<?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-6553742869188739988</id><updated>2024-08-30T12:33:37.940+08:00</updated><category term="A shape called heart"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Quotes"/><category term="Him"/><category term="W.O.T.D"/><title type='text'>nurul izzatie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-3209585312698973765</id><published>2014-12-13T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2014-12-23T15:59:29.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I met him 3 years back. We were working at the same place. I was a customer service and he was a team leader n soon after that promoted to manager. (Now we both working in different places)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;He is a very shy person and charming in his own way. I love stalking him. Whenever he walked in front of me or beside me or even behind me, my head turns 360 just to look at him. *giggles*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I would helped him and he too. Then we became close to the point where people asked me where is he and people would asked him the same question, &quot;Where&#39;s nurul?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The next thing we both realised, we&#39;re lovers in a serious relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I have to admit, it&#39;s not always a shiny bright day. We had our ups and downs. We had our arguments and differences. We had our obstacles. We had so many breakups and dramas in our life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;And one thing I&#39;m grateful for is that despite our differences, arguments and breakups, we managed to find a way to stick together. We managed to go through almost everything together. We&#39;re like a magnet. Put us far away, there&#39;s always a &amp;nbsp;way, or I would say, HIS way of putting us back together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s different. He&#39;s worth fighting for. He took my breath away. He took my heart away. His patience with me and his responsibilities with his family makes me fall deeper. I can&#39;t breath.. Heeeeelp! Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yes, he has his own flaws. Who doesn&#39;t? He is still the guy that has the key to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Even I annoys him a lot, even I always pissed him off, even I have so many &#39;karenah&#39;, he is still here by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I met him 3 years back and I fell deeper everyday. 3 years and still counting.&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m grateful I met him. Thanks Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3209585312698973765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3209585312698973765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2014/12/just-us.html' title='Just us.'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-6513198428006741765</id><published>2014-10-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-12-04T11:42:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;quot;I want to touch a dog!&amp;quot;</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum w.t.b..&lt;br /&gt;
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Mungkin coretan kali ini akan mengundang spekulasi / pandangan hina dan negatif segelintir pembaca but then again, bear in mind that this is just a humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;I want to touch a dog!&quot;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;merupakan satu acara yang dijalankan selama 2 jam di Central Park, Damansara. Acara berlansung dengan pendedahan mengenai cara sentuh dan samak/sertu anjing dalam konteks Islam dan memberi peluang untuk pengunjung mengatasi masalah takut dengan anjing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saya tak lah hebat. Memang banyak khilaf. Maka, disini saya sertakan beberapa video ceramah dari ustaz-ustaz yang saya kerap tengok. Dan ini antara ilmu yang mereka sampaikan khas untuk hukum sentuh/bela anjing dalam Islam.&lt;/div&gt;
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Prof Madya Dr Mohd Asri Zainul Abidin&lt;/div&gt;
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Ni semua ilmu untuk kita renungkan. Saya tak cakap sila lah pegang mana-mana anjing yang anda jumpa lepas ni. Tapi saya nak kongsi ilmu tentang konteks anjing dalam Islam. Ya betul, saya tak lah alim dan penuh ilmu didada. Tetapi tak salah kita kongsi ilmu sesama kita kan? :)&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t think that event was to challenge the authorities, religion department or even anyone. Ianya sekadar untuk memberi kesedaran dan ilmu. Ada yang kata mencabar agama Islam, Rasulullah s.a.w, Allah s.w.t dan juga Imam Shafi&#39;i.. *mintak dijauhkan*&lt;/div&gt;
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Tapi jom kita baca dan renungkan kata-kata Imam Shafi&#39;i:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Setiap orang boleh mengingati sesuatu riwayat dan boleh pula melupakannya.
