                 

Hari ini aku sedar tentang sesuatu.  Aku masih lagi terasa takut akan perkara silam.      Aku masih lagi tidak berubah kerana kalau betul aku sudah berubah, aku pasti mampu berhadapan sekali lagi dengan masa silamku tanpa rasa gugah atau gentar.                  

Persoalannya berulang lagi di sini. Am I changing to a better one?  If yes, then why did I took a step back when I faced with the past?                               

Guess...I&#39;m no better... No hard-core resistance in the outside....                      

It&#39;s freaking me out thinking that my &#39;past&#39; is laughing at me! Such a loser!   
Weak! Coward!   Is that all I can get from 9 years parting apart from them?!             

Urghhh!!!!!It&#39;s frustating! Bila memikirkan aku yang ada masih sama, perasaan jadi semakin rapuh dan terasa susah.                                                                      

Kalaulah aku boleh.......Kalaulah aku mampu.....Semuanya hanya kalau...                               

&#39;Kalau&#39; memang ayat pembunuh. Hanya dengan sepotong ayat itu saja, akidah sudah boleh terpesong. Scary rite?      

Maybe one day aku boleh accept......deeply....everything that&#39;s happened, must bring their own reason and values. If only I can catch the &#39;reason&#39; and &#39;values&#39; earlier,maybe all this coward and weakness things wouldn&#39;t occur at d 1st place....      

Again...... I repeat the word &#39;IF&#39;...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1802645871827844973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/1802645871827844973?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1802645871827844973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1802645871827844973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/07/aku-masih-di-sini.html' title='Aku Masih Di Sini'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-3728584789676627012</id><published>2010-06-13T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:30:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syukur ke hadrat Ilahi</title><content type='html'>Result for this sem da kuar..
Syukur sangat2 atas apa yang aku perolehi.
Bukannya terlalu bergembira tetapi sekadar untuk menzahirkan rasa hati.
Terasa diri sangat bertuah bilama aku masih di landasan yang betul.

Jika mengikut apa yang aku laburkan untuk sem ini, terasa tidak percaya dengan hasilnya.
Kurang berusaha membuat aku tertanya tanya. Mungkinkah ini cuma belas dari Allah sahaja?
Aku semat di dalam dada, ini adalah amaran supaya aku &#39;sedar&#39; di tangga mana aku berdiri sebelum aku alpa dengan lebih jauh lagi.

Jadi, di sini, aku sekali lagi bertekad untuk berusaha lebih dari sebelumnya.
Aku sama sekali jadi takut jika benar ini cuma &#39;hadiah&#39; dari Allah sebelum aku menerima baasan untuk sikapku yang alpa dan bermain-main selalu.

Tapi, hati tetap terasa sedih melihat ada sahabat yang turun sedikit. Malahan ada yang tergelincir terus dari perangkaan yang sepatutnya. Satu saja yang mampu aku titpkan. Doa dan kata-kata semangat. Diharapkan itu sudah cukup membantu mereka yang dalam kekecewaan. 

Untuk segala yang telah aku kecapi sehingga kini, sebutir ucapan khusus ku ucapkan kepada-NYA...ALHAMDULILLAH....terima kasih Ya Allah atas segala kenikmatan yang telah aku nikmati sepanjang hidupku. 

Walaupun di celahan setiap cebisan nikmat itu terselit pelbagai ujian, aku tetap berusaha mempositifkan diri dengan bersabar dan cuba mencari di mana titik awal punca semuanya terjadi. Aku pasti, setiap apa yang terjadi ada hikmah dan sebab musababnya. Tetap, aku bersyukur. Dan MAHA BESAR ALLAH s.w.t kerana dia sentiasa memerhatikan kami semua dan tiada secebis pun tingkah yang tertinggal untuk ditatap.

Wassalam..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/3728584789676627012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/3728584789676627012?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/3728584789676627012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/3728584789676627012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/06/syukur-ke-hadrat-ilahi.html' title='Syukur ke hadrat Ilahi'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-6551741767906579717</id><published>2010-04-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:31:55.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s me!</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m taking my life seriously.

