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I remembered MDS. Getting to know everybody. Making new friends and dramas. Then classes started. Learning basic law stuff. Trips to Parliament and Palace of Justice. Studying in PTAR late during study week. Exam hall coldness. Going to eat at DC. Going out. Not to mention the Overnights a few of us have been through. Sharing rooms with strangers later knowing them as friends. Everything about this program was just, mind-blowing. Sure to miss them all. Let's recap back with a few photos shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay here'e the deal. 2011 was a year of learning for me. Usually I'd be so oblivious towards my surrounding. Towards the people I know. I get so upset when people shit talk about me. I've never taken it as a lesson to be learnt. Thus, my 2012 resolution is to ignore shit as long as I'm happy. Why should I listen to hateful things just been created because of jealousy and stupidity? A senior wrote a hate blog about the foundation students. Honestly my reaction is okay, that's her right and she does show a few points that I should take as a lesson. So I commented her using my name cause honestly I'm not afraid to hide who I really am. I point out my thoughts in a manner I would like people to talk to me when I make a mistake. She got my point in a way I had hoped for. Sadly, to see the comments I read by my fellow foundation mates make me feel a little disgusted. They tried to bring me and my friends down, shit talked about us on the blog but sadly were afraid to show who they really are. How is that? Brave enough to shit talk, but not brave to reveal their true identity. But that's okay. That's your choice. Honestly, reading all those hate comments, I laughed so hard. MasyaAllah. I never saw haters as entertainment for me. Hihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;
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There will always be people who hate you, while others may love you. Some can tolerate you while others just can't. Just suck it up people! Just have fun with your life while you still can! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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2011 was a life full of IFs and Why Not. So 2012, I changed it up a bit. Told my parents I wanted to go on a roadtrip with my boyfriend. To my surprise, they said OK without having to negotiate this and that. Just proves their level of trust in me now. I'm overjoyed. :') HAHA. So well I went to Bagan Lalang with my lawmates and boyfriend yesterday. Had a peaceful and relaxing trip. Got to see the beach. Felt a lot of tension lifted of my shoulder. How nature can calm a person down huh? Had ikan bakar at night and managed to return home before 9. Imagine that. A trip worth remembering. Only costs about rm50 each. talk about budget! It sure was! :) I've agreed with my friends to surely do it again! No doubt!&lt;br /&gt;
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So just do what you want to do. Stop putting such petty reasons to stop you from doing it. Live your life to the fullest! Its about time you start enjoying what life has to offer. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having dinner with such a beautiful view of the sunset :')&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Hello Monster! First post of 2012! Woop! Hai.&lt;br /&gt;
Okay today's blogpost is on communication error. Well ya' know misunderstanding? Who hasn't been through a misunderstanding with someone. I am not specifically talking on misunderstanding that occurs in a relationship okay. I'm speaking in general. So that includes misunderstanding between lovers, friends and even family.&lt;br /&gt;
I've learnt over the past few months, that when you have a problem with someone, its always because of misunderstanding or communication error between each other. The worst part is, neither both the parties dare to confront each other about their problems! So instead, we talk bad about one another not really knowing the real story from the party that we're having problems with. Am I right? Don't tell me you've never been through this. I know, most of us have.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So then again, I've come to realize, what are the solution to misunderstandings?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Simple. There's only one way to solve this problem and that is to communicate with each other and clear everything that's been on each other's mind. So simply, walk up to the person you're having problems with and CONFRONT each other. Not through text messages nor Facebook or whatever way of social networking sites. The old fashion face-to-face is always the best. Expressions are better expressed through this method. Talk in a mannerly tone and speak your mind with decent words. Easy right? Case solved!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus, communication is the best solution to misunderstandings! :)&lt;br /&gt;
Later Monsters! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-4607850177233440625?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, 2011 is ending. Lets make the last few hours left worth it! Sorry if any of you have ever felt offended by me or might just hate me for your own personal reasons. I do apologize. Let's greet 2012 with smiles. and dare hope that 2012 will be greater than 2011!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Happy New Year Dear &amp;nbsp;Monsters!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*will update you on my NYE celebration :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-4090987534096538742?