<?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: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-5073340153673667006</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:26:24.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living, laughing, loving, shouting, yelling and crapping out loud</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just a girl trying to have fun by living her life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-2174500698122614402</id><published>2011-07-19T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:15:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is anything but unfair, cruel, and gruesome. Without us realizing it (including me, ESPECIALLY me) we have the tendency to blame life for whatever that has been happening to us. "Life sucks, life's unfair, I had rather died than to live through this whatever that has been making me feel miserable" Life is not being cruel, it is just carrying out its responsibility and making its own part in giving you the best that you could have out of it. Because no matter how bad the situation that you're in now, you ought to know that somehow someday you will get through it. You will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Allah brings you to it, He will definitely get you through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allahumma arif binafsi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verily, Allah SWT knows everything, even the littlest secrets about yourself that you yourself have not ever known of. That's why Allah SWT has mapped our life in such a beautiful way that could benefit us in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kau masih lagi tak bersyukur kan Qurratu? T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-2174500698122614402?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/2174500698122614402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=2174500698122614402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2174500698122614402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2174500698122614402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-anything-but-unfair-cruel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-7358366183876627480</id><published>2009-05-07T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:05:15.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the riwayat of this blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;hai kamu semua. &lt;br&gt;blog ini tidak akan aktif lagi yea.&lt;br&gt;due to some complications and ke-sewel-an of this blog,&lt;br&gt;my new blog now is&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5pt"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;qu-qurratu.blogspot.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sekian terima kasih. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div 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blog.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-4675010725249911528</id><published>2009-05-01T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:17:07.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy mode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;terima kasih untuk segala2nya.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-4675010725249911528?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-2901947702857150540</id><published>2009-04-29T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:12:28.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i'm a boring person la. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;blog aku dah buruk gile. something goes wrong with the layout and settings thingy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kak farah ada buku rooftop rant. NAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK :(((((((&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nak makan big apple donut!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. random post. aha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-2901947702857150540?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/2901947702857150540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=2901947702857150540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2901947702857150540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2901947702857150540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/04/ngeh.html' title='ngeh.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-4770792397563530612</id><published>2009-04-25T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:46:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stephenie meyer, you rule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;stepheni meyer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font size="80pt"&gt;you rule!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-4770792397563530612?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/4770792397563530612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=4770792397563530612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/4770792397563530612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/4770792397563530612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephenie-meyer-you-rule.html' title='stephenie meyer, you rule.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-3338190637122626860</id><published>2009-04-24T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:00:19.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101: Survival Tips in Matriks</title><content type='html'>To those yang dapat Matriks melaka.....&lt;br /&gt;HAH! CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the living hell. :P&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in matriks is seriously tough.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are incredibly hardworking, rajin, and not the whiny-whiny type, you're the perfect student for matriks.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to those juniors yang dapat &lt;strong&gt;matriks melaka&lt;/strong&gt;, there are a few survival tips that i would like to share with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NO PROCRASTINATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BE INCREDIBLY AND AMAZINGLY HARD-WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ALWAYS DO YOUR TUTORIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ALWAYS DO THOSE PAST YEAR QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. STUDY GROUP IS A MUST. YOU WILL UNDERSTAND BETTER BY HAVING A STUDY GROUP/DISCUSSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO NOT BE THE BACK-BENCHERS A.K.A., DO NOT SIT AT THE BACK OF THE KULIAH (I have been there, done that. Jgnlah duduk belakang kuliah, serious, fokus memang lari habis. aku dah satu sem duduk belakang kuliah, bukannya belajar, tapi siap makan ramai-ramai, baca newspaper, pass around the newspaper, borak2. tsk2, ampun cikgu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HAVE YOUR LUNCH AT KAFE A. THEIR MEALS ARE SUPERB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IF YOU WANT TO EAT SOMETHING LIKE NASI GORENG HONG KONG, NASI GORENG HAILAM, THEN GO TO KAFE B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. KAT KAFE B, BUAT BAIK DENGAN PAKCIK POPEYE. NANTI MESTI DAPAT DISKAUN. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO NOT SKIP TUTORIALS AND LECTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. FOR THOSE WHO GET SAINS HAYAT AS THEIR COURSE, VOLUNTEER YOURSELF TO GO TO THE ZOO IN SEMESTER 2. (It's an assignment for biology experiment. the students have to go to the zoo and take pictures, and when you're back in the college, you have to make a folio of it. Seriously, volunteer yourself to go to the zoo. All you have to do is take pictures here and there, and when you're back in college, you do need to do the folio. ahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FOR GIRLS, A SUPERB PLACE TO RELEASE YOUR TENSION AND LEPAK: BELAKANG BLOK B4 AND B5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FOR GIRLS YANG MATA KERANJANG, EVERY EVENING GO TO THE BASKETBALL COURT OR THE BIG PADANG IN FRONT OF DEWAN UTAMA. (Haa, tengoklah all those guys main ragbi and basket sepuas-puas hati sampai keluar muntah hijau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. BRING YOUR CAMERA ALONG. (Snap snap snap! Take pictures with your friends. every photo says a lot. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. TAKE ALL YOUR CLASSMATES' PHONE NUMBER (Can ask for their help to sign the attendance whenever you feel like skipping classes. oopsie, i just wrote that you shouldn't ponteng right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. BRING ONE TEMPAYAN OF WATER. (selalu takda air, mcm hellll je)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. MAKE SURE YOU HAVE COINS OF 2.50 (20 SEN AND 50 SEN ONLY) ~Senang nak basuh baju guna mesin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. KALAU NAK ONLINE, ONLINE DEPAN LIBRARY. (Tempat lain susah nak dapat connection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. RAJIN-RAJINLAH PERGI UNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. BRING ALONG SEBAKUL OF PENDRIVES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. JANGAN SESUKA HATI CUCUK PENDRIVES SANA SINI, ESPECIALLY PC KAT LIBRARY, AND HEP. (Nak ternak virus ke machaa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Those who get places in matrix, think about it carefully. Do you think that you can handle studying 26/25/24 chapters of biology, 22/23 chapters of maths and chem in one year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides all the contras that I have stated, life in matrix is actually really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decided to study in matrix,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ friends&lt;br /&gt;~ family&lt;br /&gt;~ ibadat (sgt sgt sgt sgt sgt penting)&lt;br /&gt;~ hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that it takes to survive in matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, be wise and think carefully about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting more. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-3338190637122626860?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/3338190637122626860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=3338190637122626860' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/3338190637122626860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/3338190637122626860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/04/101-survival-tips-in-matriks.html' title='101: Survival Tips in Matriks'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-7626820958314754142</id><published>2009-04-22T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:34:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I....</title><content type='html'>I hate the way that you still have the effects on me that managed to get me all drooling and such although I tried to campak the image of you jauh-jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I still couldn't blame anyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I don't know whether I have tried to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact I am still stuck on you after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I still remember vividly all the tiny details about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I go sewel everytime I hear anyone's mentioning your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I will compare almost everyone that I met to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm being sappy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I still go all drools when I saw your name just now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm actually typing about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry about the hate-hate word. I do have to emphasize that I'm not a hater at all actually. I just don't know whether I'm running away from the reality or I'm trying to wake myself up to face the reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: haha, korang faham ke apa aku merapik kat atas. ahah. mah, peeka, i need you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: shafiq, baik kau jawab exam kau betul-betul! ingat deal kita. and lepas habis exam, cepat balik melaka, banyak benda aku nak tuntut neh. ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be posting more. toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-7626820958314754142?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/7626820958314754142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=7626820958314754142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/7626820958314754142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/7626820958314754142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/04/i.html' title='I....'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-3390329140059072346</id><published>2009-04-21T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:36:58.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clicks, pings, and pain.</title><content type='html'>hee. &lt;br /&gt;I got the "clicks, pings, and pain" quote from this one book that i have finished reading just now.&lt;br /&gt;tentang dhiya by syud. &lt;br /&gt;awesome, awesome, awesome book, far from all those stereotype cintan-cintun, jiwang karat and tngkap leleh kind of book.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;just want to give a shout out to syafika and yasmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syafika,&lt;br /&gt;kau kejam! haha.&lt;br /&gt;takdalah, no offense peeka, i'm just being a bit bitchy sebab tak dapat jumpa kau masa aku dah nak balik dari kmm.&lt;br /&gt;aku tunggu kau satu jam, tunggu kau habis munshi, tapi kau tak muncul-muncul pun.&lt;br /&gt;kau tau tak aku dah menangis tersedu-sedu after aku memula call kau and dapat tahu kau dah takde, pegi munshi.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. i know i know, sgt sgt sgt sappy, but memang seriously sedih sgt sgt sebab tak dapat jumpa kau.&lt;br /&gt;nanti turunlah melaka! you are welcome to my house anytime :)&lt;br /&gt;p/s: peeka, apa cite kwn kau yg muka mcm fatah tu? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;p/s: peeka, drake bell hot kot. ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasmin,&lt;br /&gt;nanti da balik melaka bgtau aku ea! &lt;br /&gt;sgt sgt byk benda yang aku nak cite kat kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be posting more. toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-3390329140059072346?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/3390329140059072346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=3390329140059072346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/3390329140059072346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/3390329140059072346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/04/clicks-pings-and-pain.html' title='clicks, pings, and pain.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-328517114334623464</id><published>2009-04-20T05:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:54:04.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SeucX2t4UGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RWcaPtlaJb0/s1600-h/DSC02845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SeucX2t4UGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RWcaPtlaJb0/s320/DSC02845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326522917934616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SeucYAJIifI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HywnfXa0Cns/s1600-h/P3281290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SeucYAJIifI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HywnfXa0Cns/s320/P3281290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326522920464845298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afifah- hassrina - amira - fat- yam - kinah - peeka - mizah - cik nab - faezah aka opie - naimah - pooi san - akma - sing ling - kinah - elly - zati - tento - rayyan - anne - mek - fiq - yanie - terk - bibi - sharos - zaki - bad - john - najib - diyah - kak aty - eka - kak aa - ayu - aimi - aina - faz - nazirah - kak pah - anis - zaza - dayah - kila - shikin - ong - ceh yong - ming yee - ayie (budak mu. :P) - kasem - shafiq pecha - panjang - izzah - paan - asmah - nazmi - neb - mel - amni - uja - diyana - ain - farah - yusoff - amito - posh - munie (thanks sebb tegur! :D) - aiman - odah - wan muhammad zharif zafran (aku tak rasa kau ingat aku lagi, hahah) - fatin - fera - fairuz - madi kelantan - madi melaka - boney (sori wey, aku tak taw camana nak eja nama kau) - mas - ana (korang memang lawak la) - dan - zetty - teng - ana - zila - dora - hajatul - mimi - faeqah - leez - kucha - shafiq (wpun kita sbnarnya kenal start tuisyen ckg azam lg, tp aku start rapat dgn kau kat kmm, so kira you're my new friend in kmm la hehe) - min - bella - zawani - nabila angah - zakiah - seha - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, thank you and thank you and millionnnnssssss of thanks for making my life livelier in the dull place of kmm. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab to me, one of the things that can keep us alive in kmm is friends. and thanks to all of you, i have managed to hold up right until the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything that you guys have done! Thanks a million for all the memories! and keep in touch, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: okay, i really, really need to go sebab my head is throbbing, considering the fact that i didn't sleep since last morning. huuh. will be posting pictures more. &lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-328517114334623464?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/328517114334623464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=328517114334623464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/328517114334623464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/328517114334623464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-beginning.html' title='the end of the beginning'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SeucX2t4UGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RWcaPtlaJb0/s72-c/DSC02845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-3667237596316664256</id><published>2009-03-21T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:23:39.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to display</title><content type='html'>salam.&lt;br /&gt;haven't updated for agesssss.&lt;br /&gt;busy sgt 100x.&lt;br /&gt;final exam 13 april - 17 april.&lt;br /&gt;takut.&lt;br /&gt;and otak pun bercelaru.&lt;br /&gt;nak kuar!&lt;br /&gt;nak tenangkan fikiran,lari dari kenyataan seketika!&lt;br /&gt;tapi duet takdelah. :(&lt;br /&gt;siyes memang dah kering gile.&lt;br /&gt;semalam pergi atm ngan ten ten ngan ami ngan posh, &lt;br /&gt;but once again, that damn machine couldn't read my card. &lt;br /&gt;bengongla.&lt;br /&gt;nasib baik time tu mood tengah happy gile.&lt;br /&gt;terus takda feel nak mengamuk, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah pergi dp. dengan madi. jealousnyyaaaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risaulah. final tak lama lagi. &lt;br /&gt;lagi bape minggu je kot....&lt;br /&gt;but aku still boleh relax goyang2 bahu goyang2 hidung goyang2 kaki macam ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the main reason aku online adalah kerna aku nak mohon cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;aku nak mohon tesl. tesl oversea. mcm dulu2 aku mohon.&lt;br /&gt;tapi TAKDA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mana, mana TESL??? &lt;br /&gt;siyes sedih sgt2!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. &lt;br /&gt;in my last post, i have mentioned that one of the things that i have been dreaming to do is going to the beach with my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;and tercapai jugak harapanku itu! hehe&lt;br /&gt;went there last week, with another 4 of my classmates, and syafika.&lt;br /&gt;yeyey.&lt;br /&gt;it was superb fun with a capital F.&lt;br /&gt;because my classmates tu sangat2 bengong and sengal and kelakar nak mati.&lt;br /&gt;seminit duduk dengan dorang rasa macam nak pengsan tergolek2 ngan rasa macam nak hentak kepala kat dinding je dengar lawak dorang.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi rasa mcm bersalah lak en dengan syafika.&lt;br /&gt;sebab dia tengah frust.&lt;br /&gt;den dia sorang2 je tepi pantai.&lt;br /&gt;sorrrryyy syafika if aku ada ternaik suara kat kau, i'm really really sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy that everything's going on great between you and him&lt;br /&gt;finally ada jugak senyuman kebahagiaan di muka mu. ahahaha. yekksss. sappy gilleeee.&lt;br /&gt;tapi betul peeka, aku memang hepi kalau kau hepi.&lt;br /&gt;hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;blair and chuck moments betul2 buat aku rasa over the cloud 9.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;when it is regarding chuck, memang aku jadi sewel skit. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;even fan fiction about blair and chuck pun aku dah kuar drools and such. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final 13 april-17 april.&lt;br /&gt;saya kena buang semua buku VC Andrews dari hidup saya buat seketika.&lt;br /&gt;dan gantikannya dengan biology, maths, chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pray for our success.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to type.&lt;br /&gt;so i better log off.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be posting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-3667237596316664256?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/3667237596316664256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=3667237596316664256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/3667237596316664256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/3667237596316664256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-to-display.html' title='nothing to display'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-4092496053805976384</id><published>2009-03-08T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:05:55.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.58 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't slept at all ever since i woke up yesterday (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;buhsan. boring.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly, i'm going back to kmm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;tak bolehlah duduk lelama kat rumah. &lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to study. too many distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;to kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;1.4 flat. I'm dying for that kind of result. AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;2.Scholarships. Serious kalau boleh nak avoid from using my dad's money. i have so many younger brothers that needed money for their education as well.&lt;br /&gt;3.Rooftop Rant by Hlovate. I'm addicted to her karya. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;4.New cell. Sebab macam dah bosan dengan current phone. huuu. Astagha. tak bersyukur betul.&lt;br /&gt;5.I need to brush up my English ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;6.New lappy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;7.A trip to the beach with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;8.Driving license.&lt;br /&gt;9.The ability to cook.&lt;br /&gt;10.Continue writing my story. Dah lama diabaikan. Soorrrrrrryyyy my karya nukilan darling. ngeh3.&lt;br /&gt;11.tido. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;mengong la. kaki dah banyak kena gigit ngan nyamuk.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;roger and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-4092496053805976384?