That&#39;s why I am what I am right now.

Hidup ini singkat. Sekejapan cuma, aku sudah mencapai 21 tahun.
Terasa baru semalam aku berlari di kaki bukit Port Dickson dan baru kelmarin aku merenung Sungai Petani di kejauhan.

Indah,segala-galanya memang indah. Bilamana aku berdiri di kaki Gunung Jerai, Kedah kelihatan kecil di pandanganku. Pulau Bandung yang cuma terlihat dari tepi, dapat aku capai dalam genggaman dari kejauhan.

Disebabkan semua ini,aku dapat melihat. Melihat di bumi mana sedang aku berpijak. Melihat kedudukanku di kalangan semua umat manusia.

Baru aku sedar tentang sesuatu. aku cuma mempunyai masa untuk diriku dan mereka disekitarnya sahaja. keluarga,kawan-kawan, dan diriku sendiri.

Itu sahaja masa yang ada. APa yang perlu aku lakukan adalah, kerjakan apa yang wajib. itu yang pertamanya. Kemudian, menjayakan apa yang telah aku janjikan.Dan yang terakhirnya, memandang ke hadapan.

Masa yang ada sangat terhad. jadi apa perlunya berlibur di merata-rata tempat tanpa mengetahui apa yang akan aku perolehi dengannya?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/6551741767906579717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/6551741767906579717?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6551741767906579717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/6551741767906579717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-me.html' title='That&#39;s me!'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-1518987305796362569</id><published>2010-04-17T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:32:14.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keluarga Keutamaanku</title><content type='html'>Keluargaku Kebahagiaanku.
Bukankah begitu yang sepatutnya.

Tapi mengapa ada kala,kebhagiaan itu datang dan pergi?

Rasa sedih datang bertimpa bila mengenangkan emak tersayang,ayah terhebat,kakak tercinta,abang terunggul dan adikku yang menyinar.

Di mana silapnya dengan percaturan yang terjadi.
Berusaha untuk sesuatu yang lebih baik,itu telah aku lakukan.

Mencari di mana kesilapan silam, juga telah aku pahatkan. Jadi,di mana lagi kepincangannya?!

Hati yang terletak dalam ini,pilu melihat titik-titik air mata kerana keluarga ini.
Titisan yang z</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/1518987305796362569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/1518987305796362569?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1518987305796362569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1518987305796362569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/04/keluarga-keutamaanku.html' title='Keluarga Keutamaanku'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-4142533068509440352</id><published>2010-04-10T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:32:47.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Edition</title><content type='html'>Bilamana kita melihat dunia sebagai manusia,
baru kesedaran datang menerpa.

Aku juga begitu. Adakala hidup sebagai hamba-Nya dan adakalanya aku hidup sebagai manusia. Sekosong-kosong manusia.
Itu kebenarannya tentang aku, dan mungkin juga segelintir di luar sana.

Acapkali aku hanyut, dan acapkali juga aku menyesalinya.
Tetapi apa yang melucukan, aku ulang,ulang dan ulang perkara yang sama.
Apa yang ditegah,itu yang kucinta.
Dan apa yang perlu kucinta, aku gagal mengesannya.

Sedih terasa hadir bila melihat dan merenung diri sendiri.
Kasihan melihat diri sendiri yang serba kepincangan dari segala keperluan.
Tapi, apakan daya.....
Kelemahan yang ada terasa masih kuat menguasai berbanding rasa ingin berubah.
Ya, aku tahu. Apa yang penting adalah azam dan kecekalan. Semuanya mudah terluncur dari minda dan terzahir di bibir saja. Untuk mempraktkikannya pula bagaimana?
Perlu diajarkah? Atau perlu di cari? Ataupun mungkinkah aku akan belajar sendiri selari dengan arus masa?

Susah benar rasanya hidup ini bila diimbau, ditimbang dan ditarakan segala-galanya.
Mencari yang di dunia, akhirat tercicir. Bila cuba mengendong kedua-duanya,mulalah terasa berat lantas meremukkan tulang-temulang di bahu. 