Adapun pendapat yang kami cetuskan atau kami dedahkan sumbernya tetapi
berlawanan dengan apa yang berasal daripada Rasulullah sallallahu ‘alaihi
wasallam maka yang benar adalah apa yang berasal daripada Rasulullah sallallahu
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Apabila kamu mendapati di dalam kitabku sesuatu yang
bercanggah dengan Sunnah Rasulullah sallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam, maka
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Dan dalam riwayat lain: “Maka ikutlah ia
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Apabila sahih sesuatu hadis maka itulah mazhabku.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;See,&lt;/i&gt; Imam Shafi&#39;i sendiri pun meletakkan kedudukan hadis Nabi lebih tinggi dari kedudukannya.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In my opinion&lt;/i&gt;, niat penganjur tu baik untuk memberi kesedaran kepada semua umat Islam. Ada yang kata niat tidak menghalalkan cara. Betul.. Tapi siapa lah kita untuk kata apa dia buat tu haram sedangkan Allah lebih mengetahui.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If I&#39;ve been given a chance, I might go because I want to overcome my fear on dogs&lt;/i&gt; (sebab pernah kena kejar masa kecik), &lt;i&gt;learn how to deal with dogs and also how to &quot;samak&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saya mungkin kena hentam/kutuk untuk entri kali ni but then again, this is just my humble opinion.&lt;/div&gt;
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Seriously, I don&#39;t get it. Why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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WHY?&lt;/div&gt;
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Pernah terfikir tak perasaan orang yang awak semua perli tu? Pernah?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kalau tak pernah, nak kena perli ke? Nak kena setempek dekat muka? Nak rasa macam mana kena perli kasar menusuk jantung?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kalau pernah, kenapa perli orang lain pula? Saja nak bagi rasa apa yang awak semua pernah rasa, dekat orang lain?&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe you are being sarcastic to others just to make them feel what you have felt before, or being sarcastic is just one of the ways for you to have fun. Either way, I&#39;m going to tell you that it will never end and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;world will never be a better place for all of us, ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t like it. I really don&#39;t. I don&#39;t like it when I see people being sarcastic to others, let alone me doing it to others. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hai, asyik pakai &lt;i&gt;sleeveless&lt;/i&gt; dan &lt;i&gt;short pants&lt;/i&gt; je kalau keluar. Macam lahh panas sangat dunia ni kan?&quot;&lt;/span&gt; kata si Fina kepada Nani sambil didengari oleh Lisa yang berjalan melepasi mereka. **Ayat perli yang ditujukan &lt;i&gt;indirectly&lt;/i&gt; kepada Lisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eh kejap, faham tak contoh tu? Haha. Kira Fina nak perli Lisa tentang pemakaiannya tetapi disuarakan kepada Nani&lt;i&gt; instead&lt;/i&gt; of Lisa lah.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you don&#39;t like anything about another person, tell it straight or point it out amicably. In other words, in a nice way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kalau perli kasar menusuk jantung sampai menjatuhkan maruah dan perasaan orang lain dan mengumpat depan-depan, dah berapa dosa dah tu. *sigh, again*&lt;/div&gt;
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Telling it straight to the point even though it might hurts that person; and being sarcastic to embarrass and bring that person down, are two different things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/2422216103009313442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/2422216103009313442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2014/03/why-do-you-have-to-be-sarcastic.html' title='Why do you have to be sarcastic?'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-6478520354104403994</id><published>2014-02-25T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2014-02-25T14:16:59.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They&#39;re cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I love seeing old people in love and holding hands,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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they prove that you really can love someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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for the rest of your life and be together,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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forever.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish me and my future husband will be like this, InsyaAllah :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Things will get back up again. Maybe not now, but sooner or later&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;it will. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/5065686334137544391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/5065686334137544391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2014/02/dear-readers.html' title='Dear Readers,'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-PBAVW-M1pYKG00XJgGD7Jyz49fQ94mzr56K696FooN8QigLl59ayyLTLGRcievD2IEz9wkTBiLyTViMx5ShQMTuu158G9u_UAFAKNBS2phvEcVotnOmbLdhkbrYHrBmJdzfWpe7Hdes/s72-c/tumblr_m8x93bknpx1rwntneo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-8954174796526779972</id><published>2014-01-30T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2014-01-30T17:20:54.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness overload !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I&#39;m not.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t have to pay for house and car since I&#39;m staying with my family. I&#39;m not married let alone have children. So basically every month all I have to pay is my phone bills, education loan, give some amount to my parents and what else? Oh, touch &#39;n&#39; go toll as well. Other than that, minus plus here and there, I still have some amount to save. So why is it that I don&#39;t feel that my salary is enough?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tell you what,&lt;/div&gt;
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I won&#39;t have enough money to spend. For things I like such as money to travel, to shopping, and to do what ever I want without even have to think twice! Gosh I wish. You wish too, right?&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve been thinking of having my own business for quite some time now. But I do not know which line/industry to go in or what kind of business that will help me to succeed. I need your help. Any idea, fellas?&lt;/div&gt;
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Dah kena mula berfikir untuk masa hadapan. Senang hidup anak-anak nanti. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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*Being grateful and moving forward is two different things.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/1909582434939482909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/1909582434939482909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2014/01/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-4523461965639256337</id><published>2013-11-11T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2013-11-11T16:59:19.011+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes"/><title type='text'>From The Rib of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Woman was made from the rib of man,&lt;/div&gt;
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She was not created from his head to top him,&lt;/div&gt;
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nor from his feet to be stepped upon,&lt;/div&gt;
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She was made from his side to be close to him,&lt;/div&gt;
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From beneath his arm to be protected by him,&lt;/div&gt;