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I promised myself to not write mushy gushy blogposts after being heartbroken for ever loving someone too much. But you know what? Who cares! Its my blog isn't it? So YOU, here we GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know its funny when I remember back how we met. I had a crush on you! Ohmy. I never expected from having just a crush would lead us to this now. Your friends, my friends all helped us to get to know each other more. I know you're not used to this, knowing you only had one girlfriend in your life ever and that was during high school and guess what, I was kinda surprised that you even chose me to be YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Toby,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You're not the kind that is a hopeless romantic like of those characters people read in Fairytales. You're not the kind that keeps me clinging to you 24/7. You're not the guy that texts me, calls me every hour just to ask what I was up to. You're not that kind. You're different. So different from the others and surprisingly I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You wanna know what you really mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; You're the one that encourages me to eat. You're the one that listens to my stories. You're the one that bares with my unpredictable mood swings. You're the one I'm not afraid to make silly stupid jokes to. You're the one that gets me all shy everytime you smile to me and waves at me at out faculty. You're the one that told me its okay to move on and to forget the past. You're the one that reminds me I have better friends. You're the one that makes me feel like I'm the ONLY one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See how amazing you really are to me? &amp;nbsp;There are more you know. But for what is worth to be read about by others, is THAT. You have no idea how everyday is a new day for me. It gets better in time when I'm with you. &amp;nbsp;I know this might sound kinda cliche', but you're amazing and I'm so sorry if I never told you this. I'm a kid. I cry, I make a huge fuss over the littlest things. I'm clingy, I like to sulk. But behind all these flaws, by the end of the day, you're the one that makes me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're my every reason to stay happy and I wanna keep you. I love you Mohd. Redzuan Hakiim &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday was UiTM's Inter-faculty Sports Day. Yes, as you might have guessed, I participated in one of the events. Which event? SENAMROBIK! Its aerobics with music. You might say its an easy sport to play. Actually its not. Try thinking up steps and having to always move to the music. Its almost like dance, but it isn't which makes it even harder. So yeahh, I choreographed the Law faculty's routine. Sadly we lost to TEKA, but overall, we had fun! Having my friends and boyfriend cheering us on during the performance was just overwhelming. :') Thanks everyone for the support yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Also got to see my man play basketball. Though he lost yesterday, he won today's match earlier in the morning. I've never supported a guy in a sport he was playing. So seeing him play yesterday and seeing him score a basket was just i don't know. It made me speechless. I am a proud girlfriend sitting in the stand! :')&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Though we both sorta lost yesterday, one thing made me smile. It was our 2nd Monthsary. I know it had only been 2 months, but still, its more days even when counted on your fingers isn't it? LOL. But that's all for now. Gonna get ready to see Opah in the hospital! Take care Monsters. Will be writing more soon :) xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-7451235307077198454?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;TADAAAA! Do you dare yourself to take this challenge? Well, I am daring myself to take this challenge. Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;
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Something that scares me? Besides Allah SWT, I have this insecurity problem that I feel everyone is just fake around me. So called friends? Well sometimes I feel I don't have them. I feel like I am alone. That is what I am most afraid of. I am afraid that I find a way to hurt the people around me. I am afraid that I push the people that love me away. I don't know whether it is only me or there are other people in the world that feel the same way too. I don't know who I should trust anymore. I don't know whether the friends I have now are for the long run or just for a certain period. Sometimes I feel like nobody cares. I try to push those feelings away but I fail to do so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, I feel that I might actually die young. Nowadays, if people don't like a person, they'll do anything to hurt that other person. Words are no longer used. People hurt others physically and I am afraid that I might actually be next victim. Life is scary. Can I just sleep till this world becomes less scary?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I am so afraid that people will leave. People no longer could stand me and they just leave. Or maybe without intention, they just go. I cannot imagine myself without the people that matter the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I make too many mistakes in life. They're just uncountable. I make people hate me. They either show it clearly or do it behind my back. I guess I am just that bad of a person. I don't know what to do to make it better. Is there another way to undo everything? Or do I have to live like this the rest of life? Hated. Period.&lt;br /&gt;
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People don't see it, or maybe they do. I am actually afraid by a lot of things. I may look tough on the outside. But I am just as fragile as anything would be. I am a person that lives by 'WHAT IF..'. It honestly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's for now. Encouraging other Bloggers to take this challenge while November hasn't ended yet. All the best :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-6564889953171688207?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Assalamualaikum and very good evening Monsters. Okay for today my topic is about the end of the world or most likely known as 'kiamat'. Everybody knows that it will one day eventually come. But when? We don't know. Based in the Al-Quran, Allah SWT has said that Kiamat will come one day. But He never stated when.