Berat. Memang benar segala-galanya berat. Itulah seberat-berat amanat yang diletakkan di bahu manusia. Tampak ringan,tetapi....

Tak perlulah rasanya untuk disambung. Mata siapa yang memandang,maka dialah yang sendiri perlu menilai. Pandangan seseorang itu subjektif. Itu memang fitrah manusia. Setiap tingkah dan buah fikiran, subjektif belaka. 

Makanya,gunalah akal fikiran sebaik-baik penggunaannya.AKu sendiri juga sebenarnya dalam pencarian. Mencari di mana kebenaran, dan mengkaji di mana kesilapan. Kalau ketemu dalam genggaman, nescaya aku akan membaling yang silap dan kusisip kemas kebenarannya.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/4142533068509440352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/4142533068509440352?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/4142533068509440352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/4142533068509440352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/04/limited-edition.html' title='Limited Edition'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-2007289216684102662</id><published>2010-04-08T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:32:58.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bilamana kita melihat dunia sebagai manusia,
baru kesedaran datang menerpa.

Aku juga begitu. Adakala hidup sebagai hamba-Nya dan adakalanya aku hidup sebagai manusia. Sekosong-kosong manusia.
Itu kebenarannya tentang aku, dan mungkin juga segelintir di luar sana.

Acapkali aku hanyut, dan acapkali juga aku menyesalinya.
Tetapi apa yang melucukan, aku ulang,ulang dan ulang perkara yang sama.
Apa yang ditegah,itu yang kucinta.
Dan apa yang perlu kucinta, aku gagal mengesannya.

Sedih terasa hadir bila melihat dan merenung diri sendiri.
Kasihan melihat diri sendiri yang serba kepincangan dari segala keperluan.
Tapi, apakan daya.....
Kelemahan yang ada terasa masih kuat menguasai berbanding rasa ingin berubah.
Ya, aku tahu. Apa yang penting adalah azam dan kecekalan. Semuanya mudah terluncur dari minda dan terzahir di bibir saja. Untuk mempraktkikannya pula bagaimana?
Perlu diajarkah? Atau perlu di cari? Ataupun mungkinkah aku akan belajar sendiri selari dengan arus masa?

Susah benar rasanya hidup ini bila diimbau, ditimbang dan ditarakan segala-galanya.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/feeds/2007289216684102662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8723172011542587113/2007289216684102662?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/2007289216684102662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/2007289216684102662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/04/bilamana-kita-melihat-dunia-sebagai.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-1254592026226022780</id><published>2010-04-08T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:02:11.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same thing, Same story</title><content type='html'>Same thing, same story
Perkara yang sama, cerita yang sama

Saban hari berjalan ke kelas, perkara yang sama akan terjadi.
Mak cik &#39;rock&#39; saban hari tidak jemu-jemu mengucapkan &#39;selamat pagi&#39; pada aku.
Dan hari ini, kelainannya wujud.
&#39;Selamat petang&#39;.Di situ, aku sudah dapat melihat same thing, but not the same story.

Berjalan di sebelah rumah bujang teruna, selalunya sepi.
Tetapi semalam, seseorang memberi salam.Hmm....same thing,but not the same story again.

Selalunya, aku sangat-sangat mudah meletup bila masalah melanda saat tempoh diberi hampir tamat.
Tetapi, hari ini amarah itu datang seketika cuma. Gegasan mengambil wudhuk berjaya menyelamatkan suasana. Dan berkat sedikit doa-doa, masalah dengan mudahnya, selesai...
Same thing, but then, not the same story happened.
Alhamdulillah...segala puji bagi Allah..