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Near his heart to be loved by him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear brothers and sisters, stop bullying. Spread love, share it with others.&lt;/div&gt;
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For some, it might be some kind of a nice feeling if they have hundreds and thousands of followers. If tak, mula nak rasa insecure. Different person has different view, kan? Tak salah pun. Pandai-pandailah accept the pros and cons. Indeed, there&#39;s nothing wrong with having so many friends/followers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To my parents&#39;, my sisters&#39;, my brothers&#39;, and even my cousins&#39; friends, if I didn&#39;t approve you in any of my social networks page, tolonglah jangan terasa. Maaf banyak-banyak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great day! :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/2856692133761049576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/2856692133761049576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-privacy-is-really-big-thing-for-me.html' title='My privacy is a really BIG THING for me.'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-3985017064207127353</id><published>2013-09-05T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2014-02-06T11:13:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-&quot;</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t get it. Why people tend to be sarcastic like, &lt;i&gt;&quot;takpe menteri banyak duit dia bayar, kite miskin naik basikal je&quot;.&lt;/i&gt; What the h-e-l-l is wrong with you people? Menteri won&#39;t even read your status in facebook. Really they WON&#39;T. Unless you have thousands of followers. If you don&#39;t, you are wasting your time. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Bear in mind, not everybody think like how you think, like what you like and support what you support.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please use other medium so that your voice and thought can be heard. Doesn&#39;t matter opposition or government, don&#39;t use harsh words.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things are good now. Thank you Allah. Thank you for everything. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/5840119976782898814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/5840119976782898814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/08/things-are-good-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-796283099295042367</id><published>2013-08-22T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-02-11T10:28:51.881+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>She is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
Today is a story telling&lt;/div&gt;
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of a girl who has everything.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is what they said&lt;/div&gt;
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beauty with brain.&lt;/div&gt;
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HE decides everything that happen&lt;br /&gt;
for it has its own reason.&lt;br /&gt;
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A mistake of a drunk man&lt;br /&gt;
changed the whole life of a woman&lt;br /&gt;
as she was sixty percent -- burnt&lt;br /&gt;
in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;
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They said it&#39;s justice as he was jailed for seven years&lt;br /&gt;
but is it justice as she is still alive?&lt;br /&gt;
suffering like hell -- fifty surgeries -- face like an alien&lt;br /&gt;
trying to survive as each day passes&lt;br /&gt;
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One day a mother met her -- drunk man&#39;s mother.&lt;br /&gt;
Without hesitated she held that poor girl in her arm&lt;br /&gt;
a warm hug as from a mother to a daughter&lt;br /&gt;
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With tears in her eyes, she apologize for her son&#39;s mistake&lt;br /&gt;
as he also felt terrible every single day in jail -- for his stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;
for that, they pray for her happiness.&lt;/div&gt;
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With calm -- no anger in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;
she forgives him without asking why.&lt;br /&gt;
She forgives a man who made her lost everything -- her face -- her life&lt;br /&gt;
without asking for anything -- at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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oh -- what a beautiful tough girl&lt;br /&gt;
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It is true what they said&lt;/div&gt;
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beauty lies inside definitely will appears outside.&lt;/div&gt;
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So now ask yourself,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Am I beautiful enough?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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-nurulizzatie&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/796283099295042367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/796283099295042367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/08/she-is-beautiful.html' title='She is beautiful'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnXupBFdSOs01vrFgUjFVUkvQznyJYtQks3vCEnsO_hV8SaqBuv94L5ScnlGtO3C5FDvevQFB-jjOT8OFHxyyfbziByJcbrnHqApfs_NmC6G7h58bNpJWCU0awzmQNK3xu1YTh6h69l4/s72-c/20110331-most-shocking-moments-jacqui-600x411.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-6183146402744852732</id><published>2013-08-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-08-21T16:36:47.042+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>Two. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In order to learn, we have to experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In order to rise, we have to fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In order to take, we have to give.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In order to success, we have to suffer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If you don&#39;t have the beginning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/6183146402744852732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/6183146402744852732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/08/two.html' title='Two. '/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-4501269942762898460</id><published>2013-07-31T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-07-31T16:33:05.407+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A shape called heart"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The more i know about social networks, the more I &lt;u&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/u&gt; like it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The more I don&#39;t like what I&#39;m turning into.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Fullstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Give thanks for your food and the joy of living.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies within yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;- Tecumseh (1768-1813)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, thank you for reading this blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3989468928039680370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3989468928039680370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/07/when-you-arise-in-morning-give-thanks.html' title='Quote #4'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-3526679647391114212</id><published>2013-07-25T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2014-03-22T14:23:49.392+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="W.O.T.D"/><title type='text'>i miss old times</title><content type='html'>I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I miss is the word for today,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A person i know very well taught me this word. Not the definition but the &lt;i&gt;meaning; o&lt;/i&gt;n how important communication is. If you are reading this, thank &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss those days when there is no friendster, myspace, tagged, facebook, or any other social networks.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is because nowadays everybody seems to be comfortable expressing what they feel towards others; on social networks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somehow communication seems no longer relevant where instead of confronting just among you and your friends or family, you chose to expose to public where everybody can see your problems. Everybody can comment and judge.&lt;br /&gt;