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been receiving texts and bbm(s) and what ever not about Kiamat is soon to come. Some say it'll happen in 2012 because of the coincidence of the date of 3rd August 2012 which falls on a Friday of the mid of Ramadan which is one of the clues to when Kiamat will come that has been stated in the Al-Quran. People also send the examples of Kiamat related disasters. Earthquakes and all that. Some others even say that Kiamat is tomorrow because the sky looks weird and tomorrow is a unique date of 11.11.11. Then people send messages of how we have to start changing and do everything to get closer to Allah SWT because the end is near. Astaghfirullahalazim!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not that kind of girl that is considered among the well respected Muslimahs. I've made my mistakes too and I do know I don't really have the right to say what I am saying now. I know where I stand as a Muslim. I know that just because I started wearing the Hijab, it doesn't automatically make me an 'ustazah' or all that. I know, I am still young and I am still learning. But one thing I do know is that Kiamat will happen and to when it will happen? Nauzubillah. Only Allah SWT knows.&lt;br /&gt;
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We as humans, don't know the exact date and we shouldn't be changing or all that just because we are afraid that Kiamat is near. We should be doing that because of Allah SWT! I know some people might be saying, "She's saying this, but her actions? Worst." Let people say. My actions aren't done to be judged by other humans who stand just the same as me. My actions are to be judged by Allah SWT only. I do what I know is right and I try as much as I might to avoid the bad. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes too. But Allah will be the only ONE that I let judge my actions. and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am writing this in hope that you guys could just wake up and stop spreading those texts, broadcast messages of Kiamat and all that. Hoping to scare people. Please, do the things you do because of Allah SWT not because of you're afraid of dying. Repent because Allah SWT. All this nonsense are all just the Syaitan's and the other non-Muslims' actions to bring us further from Allah SWT. I am just saying based on what I know. Take care Monsters. Talk to you guys soon. :) xx&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know what to feel. Though foundation doesn't have a Dean's List, I really did wanted to get 3.5 and above pointer. But I guess with this result, I just gotta accept. It isn't that I failed anything. But I really did hope I did better. Especially my law subjects. I heard a lot of my friends getting above 3.0 and I am so proud of everyone with what they got. Well what is done is done. Just can't be slacking of for next semester. InsyaAllah I'll do better and make my parents proud. :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-9143253057375565383?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say they appreciate what's been given to them. They say, I appreciate everything in life and whatsoever. But how far do they really appreciate? Do they just say it but not know the meaning of it or do they really really appreciate things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting alone on the couch staring blankly into the computer screen. I read my timeline about Kim Kardashian's divorce and how much money she had gone to waste for her oh-so grand fairytale wedding in which only lasted for like 72 days. All those money. Billions and millions of US dollars. Those money that could actually be used to donate to the needy and the poor. Ever thought of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember what my mum used to tell me when I was younger when I was stubborn to eat or when I didn't finish my food. "There are other people in the world that don't get to eat the food you eat" Its true you know what she said. Now when I eat, I'd think twice about finishing my meal. I'd be all, should I finish this though I could almost puke or should I throw it away, but wait, the food that I'm throwing away are food other people are dying to get. Literally DYING to even get a strain of rice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you guys going online, the internet service you get, the computer you're using, ever imagined that others don't get this&amp;nbsp;privilege? The bed you sleep in at night, the tv you watch for entertainments, the playstation and whatever gadgets you get. Ever thought that other people don't even know any thing about it! Doesn't it sound sad to know how others live that way? The school, universities, tutions, colleges and other classes your parents send you to. Yeahh the one that you purposely not attend 'cause you don't like the teacher or whatever. Other people in the world would love to learn, while us? The ones that are blessed to get education, purposely not attend them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine yourself getting license, getting a car. You wanted an Ford Fiesta, but your parents gave you a Myvi, you complain, put on a fit. Atleast you own a car! Others? They couldn't afford it. Be thankful that your parents actually gave you a car to drive around in. &amp;nbsp;Your parents? You neglect them, ignore them, annoy them, hurt them. Some children in the world would die to actually own parents. Us? Sometimes never even appreciate them. How bout health? You're so blessed with good health. Even with a few sickness here and there yet still, you are still able to live don't you? Others? People are dying due to bad health. We with good health sometimes don't appreciate that and choose a way to hurt ourselves. Smoking, doing drugs. Aren't those things only hurting you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying I'm good and I do forget the greatest things in life too. Sometimes I don't appreciate what I got. But what I'm writing here is just an opinion and my thoughts about what's going on in the world now. Its sad, I know. But I guess that's just life, not everything we want we get. And always remember there are always other people less fortunate than us. Be thankful and appreciate what we have now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-2176247705489114184?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because if you love someone that loves you less than how much you love them, then the other half might:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Be annoyed&lt;br /&gt;