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/4092496053805976384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=4092496053805976384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/4092496053805976384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/4092496053805976384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-4600608376067774347</id><published>2009-03-07T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:32:17.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>utaraselatantimurbarat</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;Done some quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior. &lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;A part of it is true, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a day out with Fatimah today.&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a lecet-ed kaki.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;bengong la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai kot manusia keluar hari ni.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I have soft spots for bags. and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Have to make sure I am away from shopping malls for a month.&lt;br /&gt;A month. Only a month Qurratu. Then you can have all the freedom that you have longed for one year, since 12 May 2008. &lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching The Hills Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to watch TV like I used to for nearly a year siot. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik dapat copy season 1 and season 2 of Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Itupun, season 2 tak dapat habis. mengong. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried during the episode where Bart died.&lt;br /&gt;Bengong la. &lt;br /&gt;The Blair-Chuck scene. Before Chuck left.&lt;br /&gt;MENGONG PUNYE CHUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all those stupid games and chase, Blair had finally confessed.&lt;br /&gt;Those 3 words, 8 letters.&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why, WHY ON EARTH YOU IGNORED BLAIR????????????&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that scene got me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;Season 3 ntah pape.&lt;br /&gt;Dahlah semua cast baru kot.&lt;br /&gt;Tak best macam season 2 kot. ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do like drama.&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Beach, Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy....TV series semua berasaskan drammaaaa and complicated life.&lt;br /&gt;haiyak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nak tengok laguna beach. nak tengok gg. nak tengok GA. agaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roger and out&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-4600608376067774347?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/4600608376067774347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=4600608376067774347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/4600608376067774347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/4600608376067774347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/03/utaraselatantimurbarat.html' title='utaraselatantimurbarat'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-8765518175690269128</id><published>2009-03-06T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:12:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm having the maximum level of boredom</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh.&lt;br /&gt;Besok ada gig di aloha.&lt;br /&gt;X-gig di melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarikh: 7 Mac 2009 (Sabtu)&lt;br /&gt;Tempat: Aloha, Melaka&lt;br /&gt;Masa: 2 - 6 petang&lt;br /&gt;Band Indie: Bunkface, Pure Vibracion, Joanna &amp; Co, The Rhaman, Skudap-Skudip, Radio Flyer, Robot Asmara, Broken Riff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringin nak pergi actually.&lt;br /&gt;sebab nak rasa apa benda sebenarnya perasaan berada dalam situasi di mana orang semua berasak-asak. semua dengan tujuan yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Muzik.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, aku ni plak jenis yang suka dengar lagu sampai membingitkan telinga en.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;takpelah. tak payah pergi la kot.&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah dengar lagu jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. semalam hari khamis. ada experiment chem.&lt;br /&gt;the last chem for this semester. wait wait. correction. my last chemistry experiment in kmm.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;semalam ada terpecahkan test tube.&lt;br /&gt;hebat tak hebat tak.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya second sem ni kan, dah bape kali dah kot nama aku ni masuk buku rekod pecah radas tu.&lt;br /&gt;manipulative skill hampeh betul lah. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;kitorang kena letak 3 ml of 12M HCL ke dalam 5mL distilled water. dalam test tube. &lt;br /&gt;And since that HCL is seriously concentrated, kitorang kenalah buat dis procedure kat belakang lab, kat fume cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;We were lining up.&lt;br /&gt;And I was behind Fazlina.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to hold her test tube for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine : I'm wearing that super big + longgar glove. Holding 2 test tubes and 1 measuring cylinder in my left hand. With that hideous goggle covering my eyes. (Serously, goggles tu bapak buruk seh. Hahahahah. Dahlah everytime aku pakai goggles tu mesti berwap je, habis satu hapah pun aku tak nampak pape. ahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;Tengah-tengah pegang test tube Faz, tak sangka lak en boleh loosen my grip. tiba-tiba &lt;br /&gt;BUM! (or phusssh, or psheeeeshhh, haha, pape je lah sound effectnya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halemak.&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi ke aku pecahkan barang?&lt;br /&gt;Tetiba rasa bersalah lak kat Faz. SORI SANGAT2 FAZ!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuu.&lt;br /&gt;Masa sains informatik lak. &lt;br /&gt;hadeeeiiii.&lt;br /&gt;mencabar kesabaran betul lah.&lt;br /&gt;aku tang2 macam ni memanglah aku blur. sebab tak biasa practice kan benda ni.&lt;br /&gt;macam picnik en. aku bolehlah skit2 en sebab dah selalu buat.&lt;br /&gt;tapi benda2 mcm yang aku blaja dlm SI, manalah aku ada masa nak aplikasikan dan praktikkan tetiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;tu sebab macam blur semacam en masa buat SI.&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm the person who has the least patience in the world...&lt;br /&gt;sampai fiq pun dah fed up nak ajar.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah. &lt;br /&gt;sorry fiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadoi.&lt;br /&gt;PSPM lagi bape hari je kot.&lt;br /&gt;aku masih lagi dekat cloud 9.&lt;br /&gt;berangan ntah pape.&lt;br /&gt;haddooooiiii.&lt;br /&gt;bilelah aku nak insaf eak.&lt;br /&gt;risau dohhh. &lt;br /&gt;siyes aku cakap.&lt;br /&gt;risau giillleeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i'm worrying my head off lah.&lt;br /&gt;with the tutorials yang kena catch up..especially maths&lt;br /&gt;hadeeeiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;TOLONG. TOLONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : yuna best gile kot lagu-lagu dorang. contrary to what i have stated earlier that i love noisy songs. ahaha. she's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;HLOVATE RULES. I wanna buy her book, like seriously. My number 1 on my wishlist : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROOFTOP RANT BY HLOVATE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha, sesaje emphasize on the novel's title sebab nak orang belikan.ahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roger and out&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-8765518175690269128?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/8765518175690269128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=8765518175690269128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/8765518175690269128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/8765518175690269128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-having-maximum-level-of-boredom.html' title='i&apos;m having the maximum level of boredom'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-2322596981031548723</id><published>2009-02-28T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:28:31.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nafas sudah kembali dalam kadar yang normal, jalan pun dah cukup tanah</title><content type='html'>Location : home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;Date : 28/2/2009&lt;br /&gt;Time : 2056&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;yeehaaa! finally the weekend that i have been waiting and dying for.&lt;br /&gt;finally can give my precious brain some time from all those kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. for the past 2 weeks, my life had been this really, really, tense, full with excruciating pain and tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/2/2009.&lt;br /&gt;biology fair.&lt;br /&gt;i have been working my ass off for this bio fair thing.&lt;br /&gt;KOt.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;working with the guys from my class is really, really cool.&lt;br /&gt;they are really helpful, and their brains are superb as well, filled with all those sengal but brilliant ideas.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was perah-ing my otak to create the design of the flyer for our class.&lt;br /&gt;you know, so that we can put it up at every block, cafe, dewan kuliah, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;the bio fair thing is on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and on thursday night, at around 10.45-ish, I still couldn't find the perfect design for the flyer.&lt;br /&gt;then, Bad, Syafiq, Zaki and John came. I was asking their help for the flyer thing since Afiqah, Najib and I were totally clueless.&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ala, flyer ni kau buat merepek-repek pun takpe. asalkan dapat attract attention orang."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then orang lain sambung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kau buatlah power rangers ke, apa ke..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu lak en tengah nak bukak yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;walaupun internet maha lembab time tu, tapi terpaksa sabarkan diri and tunggu jelah all those images of power rangers pop out.&lt;br /&gt;Walla.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the Land of Power Rangers or something.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it, there are people that create their own power rangers???&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing our ass off as we were browsing through all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, power rangers are hysterically funny.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm a big fan of the original power rangers, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, after all those laughters yang menggegarkan depan library tuh, &lt;br /&gt;jumpa jugak satu gambar yang aku betul betul berkenan. &lt;br /&gt;again, we were laughing our asses off again as we see the ridiculously funny suites of the power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, have you guys seen a koala bear as a power ranger????&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing even more when Bad seemed to know it all about these power rangers stuff, and they were talking about how Najib could be the monster while Bad be the power rangers that killed the monster...ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are seriously, really, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: thank you guys for the idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the biology fair thing is ok. it was great actually although we didnt win anything. &lt;br /&gt;but the experience of speaking and talking about DNA Replication for 4 hours or so non stop to everyone is really priceless.&lt;br /&gt;i even told Ayu, that if i couldn't get an A for this topic, i would be speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine telling the same story over and over again for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten myself a sore throat as well. ahaha. yeah. Imagine you have to yell over the noise of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was actually super, super fun!&lt;br /&gt;fun with a capital F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i want to type more about our marching competition.&lt;br /&gt;but i have been running out of words lah.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll type more about it in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;i think i better log off now.&lt;br /&gt;my back has been hurting la.&lt;br /&gt;tak hilang2 sakit neh.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow.&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-2322596981031548723?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/2322596981031548723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=2322596981031548723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2322596981031548723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2322596981031548723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/02/nafas-sudah-kembali-dalam-kadar-yang.html' title='nafas sudah kembali dalam kadar yang normal, jalan pun dah cukup tanah'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-6642488286924756329</id><published>2009-02-15T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:01:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nafas tersekat-sekat, berjalan tak cukup tanah</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;How long haven't I updated my blog?&lt;br /&gt;forty years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 weeks, my life was soooooooo freaking hectic!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I could feel that I was walking or doing things subconsciously. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;penatlah.&lt;br /&gt;with the bio fare thing.&lt;br /&gt;and kawad kaki competition coming up like in next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;then nak kena siapkan report lagik. &lt;br /&gt;nak kena catch up dengan study lagik.&lt;br /&gt;i have a chemistry quiz waiting for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i have been emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it started when my dad called me and informed me that i may not be able to mohon for that dentistry-in-indonesia thing.&lt;br /&gt;and the chances of me not getting to study in dentistry.&lt;br /&gt;he told me that i have to accept the reality...and stuff that if i'm going to repeat it here, it will make me become emotionally unstable again...&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i sound like orang tak betul lak en.&lt;br /&gt;after that, with some more incidents happened to me before, i have become numb.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, you couldn't feel anything. you couldnt even think. You just go...blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically I'm happy, but emotionally? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday my mom came to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;and my roommate said i look different. happier she meant.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess your parents are the best person to turn to whenever you're having an emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;ngeh2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari jumaat hari tu sms timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mah, kau ada kat bilik tak lepas pukul 12?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pukul 2 ada sesi fotografi. 2 setengah ada discussion."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh. baru ingat nak buat sesi mengs kat kau sat. huhu."&lt;br /&gt;"Dtg ar bilik aku. aku pun nak ngs gak sebenarnya"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun dengan gembiranya pergi ke bilik timah lepas makan.&lt;br /&gt;masuk2 jek bilik timah,terus meluru ke katil and amik that one whole packet full of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;Mah gelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kau sorang je taw yang makan benda tu kat bilik aku neh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku senyum je lah. ahaha. sebab sweets tu memang sedap en.&lt;br /&gt;sambil makan, tanya mah what is actually her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aku sakit perut sebenarnya."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURANG HASAM KAMU TIMAH!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punye cuaklah aku ingatkan gaduh dengan madi ke, hapa ke.&lt;br /&gt;rupa-rupanya sakit perut.&lt;br /&gt;bertuah punya kawan.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timah, nak jenjalan dengan kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pagi tadik bangun.&lt;br /&gt;semayang subuh.&lt;br /&gt;den pergi jog.&lt;br /&gt;memula ingat nak jog kat depan, kat padang besar tu.&lt;br /&gt;tapi rasa macam malas plak en.&lt;br /&gt;and besides the fact that cuaca kat bukit belakang b5 tu mcm best and windy and penuh ngan kabus...&lt;br /&gt;mcm meng-invite kitorang pergi jog kat situ jek.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;as usual. &lt;br /&gt;after jog mesti ada sesi fotografi.&lt;br /&gt;sesorang dok jadi photographer tak bertauliah tadik.ngeh2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEYE DAH DAPAT SEASON 1 AND SEASON 2 GOSSIP GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;HEPI GILE DOHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi sebulan je kan. so i have to cherish every moment i have here.&lt;br /&gt;brace myself and face it without any complaints or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;sebab benda macam ni berlaku sekali jek seumur hidup.&lt;br /&gt;dah besar nanti susah nak ada dlm situasi mcm ni lagik.&lt;br /&gt;pergi kelas, balik kelas, pergi makan, pergi unit, pergi lepak depan lib, pergi kafe, outing sesama, buat heart-to-heart talk at times.&lt;br /&gt;benda ni sume dah jadi macam asam garam life aku kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;sebelum aku terus merapik ala-ala dr.phil punya intern kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;it's better for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;aku pun dah penat nak duk kat library ni.&lt;br /&gt;lagipun azan zuhur dah berkumandang..&lt;br /&gt;sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i better end this little chapter of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-6642488286924756329?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/6642488286924756329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=6642488286924756329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/6642488286924756329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/6642488286924756329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/02/nafas-tersekat-sekat-berjalan-tak-cukup.html' title='nafas tersekat-sekat, berjalan tak cukup tanah'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-8481669653387219391</id><published>2009-01-25T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:16:40.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Statement of Reality</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;this evening was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;after taking my evening nap (yeah, sue me, i can only have my evening nap when i'm back in home), I joined my bro to watch tv. My youngest bro was watching Dragon Ball, I'm not one of those person who watches it. I dunno, apparently, I don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;so, I decided to switch Dragon Ball to Michael Jackson's DVD. &lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of his songs.&lt;br /&gt;His songs are super catchy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I like that kind of songs. Catchy, fast beat, music that we can dance or bop our head to. &lt;br /&gt;We were laughing our asses off as we were watching the DVD, and as soon as the video Thriller came up, we were running off from the room.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;that video creeps me out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to play badminton. but due to the windy weather, &lt;br /&gt;not much luck  in playing it well though.&lt;br /&gt;then my mom went rummaging through the store, because apparently she thinks it will be perfect if we play layang-layang.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to agree with her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a satisfaction those layang-layang soaring up high. &lt;br /&gt;i guess that's how we felt if we are able to achieve what we wanted, right?&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't prim and proper. &lt;br /&gt;If you think that I'm one of those who will do everything in an ayu way,&lt;br /&gt;sorry buddy, but you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma had reminded me millions of time to be a lil bit more, err, ladylike?&lt;br /&gt;tapi susahlah!&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm this type of "hu-ha hu-ha" person,&lt;br /&gt;that you can see laughing my ass off everyday&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm with my family.&lt;br /&gt;They truly brings light into my life :D&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam tadik.&lt;br /&gt;it feels really, really good to have my family members berkumpul and having fun tadik&lt;br /&gt;sebab susah kan to see everyone now.&lt;br /&gt;you know, since i'm away in londang, and my third bro in selandar,&lt;br /&gt;it's quite hard. &lt;br /&gt;so it really feels good when everyone is back. ngee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely digging for Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I am so ketinggalan. &lt;br /&gt;Waaarggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's 25th Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Indicates that my late aunt had passed away for a year. :(&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting more&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-8481669653387219391?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/8481669653387219391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=8481669653387219391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/8481669653387219391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/8481669653387219391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/01/statement-of-reality.html' title='The Statement of Reality'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-11647764555680445</id><published>2009-01-24T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:40:30.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Weeee.&lt;br /&gt;i am having this maximum level of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. &lt;br /&gt;fanfiction.net is one of the best websites ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious la wei.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.fanfiction.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-11647764555680445?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/11647764555680445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=11647764555680445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/11647764555680445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/11647764555680445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-7844164867464139203</id><published>2009-01-03T13:54:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:38:38.