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As if it is okay to be judged by judgmental people; as long as you express your thoughts. &lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I admit that there are few good things on social networking where you can find new friends, love, old mates and etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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But having people fights over and over again even though it has nothing to do with you is so not good, like spreading rumors.&lt;br /&gt;
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Relationship ends, husband and wife cheated, brothers sisters and bestfriends fought.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Trust gone, doubts everywhere, lies here and there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least I know my privacy and boundaries on what to be shared and what not. For me, you can&#39;t simply come into my life and judge those I love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I miss old times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3526679647391114212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3526679647391114212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-miss-old-times.html' title='i miss old times'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-3261249098903822058</id><published>2013-07-05T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-07-30T09:30:40.107+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="W.O.T.D"/><title type='text'>Word of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;HOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop for a minute, take a deep breath, and look back at your life. Look back for all the things that worries you, holding you back, bringing you down, and scares you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are so much about this life, well.. our life to be exact, that we are afraid of. &lt;i&gt;&quot;Can I accomplish this?&quot;, &quot;I&#39;m getting fat..how to lose weight?&quot;, &quot;How to make people like me?&quot;, &quot;How to live life to the fullest?&quot;, &quot;Will I found the right person?&quot;, &quot;What would people think about me?&quot;, &quot;How much will I earn?&quot;&lt;/i&gt; aaaaannndd the questions go on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;
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The thing is, there are many things that we worry and feel insecure. Sometimes, some people hide their insecurities by pointing out other people&#39;s fault or flaws. Pleeeaasee.. stop it! Not just it shows more of your insecurities but also bring people down. uh-uh.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like you, I have my own insecurities and questions that sometimes caused me to feel really down, and cried at night until I fell asleep. I know you do to. Angry about things at home, other people&#39;s attitude, life and other stuffs. Some even try to commit suicide because they give up on life.&lt;/div&gt;
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But stop right there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to share a video. An inspirational video. After watching it, I was like &lt;i&gt;&quot;How pathetic I am worrying about simple things when other people are making their circumstances into something that would light up others&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s about&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Vujicic&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Nicholas James Vujicic&lt;/a&gt;, a guy born with no arms and legs yet he has became a guy with full of inspiration to others.&lt;br /&gt;
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The short version.&lt;/div&gt;
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The long version.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope this entry will give you new perspective on life and gives you hope to find the best in you. Life is short. Spread peace and love, give more but expect less.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;You can either be angry for what you don&#39;t have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;or be thankful for what you do have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do your best and God will do the rest&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nick Vujicic, a guy born with no arms and legs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3261249098903822058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/3261249098903822058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/07/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-328531462281453695</id><published>2013-06-22T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-07-30T10:23:48.150+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A shape called heart"/><title type='text'>What is love for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; is when you don&#39;t have a specific reason on why you fell for that one special person. You really don&#39;t have &quot;one good reason&quot; because you love everything about that person. &lt;b&gt;Every single thing.&lt;/b&gt; That you can just share everything; your favorite food (where you normally don&#39;t share it with others), even your toothbrush and you don&#39;t find it disgusting to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who will irritates you, annoys you, make fun of you, and calls you with thousands of names yet you find it funny and lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special &#39;nervous-with-butterflies-in-stomach&#39; feeling where it comes naturally without you forcing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling like home when you with that special one. Where you can just sit down and do nothing, and still time flies fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is also when you know that person has so many flaws, yet you still love him/her &lt;b&gt;unconditionally,&lt;/b&gt; that makes you willing to go through every obstacles, every pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real feeling where it just doesn&#39;t &quot;go away&quot; easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is love. At least for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/328531462281453695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6553742869188739988/posts/default/328531462281453695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenshetalks.blogspot.com/2013/06/what-is-love-for-you.html' title='What is love for you?'/><author><name>nurulizzatie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13607804979018104090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6553742869188739988.post-1635404173132754981</id><published>2013-06-09T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-08-21T16:37:59.885+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>A broken glass</title><content type='html'>the glass has broken.&lt;br /&gt;
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the fingers are full with cuts, &lt;br /&gt;
trying to fix,&lt;br /&gt;
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a broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;
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-nurulizzatie&lt;br /&gt;
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for you to take me.&lt;br /&gt;
and you keep waiting,&lt;br /&gt;
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Better things come to those who try,&lt;br /&gt;
Best things come to those who pray.&lt;br /&gt;
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