2. Feel suffocated&lt;br /&gt;
3. Take advantage over you&lt;br /&gt;
4. Will not appreciate you&lt;br /&gt;
5. Leave&lt;br /&gt;
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You gotta love that person, but also be sure that person love you more than you do and the other person must feel that you love him/her more than he/she does. Confused yet? Good. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;
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In a much more simpler way, you outta love a person equally. Not more, not less. But equally. Love is so confusing. But its great to get confused. Have fun trying to understand what I just wrote and if it does make sense to you then Hi, you're just so awesome and I salute ya! ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello hello! Its been hmm lemme see 6 months almost 7 months actually since I've been wearing my braces. Time flies doesn't it? I have another 1 1/2 years before I can finally remove these painful metals out. Painful? Lol. Only at that time of the month where I go to see my doctor monthly. Want me to tell you the experience of me wearing braces? Well let's see. First appointment I went to see the doctor was to make a mold or model of my teeth. Then I went to KL to do an x-ray of my teeth which then this x-ray was given back to my doctor in Bangi. Then comes the teeth removal. My doctor bused my lower teeth and pulled out my first tooth. It didn't hurt because I was numb. Then the next appointment, she pulled out another tooth at my upper mouth. The last appointment with her, she removed two teeth both above and below. The next appointment I had was a specialized doctor that did braces. He placed the metals on my teeth with this weird tasting glue and told me to wait for the glue to set in. Then he let me choose colours for my braces. I chose purple because Bieber's concert was near that time. LOL. True Belieber. The first week of wearing braces, I mostly ate porridge and eveything soupy and soft. Now each month I saw my doctor, I change colours. The first 3 to 4 days are usually the painful part. Because that's the moment when the doctor removes the older bands with newer bands that pull your teeth. Yes, it is annoying. I usually have really bad mood swings during this period. The pain is just ergghh. But over the 7 months, I realised that the spaces between my teeth where my old teeth were pulled out earlier were closing. Meaning, there is &amp;nbsp;no longer gaps between my teeth. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Now weight? Everybody knows how skinny of a person I really am. I eat a lot, though I don't gain weight so easily. My figure maintains since I was little till now. But during my holidays, I have set a goal weight. I target to achieve my goal weight of 50kg by the time I start my second semester which is in less than a month away. The first 2 weeks of my holiday, I've gained 3kg and now on the 4th week of my holidays, I just gained another 2kg. So my weight now is 48.5kg. Just another 1.5kg to go! A few friends of mine have said to me that I look like I've put on weight. Especially at my cheeks. HAHA. Seriously guys? WOW. This is an accomplishment for me actually and yes I am proud to gain weight! :) Till next time! xx&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Today I'm gonna talk about train rides and other public transportation. Purpose? 'Cause I just got home riding it back. I am not a spoiled little girl. Sometimes I can take public transportation just fine, but there are somethings I just can't stand about them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, what I do like about public transportation is that its easier to travel to places without having to burden other people and without worrying about traffic. Its especially useful for people like me (meaning without license) to go to places. Yeahh I won't deny the good things about public transportation. But well, to every good thing must have some bad things that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cb2WL7DIMYU/TqVDUBKx2RI/AAAAAAAABXQ/vhdh38pBpYY/s1600/49258d1a-b603-4956-a09a-0ea28a2e6f52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cb2WL7DIMYU/TqVDUBKx2RI/AAAAAAAABXQ/vhdh38pBpYY/s320/49258d1a-b603-4956-a09a-0ea28a2e6f52.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing I hate about public transportation, people that smell. I don't mind getting in a crowded train when I have a fever 'cause my nose would probably not be able to smell. I mean like haven't you guys ever heard of deodorant and perfumes? It isn't THAT expensive. Sometimes, when you know you smell, that's when you wanna raise your arms up high. Dude! You don't have to raise 'em to make 'em more noticeable. Its just well repulsive! I can't stand people with very bad body odor. Gossshhh!&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, rude people. Yes! No one can stand rude people. Those who push others. Step on people's feet without apologizing and of course the ones that don't allow the elderly, the disabled and the pregnant people to sit. You're young aren't you? You're capable to stand up aren't you. Don't use the reason that you're too tired. Everyone's tired! You're not the only person there that's tired. Your reasons are just so unacceptable! You're just so selfish and I just ergghhh CANNOT accept!&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing about public transportation especially cabs and taxis that is, they like to excessively charge you. I remember taking a cab in KL from Cybernetics (previous college I went to) to Pavilion and it only costs RM7 by using meter. I've even rode a cab from KTM Kajang to Section 4, Bangi which is like so much further from my house and it only costs RM8. But today I took a cab back to my home which really isn't THAT far, and I was charged RM10. My mum told me to make sure the cab used a meter next time if I'm taking a cab again. Doubt it. Rather stay at home then go out and take a cab that charges you arm and leg for a 5 minutes drive.