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009, Goodbye 2008</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum everyone! Brace yourself for the longest post ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV7_-MOPNTI/AAAAAAAAACc/zy4N3mHEylY/s1600-h/dayot+and+i!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV7_-MOPNTI/AAAAAAAAACc/zy4N3mHEylY/s320/dayot+and+i!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286944456477455666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dayah and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV7_Z6eJPQI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1t-r8Yp_EQ/s1600-h/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV7_Z6eJPQI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1t-r8Yp_EQ/s320/Picture+179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286943833237044482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, Dayah, Wei Ting, May Ling, Xue Yin, Jahizah&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8HBsaWI0I/AAAAAAAAACk/fOPGFdSdjeU/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8HBsaWI0I/AAAAAAAAACk/fOPGFdSdjeU/s320/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286952213239178050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mun, Syafiqah, Our BM teacher, Dayah, me, Intan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8HeAr7txI/AAAAAAAAACs/UnSjAzN2YEg/s1600-h/tmah,me,ena,jia+yi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8HeAr7txI/AAAAAAAAACs/UnSjAzN2YEg/s320/tmah,me,ena,jia+yi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286952699717990162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Timah, Me, Aina, Jia Yi&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8IrjX-RCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ujPnqX2Fgc/s1600-h/me+n+friends4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8IrjX-RCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1ujPnqX2Fgc/s320/me+n+friends4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286954031879439394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kinah, Shahira, Timah, Liana, Me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8JpcEsrII/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiXXi8psq5s/s1600-h/me+n+friends2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8JpcEsrII/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiXXi8psq5s/s320/me+n+friends2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286955095071435906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(From behind)Me, Mun, Shahira, Syuhada, Farahin, Zalika, Falihin, Aina, Timah, Puteri&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8KKxuEl3I/AAAAAAAAADE/JqUe4O_oxLI/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8KKxuEl3I/AAAAAAAAADE/JqUe4O_oxLI/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286955667817797490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fad and Me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8KxSUvJhI/AAAAAAAAADM/YAH_VceQgu8/s1600-h/me,+oxy,+jo,+mei+chee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8KxSUvJhI/AAAAAAAAADM/YAH_VceQgu8/s320/me,+oxy,+jo,+mei+chee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286956329404933650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kinah, Timah, Me, Xue Yin&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days, where we were complaining how uncool it is to wear those white tudung, white baju kurung, and turquoise kain baju kurung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where we were always grumbling what a nuisance it is to wear all those nametags and ribbons and ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where we will stayback at school until 5 in the evening, for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where we will be having our own sweet time at the back of the class (particularly, Farahin’s and Aina’s desks), talking pointlessly, gossiping, talking about studies, doing our homework together, laughing our asses off, disturbing the peacefulness of the class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where the students will be having frowns on their faces while yelling, “Weh, I borrow your Add Maths book eh!” or “Ying Huey, can I pass up this book by myself?” or “After you copy, my turn ea,” Hahaha. To simplify it, gone were the days where the completed Add Maths assignment being passed around the class before passing up those assignments to teacher. Hahahha. I bet our Add Maths teacher is having an easy time to go through our assignments. Yelah, all of them were just bloody the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where students will be gossiping during recess at the tangga beside 5k1…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where we will be lying down on the floor while lepaking in LKC Hall and SPBT room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days where a student with the name of QURRATU’AINI being bullied by her classmates, ESPECIALLY, Tan Wei Ting, Wendy Lee, R.Shakinah, Ong Xue Yin, Thong Xue Lin, Goh Jia Yi….Oh my god, this particular student with the name of Qurratu’aini is seriously missing the old times la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with the bunch of 5k1 for 5 years, since 2003 until 2007. I have been with them through everything, and although I know that many people out there tend to see us as this annoyingly, stuck up, snobbish, arrogant, ignorant, persons who did not practice the values of friendship, I still love my classmates to death. I do admit that there were some cliques here and there in my class, but hey, it’s normal, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is, no matter whether you’re having your own clique, no matter whether you are the most popular girl in the school, if you can blend with the others, if you can participate more in your class, if you’re in good terms in everybody in your class, then that’s good enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them la weh. Missing them like orang gilak already. I remember Kementerian Orang-orang Sewel Sedunia was built while we were in Form 4K1. The president of the club, none other than our Miss Tan Wei Ting. Hehe. I don’t remember much about it, but I do remember that Dayah, Xue Yin, Yu Tian, Me, Shakinah were in the Kementerian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do remember there was once, entah kenapa dengan Dayah, dia pergi menulis pasal misi dan visi, objektif, kementerian tu kat papan hitam…penuh ohh papan hitam tu! Memang sah Dayah tengah takda kerja time tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee. Rindunyaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition. Tuition is a really popular trend among the students in Malaysia, especially for those who are taking big examination like PMR and SPM. And yes, I am one of those who went to tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak banyaklah. Just amik for 4 subjects. Maths, Add Maths, Sejarah, BM. I love going to these tuitions! I went to Cikgu Omar for Sejarah and BM. Thank goodness my friends went there too, Fad, Zety and Adibah. Adibah! My long lost friend! Hehe. Tuition is also a place yang boleh buat jejak kasih la, seriously. Ngee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths and Add Maths tuition is one of the best things that happened ohh! Hehe. Really close, and Cikgu Azam is one of the person that will keep track of you wherever you go. Thanks to him, I have managed to score distinction for my Add Maths and Maths during SPM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cikgu Azam, thank you for all the confidence that you have in me, for all the while, until now. Even me myself, do not have that much confidence. Thank you that even I did badly during my UPS1, but you still give me some hopes and confidence to go through whatever may come next. It’s not exaggerating to say that you’re like a part of the ‘rocks’ of my life that will always support me through whatever, besides my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorable Evens in 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January : My late aunt passed away unexpectedly on my father’s birthday. It was not expected at all, and I still have difficulties to really register it in my mind until now. I had also started working at Parkson, Mahkota Parade. The place where everyone goes to. Ngee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February : Successful in surviving the first month of working in Parkson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March : SPM result. All I could say, ALHAMDULILLAH. I didn’t expect it at all, and when I saw my result, I was crying because I am too terharu already. I was also so freaking happy when I saw the result for my Add Maths and my English O Level. If I can put up a smile on my father’s and my mother’s faces, I am already grateful and happy enough. Still successful in surviving the second month of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April : Threw a surprise birthday party for a friend of mine. I was freaking worried it’s not being carried out greatly, but it turns out well. I have the chance to meet our infamous astronaut, Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor. And I am still successful in surviving the third month of working, but I have stopped working during middle of April. From working, I  have been taught to communicate with everyone around me, regardless of their gender and age, and I am definitely more confident now. Thanks Parkson! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May : 5 May 2008. My first ever interview. TESL. And Alhamdulillah, aku dapat peluang untuk sambung pelajaran dalam bidang TESL. Cuma aku tak terima je tawaran tu…Hati aku betul-betul kuat kat matriks. Ngee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 May 2008. Pendaftaran untuk kemasukan 2008/2009 di Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka. This is where my life had started to evolve. This is the point where I had started to discover new things about myself. This is the point where I have to become this Miss Independent. This is the point where I think that Matriks is one of the best things that happened to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June – October : Successful in surviving in the first semester in Matriks. Have sat for PSPM 1, and I have managed to meet the another Qurratu. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November : Have entered second semester! Unofficially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December : Kenakan Terk sempena birthday dia! Hahahhaa. Although I was having demam that time. The next day, result kuar! Huuuu. Alhamdulillah. Again, I was crying because I couldn’t believe that I could get that kind of result. ALHAMDULILLAH.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tributes To the “Somebody” that I Miss in My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8Ld_iccjI/AAAAAAAAADU/TQXuWPdSMiA/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8Ld_iccjI/AAAAAAAAADU/TQXuWPdSMiA/s320/edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286957097456267826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dayah,&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak ucapkan terima kasih banyak-banyak kat kau,&lt;br /&gt;Sebab selama 6 tahun kita berkawan, &lt;br /&gt;Banyak benda yang aku belajar dari kau&lt;br /&gt;Banyak benda gila yang aku buat dengan kau&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa meronda ke MC sehelai sepinggang at the spur of the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa kita nangis kat tangga sama-sama?&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa all those “Oh My God!”s that were uttered by us whenever we’re having our chit chat moments?&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa the time yang kau purposely tinggalkan aku dan your cousin kat seleria? (seriously dayah, “nak cari tisu” is like the lamest excuse ever)&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa bila kau kasi sms all out of sudden kat aku, saying that kau rindu banget kat aku?