Apa yang terbaik adalah,perkara yang sama, tetapi ceritanya berbeza.
Masalah yang sama, tetapi cara penyelesaiannya berbeza.
Pandangan yang sama, tetapi tanggapannya berbeza.
Senyuman yang sama, tetapi apa yang tersirat berbeza.
Diriku yang sama, tetapi apa yang terkandung di dalam...sudah berbeza...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1254592026226022780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8723172011542587113/posts/default/1254592026226022780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metodplay.blogspot.com/2010/04/same-thing-same-story.html' title='Same thing, Same story'/><author><name>Nurul Afiqah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861625659788595414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wfEZIYQ-GQs/SqRrjWJdoII/AAAAAAAAAE4/CUS0kYjBozw/S220/10062009(012).jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723172011542587113.post-2455222789314362921</id><published>2010-04-06T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:01:39.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan Bahagia</title><content type='html'>Bukan Intan Permata
Bukan paras rupa
Pandangan Tuhan pada Manusia

Beriman dan bertaqwa
Berakhlak mulia
di sisi Tuhan itu yang utama

Siapa yang berbakti dengan ketabahan
Sabar menempuh ketentuan Tuhan
Baginya syafaat dunia akhirat
Kurnia Tuhan tidak terkira

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Bila melihat lirik lagu sebegini, baru terasa kebenarannya menusuk ke jiwa
Aku salute diorang yang mencipta lagu jalan bahagia.

Masalahnya adalah, manusia di dunia sekarang tidak lagi melihat &#39;jalan bahagia&#39; ini.
Mereka lebih mengejar kebahagiaan yang berasaskan wang dan kekayaan.
Kalaulah aku seperti mereka...Nauzubillah....minta dijauhkan..

Aku bersyukur dilahirkan di dalam keluargaku  ini. 
Yang tidak kaya, jauh sekali meneraskan kebahagiaan keluarga pada wang semata-mata.
Kami dikelilingi kesedaran dan kurniaan Allah setimpal dengan apa yang kami lakukan.
Walau bagaimanapun kepincangan yang terdapat di dalam keluarga ini, aku tetap menyatakan keluargaku adalah yang terbaik. setiap apa yang ada,harus kami semua mensyukurinya.

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Di dalam perjalanan hidup di dunia
Tiada lepas dari pancaroba
Kita yang diciptakan dengan kelemahan
Perlukan petunjuk bantuan Tuhan

Tiada yang kuasa melainkan DIA
Mentakdir menetukan segalanya
Supaya selamat dunia akhirat
Teguh pada amal ibadat

Oh Tuhan yang Esa
Padamu kami panjatkan doa
Moga dipeliharakan ditetapkan iman
Dunia ini penuh cabaran

Oh Tuhan yang Esa
Untuk-Mu kami tempuh segala
Pandanglah dengan rahmat-Mu
Pandanglah dengan kasih-Mu
Pimpinlah kami ke jalan bahagia
Selamanya..

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Setiap ujian yang datang, aku cuba lepasi dengan cara yang paling berhikmah.
Tapi acapkali, semuanya akan berakhir dengan kepincangan. Kekurangan di mana-mana.
Ini yang terjadi bila aku melakukan sesuatu tanpa fikirkan rasionalitinya. 
Jadi, apa yang perlu aku lakukan?
Balik dan bermuhasabah diri,minta petunjuk dari Allah

Itulah jalan terbaik yang paling mudah dan paling benar di jalan-Nya.
Rasa bahagia sangat bila memikirkan Allah,segala perkara di bawah tadbirannya, dan segala yang diaturkan untukku di dalam hidup ini.

Segala-galanya....setiap satunya....setiap sekecil-kecil zarahnya, ada sebab dan musababnya. Tapi itulah, bila sudah terjumpa kebaikannya, barulah hendak mengeluh dan menyesal. Sifat biasa manusia. sudah sakit baru terngadah. Tak begitu?

Manusia sering lupa, manusia sering alpa, dari segala setiap sesuatu berlaku, Allah adalah rujukan pertama paling penting untuk dicari. Tapi ramainya sekarang, merujuk pada kekasih hati yang kononnya dapat mengubat hati. Kalau pada kawan atau keluarga, masih boleh dipertimbangkan.betapa hebatnya penangan kekasih hati yang melebihi segala-galanya sehinggakan sanggup melanggar batas-batas syariat Allah. Sanggup melangkahkan kaki ke neraka kerana sayangkan manusia yang juga sama seperti diri kita, dicipta Allah dan dipenuhi kelemahan.Nauzubillah...

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