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are also so many foreign workers. Scary foreign workers. Those that look at you and give you that smirk like they're thinking 'Nice Thang Yum Yum.' Their look sometimes look kinda like a pervert and yes it bothers me. I don't know if their intentions to smile is just to be friendly or not, but just to be safe, just smile and look away. You can never ever EVER trust strangers. I don't mind people talking to me either just to ask for directions or whatever but when they start asking about where I'm from and what's my name, I won't be comfortable. One of the reasons why I hate going to places alone. I'm friendly but almost impossible to approach. Can aa liddat? :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay perhaps I'm just a little tired and sorta cranky. Thats why my post this time is like a nagging nagger. HAHA. But well, that's just life. Toodles xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-8318631072860170466?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay who the heck am I missing? Well, for one, I miss my UiTM girlfriends. I'm just so adapted to living a life filled with my UiTM family. I miss the girls that I go to class with. I miss the girls I eat lunch with. I miss the girls that I eat dinner with. I miss the girls I stay up studying with. I miss the girls that I can laugh out loud with. I miss them that goes to Pusat Sukan and play sports with. I miss their presence. I miss my classmates. The people I see the most in a week. I miss seeing them. I miss coming into class and seeing them well prepared to learn. It amuses me to see them everyday. I miss my other law foundation-mates. My audi-mates. Gosh. my holiday feels like a wreck without them. I guess their sorta like a family in a way for me. &amp;nbsp;For such a short time, so much love has been there. I miss them a lot. I guess you're just so use to having friends round you, that when you don't you feel something's missing. Just a few days left till I see those beautiful faces again. Gosh, honestly I cannot wait to leave Kajang/Bangi and get back to Shah Alam. Don't get me wrong, I love my family here but sometimes it gets lonely here in Kajang/Bangi ya know? Nobody to actually hangout with. My usual friends are either busy with finals or currently still have classes to attend. *huge sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also miss, well my boyfriend. Wow this is finally a bold move by me after so long. Yeaahh I'm taken. *blushing* :) But that's beside the point. I really miss him. I miss talking to him. He's been so busy lately with work and his gig. Don't get me wrong. I am so proud of him with whatever he's doing now and I'm supporting him in this all the way. Its just that yeaah, gotta sacrifice a little. But I know, in time we'll see each other again. Patience Tifa, patience. It'll be worth it! Hopefully. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss learning. Sometimes without learning I feel my brain doesn't function well enough. Its like its frozen or something. Is this wrong? Hope not though. I need to learn! Feed me educational stuff. I guess I'm not thankful for having a 6 week break. Well woop-dee-doo. I'm bored. I need to get back to campus. Staying home is almost killing me. Baking cupcakes is tiring. But atleast its profitable, huh? hee :D Thats all for now I guess. Toodles love. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Okay, enough of that of cupcake talking, lets make business. LOL what? no.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Self-exposing? What is this all about? It about EXPOSING yourSELF. Well that's pretty much obvious isn't it? No. There are so many ways of exposing oneself into the public eye. You don't need to be a mega celebrity nor a well-known person to expose yourself to the public. You've got Facebook, Twitter, Blogger. Everywhere you go, you're gonna be exposing yourself through these social networks. I'm not saying I'm against all this. But there's gotta be a limit towards exposing yourself. Examples are check-ins and Foursquare. My mum gave me such a useful advice the other day about these things. She said, 'Why would you wanna tell the public where you are? You're risking yourself by allowing people to attack you or whatever. And if you're not at home, you're like screaming to everyone "HEYY, MY HOUSE IS EMPTY. C'MON IN ROBBERS!"' Get what I'm trying to say? Dangerous self exposing!&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing about these social networks are they create fights between people. People get mis-communication problems&amp;nbsp;and words could be manipulated and rage forms. Thus, TADAA! Creating self exposition. Who wouldn't wanna know about the latest fights people get into? That's why I say it exposes a person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes these self-exposing are just so unneeded. Who wants too much attention targeted on them? Like everything you do is being watched? You gotta control somethings and think twice about certain matters because you're afraid of what others might think and say. Its so stressful to live a life like that. I would never ask people to KNOW me that way. I don't wanna be put under that spotlight where everyone is waiting for you to make the next move. Its annoying sometimes, ya know? I mean, hello, I WANT MY PRIVACY TOO! Lately I haven't been tweeting as much as I used to, even my Facebook seems boring. Its the matter of stopping myself from over-exposing about my life. Even my blog seems lonely without a new story, doesn't it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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I wrote this blogpost mostly because today I spent my whole day watching Keeping Up With The Kardashian marathon. Their life is so exposed! Like every single thing about their life is being watched by others. I couldn't live that way whether I wanted to or not. Don't get me wrong, I love the family love and being filthy rich and all, its just the too much exposing yourself to the public that bugs me most. But that's Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;