&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa bila kau ajak aku lepak rumah kau time cuti hari tu?&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa yang kau tunaikan janji kau untuk berikan aku hadiah hari raya? (Although I really have to say I’m really sorry if it’s bothering you or making you uncomfortable. He’s a bit uncomfortable, I can tell ya)&lt;br /&gt;Siapa boleh lupa, kaulah teman aku whenever aku balik lambat dari MP.&lt;br /&gt;Dayah, aku rindu gile kat kau!&lt;br /&gt;And aku ingat lagi apa yang kau bagitau aku, time kita nangis sama-sama tu…&lt;br /&gt;Kau cakap kau bangga dengan aku, sebab aku pernah cakap yang you guys will see a new Qurratu masa form 5…Kau cakap, based on what I have said, aku tak mudah jealous tengok orang lain berjaya, instead, aku nak jadi macam dorang. Bukannya mengumpat that successful person or anything.&lt;br /&gt;And aku really appreciate apa yang kau cakap tu Dayah.&lt;br /&gt;Sebab…entahla. Bagi aku, aku tak pernah dan sangat-sangat, sangat jarang menerima pujian yang sangat ikhlas…Dan bila aku dengar that compliment from you, I feel so appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu apa aku fikir?&lt;br /&gt;Aku fikir, wow, for once, I have a good quality in someone’s eye?&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu kan, aku ni walaupun nampak hu-ha hu-ha macam ni, tapi rasa inferior aku tu tinggi jugak ohh…&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Kaulah teman suka duka aku. Kaulah teman time aku datang mood gile-gile tu. Kaulah teman “Oh My God!” aku. Kaulah teman lepak aku. &lt;br /&gt;Aku mintak maaf atas segala kesilapan yang aku pernah buat kat kau, baik yang tersembunyi atau pun yang zahir, baik secara sengaja atau tidak disengajakan,&lt;br /&gt;Dan setiap tindakan yang aku buat tu, aku ada alasan aku tersendiri..&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, aku nak kau tahu, yang aku harap sangat kita akan kekal berkawan sampai bila-bila! &lt;br /&gt;Nanti time kau kahwin, make sure yang kau jemput aku. Kalau tak, aku akan hunt you down and kick your ass off. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Just joking la weh!&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Forever!Syg kau sgt!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8MAVLCnWI/AAAAAAAAADc/V1kSCJovyvo/s1600-h/me+n+fatimah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8MAVLCnWI/AAAAAAAAADc/V1kSCJovyvo/s320/me+n+fatimah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286957687379238242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Timah, &lt;br /&gt;For 8 years we have known each other, &lt;br /&gt;Dah terlalu banyak benda yang kita sama-sama tempuhi&lt;br /&gt;Dah terlalu banyak benda yang menguji kita&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You’re one of the people yang bila kita gaduh, we will only take a day untuk berbaik semula&lt;br /&gt;Ngee&lt;br /&gt;You are also another person that I will turn to whenever I am facing problems&lt;br /&gt;Dari benda kecik sampailah benda besar&lt;br /&gt;Dari benda yang remeh temeh sampailah benda yang super duper serious luar alam punya hal&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Jap ea.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pernah sanggup pergi bilik kau semata-mata nak komplain kat kau pasal benda yg remeh temeh.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau pulak pernah telefon pagi-pagi buta, menangis kat aku, pasal UPU.&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku pernah cite kat kau pasal guys yang bikin hati aku panas.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau pulak bagitau aku memula pasal ke-janda-an kau.&lt;br /&gt;Semalam, 2/12/2009, ada reunion budak MGSS! Ngee. Reunion di perhimpunan pelajar. First, taking pics with you, Mun dan Jahizah. Taking pictures di tangga batu caves tu haa. Hehe. Then, berbual dengan Timah sambil duduk kat tangga batu caves tu. Then duduk depan library together with Mun sambil catching up on our life stories. Updates kawan-kawanku. Hehe. Then pergi kafe dengan Timah. Hahaha. Satu petang bersama timah. Ngee.&lt;br /&gt;Kau memang seriously teman lepak aku dan teman makan aku. Haha. Not to mention, teman SELENGAN. Ahahha. Welcome abroad to the club, Timah.&lt;br /&gt;Ngee.&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa kelakar lak ari tuh tetiba ada pula sesi “confession” tak pasal-pasal. &lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Sebab bab confess meng-confess agak bizarre kalau kita buat. &lt;br /&gt;Ngee.&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever homie! My teman lepak, teman selengan, teman merapik bersama-sama, teman makan, teman mencurahkan segala masalah yang melanda…wee! Love ya!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8Nt4HqNEI/AAAAAAAAADk/_PRo8GTm_iI/s1600-h/DSC00650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV8Nt4HqNEI/AAAAAAAAADk/_PRo8GTm_iI/s320/DSC00650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286959569366037570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We have definitely been through thick and thin for 8 months living together&lt;br /&gt;I thank to God that I have roommates like you guys&lt;br /&gt;You guys have brought the best in me&lt;br /&gt;We will always support each other no matter what&lt;br /&gt;You guys will always be there to tell me what’s wrong with whatever I’m doing&lt;br /&gt;You guys show me the sincerity, honesty, genuiness, of yourselves&lt;br /&gt;I’m really proud to have you guys as my roommates&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that happen&lt;br /&gt;I hope we will stay as friends forever&lt;br /&gt;Love you fellas!&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the tributes. To those yang terasa if their names are not here, do not worry. I still love all my friends to death. Especially to the whole bunch of 5k1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuih. Will be posting more. I'm excited for this 2009, and I hope I can enjoy and go through this year with full bliss! hehe. Hello 2009 baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: if you realize, i didn't mention my family in this post. It's not that I don't treasure them, but my family's position as the estrella of mine is unquestionable. ngee.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-7844164867464139203?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/7844164867464139203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=7844164867464139203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/7844164867464139203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/7844164867464139203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009-goodbye-2008.html' title='Hello 2009, Goodbye 2008'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/SV7_-MOPNTI/AAAAAAAAACc/zy4N3mHEylY/s72-c/dayot+and+i!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-2116660421183308057</id><published>2008-12-27T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:43:58.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Go Down the Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, currently i'm having 5 days holiday. And miraculously, i have managed to bring myself to study maths yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, maths semester 2 is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay freaking hard than the first sem. &lt;br /&gt;Makes me think, kenapalah aku ni tak belajar betul2 time sem 1.&lt;br /&gt;huaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;no point regretting it qurratu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS is just around the corne. i have around 2 weeks to prepare for this big mid semester examination. Aiyoh, i dont want to repeat the past, where i flunked my first semester UPS. gile ar. kerja gila. &lt;br /&gt;I know i can do this. I know i can achieve higher than i usually get. Just that...if only i'm not a lazy-ass i used to be....maybe what i have dream for eversince i was in form 4 would be in my hand...uuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I was browsing school pictures of a junior of mine. (Junior ke? Juniorlah sangat. Padahal umur sama je. Hanya sebab aku lompat dan one batch ahead of her, adakah itu melayakkan aku untuk menjadi seorang senior?)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i am going down the memory lane. Again. Rindunya time dulu-dulu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu-dulu, memang budak paling nakal la kat dalam kelas 4k1 and 5k1 tu. hehe. kaki tak buat kerja rumah? geng aku. kaki tak pay attention dalam kelas? geng aku. kaki tiru kerja rumah? geng aku. kaki suka main-main dlm kelas bio? geng aku. kaki lepak? geng aku. kaki ponteng kelas? geng aku. kaki buat bising dalam kelas? geng aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah. nakalnya aku time sekolah dulu! tapi alhamdulillah, senakal-nakal kitorang, tak pernahlah kitorang buat dan bawak masalah kat sekolah and kelas kitorang...dan maybe alhamdulillah kitorang takdalh nak menjatuhkan reputasi kelas dan sekolah kitorang (maybe).. dan alhamdulillah, senakal-nakal kitorang, result SPM kitorang semua alhamdulillah, semua bagus...alhamdulillah. Itu je yang mampu aku cakap. Dah rezeki kitorang agaknya...and masing-masing pun dapat peluang untuk sambung belajar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah aku kenalkan my clique of 5k1 dulu ye..&lt;br /&gt;a) Nur Aina aka Aina aka Not not- paling serious di antara kami semua. Paling pengemas di antara kami semua. Mejanya yang paling kosong di antara kami berempat. Hihi. Boleh tahan garang, boleh tahan kuat membebel (but seriously, siapa dalam geng kami yang tak kuat membebel? hehe), i can say that she is 90% to perfectionist. kalau tulis atas kertas yang takda garisan, dia akan guna pembaris beb! currently studying in form 6 in GBS, and she is the only malay girl there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Nurfarahin aka Farah- the only malay girl in our class that can understand and speak Mandarin FLUENTLY. Among us, she's the most quiet. She's gorgeous, petite and her look will make you turn your head twice to look at her. hehe. thats my opinion. Superb in maths, and whenever she's doing her work, she will give her 100% attention siot. However, you might need to know that she is the rule breaker among us. ehhe.  currently she's in matriks gambang, pahang, taking sains fizikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Nur Fatimah Mardiah aka Timah- ohh! kawanku sejak darjah 5, tetapi mula rapat since form 1. with her, we have been through thick and thin, up and down of our life and our friendship. Our parents have knew each other, her mom is like my mom's new best friend. eheh. i have to say that she's another person yang aku akan turn to everytime masalah aku datang melanda. daripada benda kecik sampailah benda besar..daripada masalah computer sampailah masalah result. hehe. i remember masa tu tengah havoc pasal result upu kuar. She phoned me early in the morning, crying, and telling me about the upu that she got. hee. sangat terharu. and i remember, i was doing english project with my classmates in matriks, and it was like, 12.a.m. Ye kawan-kawan, masa tu tengah midnight ye. The only person that i could think of is her. fatimah. So, aku pon pergilah ke blok dia (nasib baik blok dia depan blok aku) and mintak tolong tukarkan format document tu. Fatimah saved the day! yee-ha! memang seriously, jodoh aku dengan dia memang panjang kot. dari sekolah rendah, ke sekolah menengah,sampailah ke matriks, memang belajar tempat yang sama, dan amik course yang sama. Currently she's in matriks melaka, taking sains hayat. Just like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Me la wei. Siapa lagi? hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. i really, really miss time dolu-dolu. Hey MGSS-ians batch SPM 2007, bila maw buat reunion ni? Wei Ting! If you are reading this, bila maw buat reunion? I'm waiting and anticipating for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting more. So long.