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So a quick advice to everybody reading. Be careful with where you put yourself in. Don't do things you know you couldn't manage and don't expose too much of yourself. If you're exposing too much, its like you're going out nude because you're trying to attract that unneeded attention. Be careful Monsters and take care! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-3191273499876837629?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hello Monsters! Its 4am here, and I know I should probably be asleep right now but since I slept in the evening due to extreme boredom, I felt no tendency to sleep. Wish I could speak with my boy some more but he's got MUET in the morning. So wouldn't want him to be half awake for that. So here I am. Writing... Okay, what in the world must I write about at such a weird time.&lt;br /&gt;
You know for a girl that's always been writing about depression and how suckish this life sometimes may be, I finally found a new hope. Almost something that I've forgotten. Care.&lt;br /&gt;
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What was care? I almost forgot about that word. Though its everywhere. I barely saw it. I neglected its presence. But something just struck me. Needless those people who pretended that they care about you, there are still people out there that truly actually truly DO care. Because surprisingly no matter how small the number might be, THEY are still there. Number isn't a question if you compare to how much love is given out compared to having many people but not much love in it. Get what I'm saying? Through my eighteen years and nine days, I guess I finally know how to finally differentiate that. You know just sometimes, you don't need to have many people in your life just to be where you are now. I've learnt that in life, sometimes, you just gotta know who to be close to and who not to be. I'm not saying its wrong to have many friends, well heck, the more the merrier. Its just that you gotta choose certain people to permanently keep, and know the others are just for some period.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you know how overwhelming it is to have people coming forward to you, saying they'll always have your back no matter what especially when you almost felt like you've nobody else anymore. Feeling like hey, I'm gonna have to face this alone and no, no one should be dragged down with me, but then knowing that you don't have to. Its just&amp;nbsp;indescribably eye watering. You don't ask for the support but its just there. It has ALWAYS been there but you just don't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't be anymore thankful now to Allah SWT for showing me something that could have so much impact that I barely even noticed. The tests he's given me Alhamdulillah made me more alert about things I never even knew. Atleast now I have so many reasons to smile and laugh about. I just gotta take whats been given and thank God for everything. I almost forgot about the real meaning of 'caring'. This is all good now :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Going through my Tumblr dashboard and Twitter timeline seeing such depressing and sad posts in the past would encourage me to re-blog or re-tweet. But now seeing them, I smile and continue to scroll down. Its a new step forward. Not another step back. Am I afraid, yes. Sometimes. But that's okay. I'm just being careful. This is new and who knows hopefully it'll be the best for me :')&lt;br /&gt;
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That is all for this time. Will write more soon. (InsyaAllah) Have a pleasant night everybody &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*new blog song Monsters. Enjoy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-3996285076083605167?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop the hatred people! It brings you no where! Pahalamu, diberi kepadaku. Alhamdulillah :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am excited to tell you guys that I got into a photo competition. At first, it was just for fun. I never expected my photos to be chosen. I mean like, two of my photos were chosen. Alhamdulillah. But like most online competitions, the winner must be the person with the most LIKES on Facebook. So thus TADAAAAAA.. That's where YOU guys come in. Need help in liking these photos. Please and Thank You Monsters ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=285662418128458&amp;amp;set=a.285661898128510.91869.261595653868468&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Photo to LIKE #1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=285662474795119&amp;amp;set=a.285661898128510.91869.261595653868468&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Photo to LIKE #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Its the 8th day of my semester break. Do ask me what I did this past week? Mostly nothing. I can count how many times I went out. But the rest, sitting in front of my dear blue Dell lappy staring blankly. I don't have a job. I don't have credits. My friends are studying and some are working. Yes life is superbly great here. (not really.) So, today as I spent hours on the web, I decided to blog walk to people's blog. See how bored I was. Twitter and Tumblr were down just now. I had to find something to do. Thus, TADAAAA.. Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;As you may know, The Typing Monster isn't something new. It has existed since 2008. From renovations to renovations, from mouth to mouth, its still standing here. Alhamdulillah. :') I remembered how I use to wrote in my blog in the past. To say it was REMPIT-ish (not proud to admit it) but yeah, it sorta used to be. Dude, I was young, back then, it looked cool. (I did not just say that! :O ) I used to write in Malay and sometimes a mix of the only two languages I knew. But as this blog got older, I mostly wrote in English. I'm not saying that I'm not proud to speak in Malay. I am a MALAYSIAN. I love being poetic when speaking Malay, but when it comes to writing, I prefer English.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;So went blog walking to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://inibelogsaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hanis Zalikha's blog&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fatinsuhana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatin Suhana's blog&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://honeykoyuki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatin Liyana's blog&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://petisuaraku.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farah Ilyana's blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Oh, she's Farah Azrina's older sister btw! ) and also&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://yayajohan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yaya Johan's blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Acid Johan's little sister) and a few others. You know I've been writing a blog for so long. But now only do I know the existence of these awesome blogs. Call me oblivious. I am. *big sigh* One thing I notice about these blogs are the followers. I mean people! Have you seen their followers? Thousands okay! and I do admit, their stories are quite interesting to read about. Wow! Another thing is, they are all gorgeous! I mean drop dead GORGEOUS! I'm not a lesbian, but seriously they are pretty! My blog isn't as famous as their's but its okay. Some people do know about my blog. Thank you for still supporting! xx&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byP4NzF3la4/To7zCdxR9dI/AAAAAAAABVE/t9XIkW1bIVs/s1600/DSCN6097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byP4NzF3la4/To7zCdxR9dI/AAAAAAAABVE/t9XIkW1bIVs/s400/DSCN6097.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; Now about shawls! As you may know, I just currently wore a hijab. Its only been 8 months since I wore my hijab. I would be lying if I said I never thought of being a free-haired girl again. I do. Sometimes. As you can see, among my UiTM girlfriends, I'm the only one that's wearing a hijab. Its a challenge. I won't deny it. But, then again, these girls do support me though I wear a hijab. Alhamdulillah. Almost everyone I know, support me in my choice. :) When I blog walked to those girl's blogs. I admire their style. Who said wearing a hijab doesn't make you pretty? It makes you just as pretty as the one's that are free-haired. There are so many ways to wear your hijab. So many tutorials. Some of my favs are from my own roommate&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mirarafilzah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amirah Filzah&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(which btw does teach me personally on how to wear a hijab in our room),&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mimiburp"&gt;Amirah Syamimi's Youtube&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SuperTyfa"&gt;Atifa Faiza's Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(all three are my friends, thank you) and ofcourse Hana Tajima. When it comes to style, I admire a lot of people. Those urban looks for hijabis are just amazing. Some that I admire are Filzah Karim and Atiqah Syuqri and there are a few others. The reason I put the names of my friends are because its proof that you don't need to be a model to be pretty when wearing a hijab. I'm still new to this whole hijab world. I'm still learning some styles and trying to creatively make it a little different. So sorry if it ain't so nice.:P&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hehe. Mama just bought me a new hanger bulat-bulat. See, I don't have a lot of shawls yet. Still collecting. :D That's all for now. Later people! xoxo ♥&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Cannot wait to go to a wedding. Dangg, what should I wear? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-3491757732822607622?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6gOifHsrBY/To3DQ5Qx_PI/AAAAAAAABU4/QuJfirCSkz8/s1600/tuxpi.com.1317906854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6gOifHsrBY/To3DQ5Qx_PI/AAAAAAAABU4/QuJfirCSkz8/s400/tuxpi.com.1317906854.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was just for fun. Its been a week of my semester break and I still haven't benefit anything. I'm jobless, moneyless, friendless and licenseless. Its killing me ya know! Well, I've been online day and night. Watching videos on youtube. The picture was an inspiration from Fatin Suhana thank you very much. Been reblogging and site hunting. Give me ideas on what to do monsters! Before I rot of boredom. I seriously need to find something to occupy myself. My sisters are most of the time at school. I am very lonely. No one to text either. &amp;nbsp;Ran out of credit and I have no cash to topup. Yeahh, my life officially sucks starting.... NOW. heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Thank you for the likes everybody :') 91 and counting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iC6TUZ9N9K8/To1KlP_tCSI/AAAAAAAABUM/Vy4xwLaTs80/s1600/337996_10150491828368504_574013503_11541392_1988661998_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iC6TUZ9N9K8/To1KlP_tCSI/AAAAAAAABUM/Vy4xwLaTs80/s400/337996_10150491828368504_574013503_11541392_1988661998_o.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cupcake Chic cupcakes for my birthday. Thank you girls&amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcPJyzsutX8/To1KPDvYu9I/AAAAAAAABT8/W-1d4e1XhPM/s1600/289054_10150491824713504_574013503_11541372_588759524_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcPJyzsutX8/To1KPDvYu9I/AAAAAAAABT8/W-1d4e1XhPM/s400/289054_10150491824713504_574013503_11541372_588759524_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imran Ali :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate here. Capricciosa :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My girls. Cannot live without 'em ♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im 18! Hai! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Best ♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Just wanted to post a few photos that my girl, Farrah uploaded last night. More on Facebook though ;)&lt;span id="goog_2103475849"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2103475850"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-8933356697185685878?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Talk about being stoked huh? Had a brilliant birthday celebration yesterday. By far, THE BEST BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION I HAVE EVER HAD!! But before I get to that, I gotta take this&amp;nbsp;opportunity to say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to EVERY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BODY&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for all the wishes and kind thoughts. Honestly, with everything going on, I thought nobody would have wished me. Guess I was so extremely wrong about that. I got countless wishes on Facebook, Twitter, BBMs and other ways to connect. Yes I was overwhelmed over it all. Thank you everyone again! ♥&lt;br /&gt;