&lt;br /&gt;You dislike me? Sorry!I am just being myself, &lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-2116660421183308057?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/2116660421183308057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=2116660421183308057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2116660421183308057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2116660421183308057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-go-down-memory-lane.html' title='Lets Go Down the Memory Lane'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-671635355781999894</id><published>2008-12-09T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:42:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 17</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have turned 17 today! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;Finally sampai jugak umur 17 neh. &lt;br /&gt;itupun masih belum pass untuk tengok movie 18, bak kata terk.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;i have came to a conclusion that whenever i'm having holiday, i will be seriously hopeless in completing my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;tak sedar diri betul aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;dah masuk second sem la wei!&lt;br /&gt;ubahlah skit perangai.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. &lt;br /&gt;we have gotten our result for pspm 1.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;I thank Allah SWT for the result i got.&lt;br /&gt;Although it is not 4 flat..&lt;br /&gt;but still, now i am 90% to 98% sure where am i heading next with my pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka, I'm going to be with you until 19 april 2009! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. last friday, 5/12, i was really sad because i only got to know that one of my friends is leaving...&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq nak pergi perak...&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;gile sedih siot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kau dapat mana wei?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku dapat UiTM perak."&lt;br /&gt;"Laa! Tak dapatlah jumpa kau lepas ni!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh, seriously sedih gile!&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is, lately i havent seen him around matrix anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i thought he moved or something.&lt;br /&gt;then last monday or a few days before i saw him before going into english class.&lt;br /&gt;i saw him at tutor 1, talking with some of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;i was so freaking happy, because i think, "Okay, he didnt really move!"&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;my roommate is also moving.&lt;br /&gt;Waaa. &lt;br /&gt;Gile sedih wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the record, Hlovate's stories are seriously, superbly, freakingly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Reading her stories, brought me back to the memories that i have collected from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"secondary-school phase"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, but sometimes i wish i could turn back time and somehow make it more fun, more experiences that could be gained...&lt;br /&gt;but hey, without the mistakes that we have done, we could never learn anything now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 17...&lt;br /&gt;God, couldnt believe it that i have been breathing for 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast!&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened...&lt;br /&gt;and to be honest, i still find it hard to believe that i am actually studying in matrix.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, to be standing on my own feet, doing everything on my own..&lt;br /&gt;it's quite unbelievable for me to find out all the abilities that i have and all the things that i could do.&lt;br /&gt;if i just have confidence in myself and have this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i-dont-care-what-people-think-about-me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attitude.&lt;br /&gt;emm. the former i think i could do it, but the latter, i think i'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;i still couldnt delete this paranoid-ness of me.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Matriks is one place that had taught me alot.&lt;br /&gt;about life. friendship. study. independence. respect. taught me how to handle life. bravery. ways to face problems. &lt;br /&gt;and another important thing, it had taught me to be closer to my parents and most importantly, ALLAH SWT.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah i am still given the chance to change myself to be closer to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matriks is one of the best things that happened to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be posting more.&lt;br /&gt;besides this post, i'll post another chapter of my story that i am writing.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, &lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love saying this actually)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-671635355781999894?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/671635355781999894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=671635355781999894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/671635355781999894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/671635355781999894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-17.html' title='Sweet 17'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-5541623487048038934</id><published>2008-11-23T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:45:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes' Week, Really Hectic.</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, monday, 24th november 2008, i will be having a biology quiz and maybe, MAYBE, chemistry quiz too.&lt;br /&gt;our chemistry lecturer didnt give us any clue at all when is our quiz. &lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i manage to understand chemistry more than biology for this second semester, maths still in the first place for the ranking of the hardest subject to understand.&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that it was hard, the fact that i did not really pay 100 percent attention during lectures also did not help at all.&lt;br /&gt;So go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tutorial really helped a lot in overcoming my "not-understanding-maths-really-well" situation.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Ghani!&lt;br /&gt;My lecturers for this second semester, alhamdulillah, semuanya best belaka.&lt;br /&gt;sama macam semester 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bersyukur sangat-sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my vows, takkan sesekali ponteng kuliah selagi takde reason yang kukuh!&lt;br /&gt;tutorial and praktikum, ya ampun, takkan ponteng la.&lt;br /&gt;sesape yang buat camtuh, memang serius berani mati amik risiko yang sangat besar.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last weekend, i went to fifah's house.&lt;br /&gt;ada kenduri cukur jambul and kenduri arwah.&lt;br /&gt;seriusly, i have this longing to have children on my own.&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird tak if i'm talking about this stuff at the age of 17?&lt;br /&gt;huhuuh.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wanna be a mother who have seriously good-looking and comel children, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(AMIN!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give them the best education&lt;br /&gt;Provide them with great shelter and comfy clothes and good food&lt;br /&gt;well, that's everyone's dream right?&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i'm not sure whether i'm capable of being a good mother, a good parent.&lt;br /&gt;whoaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i have so many disadvantages, imperfection (is that a word or what??)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im not sure whether there are people out there who will accept me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;let me come clean about something.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like girls or gadis dolu2, where they know how to cook, they know how to bake, they know how to jahit baju, they know how to buat kerja rumah, or secara ringkasnya, they are the perfect example of a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"perfect-housewife"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;tak tawlah mana silapnya, its not that i dunno how to do buat kerja rumah (agak melampau yek kalau langsung tak taw buat kerja rumah, im not that teruk)&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that perfect.&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh!&lt;br /&gt;kalau nak dibandingkan dengan kawan2ku yang lain, daku sangat ketinggalan belakang.&lt;br /&gt;ohh.&lt;br /&gt;sedihnya, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have mentioned earlier that im not sure whether there is someone out there that will accepy my imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;i had heard of this one tazkirah that my jiran gave during al-mulk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hawa,&lt;br /&gt;Andai ditakdirkan tiada cinta daripada Adam untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah hanya cinta Allah SWT  memenuhi dan menyinari kekosongan jiwamu, &lt;br /&gt;biarlah hanya cinta daripada kedua ibu bapamu yang memberi hangat kebahagiaan buat dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah sekadar cinta adik beradik serta keluarga yang membahagiakan dirimu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tazkirah really affect me.&lt;br /&gt;i got to admit, &lt;br /&gt;i have been uh, hurt ke the right word? uhh. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;kenapalah aku kena dikelilingi oleh orang yang dilamun cinta?&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;apadaaa punye soalan.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i'm fed up or jealous or anything.&lt;br /&gt;cuma, terdetik di hati,&lt;br /&gt;bilakah dapatku merasa perasaan dan pengalaman sedemikian.&lt;br /&gt;and then i think about it again,&lt;br /&gt;i had rather not kot.&lt;br /&gt;biarlah takdir Tuhan yang menentukannya.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Aku MERAPIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes daku pelik, kenapa daku kena jadi dis really childish person&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dah penat jadi childish.&lt;br /&gt;dah penat dapat reaksi daripada orang yang tak interested layan bebudak childish.&lt;br /&gt;huish.&lt;br /&gt;and i am seriously tired and fed up of people yang ignore akuh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aku penat-penat kasi sms, miss call num dia, tak pernah berbalas!&lt;br /&gt;penat taw tak.&lt;br /&gt;it's like im the one who terhegeh-hegeh nak contact dorang, and they do not give a damn and do not even bother to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;like my mom said, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Tak payahlah kau nak jadi macam hidung tak mancung, pipi kau tersorong-sorong."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what mom?&lt;br /&gt;ure seriously right.&lt;br /&gt;AKU PENAT DAN FED UP!&lt;br /&gt;biar AR!&lt;br /&gt;tyme susah, tyme takda kawan, kau cari aku!&lt;br /&gt;tyme dah ada kawan, dah ada a new life, kawan lama sume lupa!&lt;br /&gt;its not that im being whiny or whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;bagi aku,&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt hurt if you just type,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sorry, aku bz."