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So well yesterday, Hakiim and his friends Qayyum drove all the way from Seremban and picked me up at home. They drove me all the way to Sunway Pyramid for my 18th Birthday celebration. We arrived at about 12pm something. Later met up with Sabrina and Nadzirah. We decided to reserve a place to eat at Caprioccosa or something like that at 2.30pm. Oh yeah! I also met Dania and Ofylia before lunch. So yesh! It was definitely awesome to meet two amazing people on my birthday. Later on, went to Caprioccosa where we were joined also by my other girls, Wan Nur Shahirah, Myra Johar, Ayesha Tajudin and boyfriend, Syaqeel, Farrah Emmylya, Nik Zahira and Atiqah Razak (Tiki). A pleasant surprise was when we were joined by Imran Ali also! :D Ordered a bottomless cup of coke and shared a Margerita pizza with Nadz. Before that there were a group of people in the restaurant who was celebrating their friend's birthday that day too. They sang and whole restaurant was singing as well. :) After lunch, went out for a while with Nik and Ayesha. But, when I got back, I realised the restaurant's lights looked kinda dimmed. As I entered, the whole restaurant sang, Happy Birthday. Then there was Myra holding a box of Cupcake Chic cupcakes with lighted candles on them. I swear my eyes watered that very moment. It was a complete surprise. I loved it! Girls, thank you again for the cupcakes! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the cupcakes, my girls bought for me. :') ♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Later we went ice skating. Though a few hesitated about going, they eventually went skating too. The things they do for me. How can I NOT love them? Had fun with everyone. Also met some old friends from school and a few new ones. Thanks Hakiim's friends for joining us to celebrate my birthday together! Had a few falls here and there. But overall, it was a great day well spent!&lt;br /&gt;
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We had dinner later on that night at Murni, Taipan, USJ. Ate with the girls and the guys. What a way to end my day. Thank you again to everyone that came. I think there were at least 20 people who celebrated my birthday with me yesterday. Not all was planned, but the unplanned plans are always the best plans made. HAHAAHA. k that was funny right there! :P Cant wait for the photos to be uploaded! But, for now, Au Revoir! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-2307510355808072825?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So well then I went onto Google and Google-ed 'List of Things to Do When You Turn 18.' Lol, just for laughs, I found quite a few amusing sites. Like&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shh-nicole.xanga.com/686424741/18-things-to-do-when-you-turn-18/"&gt;18 Things To Do When You Turn 18&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and there was another one I found on Yahoo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/114999/100_things_you_can_do_now_that_youre.html"&gt;100 Things You Can Do Now That You're 18&lt;/a&gt;. Yeahh, the wonderful world of Internet. Teehee. Since the links were all based on the US rights, I thought, why not do my own 18 things to do now that I'M 18 for Malaysians or atleast for me that is. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get married (k lol NO!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get my driver's license (Yeahh, Mama says after Foundation. It'll come with a package. Hopefully a car)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Buy cigars (For the guys, NOT me)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Change your IC (Yes, FINALLY! a better photo hopefully!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sue someone (Tak ada kerja? HAHA)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Brag about being already 18 (Ha ha ha?)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watch 18 rated movies without being asked to check your IC (Had a history:P)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Donate blood without parent's consent&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be an organ donor (SAY WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT? HAHA)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Obtain a credit card.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Can work ANYWHERE!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go out more&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Apply anything without parent's consent&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Skydive (sounds cool!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Create a humanity group&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Join a humanity group&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Create a list of things to do when you're 19.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Enjoy life :)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. Yeahh, its kinda lame. I ran out of ideas on what to do after a few numbers. Sorry! HAHA. Can't wait for my birthday celebration with my girls and him tomorrow. Already celebrated it with my bestfriends yesterday, so like yeayyy THANK YOU Pia, Intan, Atyn and also Umar! :) Have a great night Monsters! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122788898462874256-113511716850996814?l=athifahain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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