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt hurt kan?&lt;br /&gt;Jari kau tak sakit pun kan kalau menaip those three words, those 10 letters?&lt;br /&gt;aku betul-betul tak paham with this kind of manusia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-5541623487048038934?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/5541623487048038934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=5541623487048038934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/5541623487048038934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/5541623487048038934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizzes-week-really-hectic.html' title='Quizzes&apos; Week, Really Hectic.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-2918960090520251558</id><published>2008-11-06T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:11:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Things That I've Done.</title><content type='html'>Wee..&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded womanizer by britney.&lt;br /&gt;britney is seriously a genius in making a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;that song, is FREAKINGLY ADDICTIVE. &lt;br /&gt;Go on and impress me more, britney.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;so. &lt;br /&gt;according to the title of the blog today, what are the craziest things that i have ever done sepanjang aku hidup selama lebih dari satu dekad aku hidup?&lt;br /&gt;Drumrolls please..(not in order yerp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1.i was left at malacca alone because i was attending two of my friend's open houses when my whole family went to merlimau. after that, dayah and i decided to go to malacca central for no reason and the most fun part is we brought LITTLE money along. dayah ate kaya ball sampai the kaya dah terkeluar dari roti. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;2. ponteng kuliah 2 jam berturut-turut. ampun, aku taubat tak nak buat kerja gile ni lagik. takut tak berkat dot. SERIOUS AKU TAKKAN BUAT MACAM NI LAGIK! Sorry sgt2 lecturers ku. :(&lt;br /&gt;3. keluar 3 hari berturut-turut dan balik lewat. gile ar qurratu&lt;br /&gt;4. duduk kat tengah-tengah alam dekat dataran perdana sambil menyanyi. and then we came up with a name for our 'kugiran' - FaQuBiAsPee (gee, thanks peeka! haha)&lt;br /&gt;5. pergi times square theme park dari pukul 9 pagi sampai 9 malam dengan kazens&lt;br /&gt;6. duduk kat tengah-tengah alam of padang dekat dataran pahlawan sambil tangkap gambar&lt;br /&gt;7. finished reading the whole book of da vinci code while i'm supposed to study during study week&lt;br /&gt;8. hantar fiq tengah-tengah malam ke klinik&lt;br /&gt;9. lepas dapat spm result, me, fad, maria, aina and yam beramai-ramai ke rumah cikgu azam, and then ke mp. fad was the one who drove us. (waa, gua rindu sama lu la fad!)&lt;br /&gt;10. during eid mubarak a few years ago, my cousins and i sat behind the jeep while he drove us to the next relatives' houses. waaa. rindu gile time tuh.&lt;br /&gt;11. pukul 3.30 pagi turun untuk bersahur di kafe. we are the early birds there! for once, kafe b kosong.&lt;br /&gt;12. deleted this one folder that contains songs that i've downloaded dengan hasil titik peluh sendiri. waaaaaaaaaa. SADISNYA! Sekarang neh hanya dua lagu jek yang dok berdendang dari tadik, womanizer by britney ngan aku bukan untukmu by lah and zaf ve. itupun sebab baru download.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. couldnt think of any crazy things that i've done...huhu. maybe those that i have listed may not sound 'crazy enough' but for me, it is crazy..huhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i'm going back to KMM tomorrow! waa. one week of holiday is going to end in around another 24 hours. i had to roll up my sleeves and buckle up for this second semester. i have ran over the topics or the chapters that i'm going to study in 2nd sem. biology sounds seriously interesting to me. NO, i'M NOT KIDDING. With all the genetic stuff, mutation, and so on...haaa. it's going to be interesting. :)&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can make it until the end of semester 2. AMIN! I couldnt bare having to leave KMM. Huish. Selisih malaikat 44!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the story that i've written, i will update it from time to time. Comments are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am craving for &lt;strong&gt;GOSSIP GIRL &lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY.&lt;/strong&gt; sesiapa yang ada cite ni, tolonglah, tolonglah email kan kat aku.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE AND TQ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;(WAKAKAKAKA. BERANGAN NAK JADI GOSSIP GIRL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-2918960090520251558?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/2918960090520251558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=2918960090520251558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2918960090520251558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/2918960090520251558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-things-that-ive-done.html' title='Crazy Things That I&apos;ve Done.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-8751074964330985772</id><published>2008-11-05T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:32:55.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time.</title><content type='html'>Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;aku ada ini minat untuk menulis.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tak rasa aku ada bakat yang superb untuk menulis. &lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, im giving it a try, and walla! bawah ini adalah hasil nukilan aku.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! and comments are appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atirah Natalia binti Mohd Aidrus, a.k.a. Atirah ataupun At. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Johana binti Md. Adnan, a.k.a. Johana ataupun Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia Adilah binti Zainal, a.k.a. Opie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazril Arif bin Ariffin, a.k.a. Aril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Razizan bin Latif, a.k.a. Zizan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At. Jo. Opie. Aril. Zizan. Kesemua mereka ini amat berbeda antara satu sama lain. Kalau dilihat secara teliti antara mereka berlima ini, personaliti masing-masing sangat jauh perbezaannya bagaikan jauhnya Kutub Utara dan Kutub Selatan. Ataupun jauhnya Mexico di selatan Amerika dan Kanada yang nun di utara Amerika. Bukannya tiada persamaan, memang ada, tetapi memang banyak perbezaan mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, mereka masih lagi bersatu. Persahabatan mereka masih lagi utuh. Mungkin orang lain akan hairan, bagaimana lima orang ini boleh rapat antara satu sama lain walaupun perbezaan mereka itu. Tetapi, perbezaan mereka itulah yang menguatkan lagi persahabatan mereka. Bangun mereka bersama, jatuh juga bersama. Mereka selalu ada bersama-sama mengharungi perit-merih kehidupan sebagai pelajar-pelajar sekolah menengah dan juga sebagai remaja-remaja yang masing-masing cuba bergelut dengan perasaan dan hormon-hormon mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kelas 5K1, Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan (P) Methodist Melaka, ataupun lebih dikenali sebagai MGSS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Weh, nampak tak mana buku practical Fizik aku?” teriak Atirah sambil memeriksa begnya. Bila tiada respons daripada sesiapapun, Atirah mendengus dan mula memeriksa bawah mejanya pula. Apabila dia masih lagi tidak mendapat respons dari rakan sekelasnya dan tidak jumpa buku praktikal Fizik, dia menghempas mejanya dan separuh menjerit, “Habis aku kena marah dengan cikgu kang!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At, bukan ke buku tu kau dah pinjamkan kat Nadhira?” soal Lily, mengingatkan Atirah. Atirah berhenti memunggah barang-barangnya dan memandang tepat ke arah Lily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aku tak ingat pun,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kau makan apa last night ha? Bukan masa Maths tadi cikgu takde, then Dhira mintak buku kau nak tiru experiment last week, sebab dia tak datang. Eh kau ni peod ke? Dahlah pelupa, lepas tu mengamuk tak tentu pasal,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err…betul ea aku ada pinjamkan kat Dhira?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah Atirah Natalia binti Mohd Aidrus. Sangat mudah terikutkan perasaannya, terutamanya perasaan sedih dan marahnya. Seorang yang pelupa dan kadang-kadang boleh jadi agak kelam kabut. Apabila dia tidak berada dalam ‘moody days’ nya, dia merupakan seorang yang ceria. Kalau dalam bahasa Inggeris, dia seorang yang ‘bubbly’. Senang membuat orang tertawa dengan telatahnya yang kelakar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atirah juga mempunyai satu lagi personaliti. Dia boleh menjadi seorang yang pendiam dan serius apabila melakukan sesuatu. Kadang-kadang dia lebih suka memerhatikan orang-orang di sekelilingnya daripada berinteraksi dengan mereka semua. Dia juga seorang yang sempoi, minah trasher dan kadang-kadang ganas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kantin MGSS…&lt;br /&gt;“Hai kak Johana!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila Johana ditegur sebegitu, dia hanya mengeluh dan berpaling ke belakang sambil memaksa dirinya untuk bersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hai.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kak Johana jaga kantin ke hari ni?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aah.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saya tak pakai lencana hari nih.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa tak pakai dik? Kan ni peraturan sekolah…Adoi. Nanti bukan kau je susah, akak pun susah taw kena bising dengan Miss Tan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu pula ialah Johana. Sebenarnya, dia seorang pengawas sekolah MGSS. Amat popular dalam kalangan pelajar tingkatan satu hingga tingkatan tiga. Kadang-kadang, dia terasa terbeban apabila sering ditegur oleh mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang yang happy go lucky, agak feminine, kelakar, dan paling rapat dengan Atirah, memandangkan mereka satu kelas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kelas 5K4…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini salah satu hari terburuk dalam sejarah hidup Opie. Dahlah datang lambat, kena tahan dengan Uncle Viran dan pengawas tingkatan 4, kasut kena spray sebab pakai kasut Converse, kena marah dengan Miss Tan depan pengawas tadi, masuk kelas pulak waktu mata pelajaran Add Maths. Homework Add Maths tak siap lagi, malam tadi dia tertidur masa tengah buat Add Maths atas katil. Dahlah tak siap, tertinggal lagi atas katil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah-sudahnya,dia kena detention 2 jam dengan beloved Mr. Goh Tai Ping petang tu. Dia tahu mesti banyak budak kelasnya yang cemburu dengannya kerana dapat menghabiskan masa selama 2 jam dengan guru Add Maths tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Opie, pinjam buku Seni kau jap,”pinta Dhamira. Opie yang sedang bad mood itu mendengus dan menempelak, “Kau nampak tak apa aku tengah buat?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhamira yang terkejut dengan nada suara yang digunakan oleh Opie membalas, “Kau apahal Opie? Nak tengking aku tak kira tempat apsal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opie hanya diam. Dia tidak memberikan respons serta-merta. Dia tidak mempedulikan Dhamira tetapi hanya menumpukan perhatiannya kepada latihan Literature English yang baru sahaja diberikan oleh guru Bahasa Inggeris mereka. Dhamira pula hanya mampu mendengus dan blah dari situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah yang duduk di sebelah Opie, sedang menghadapi masalah dengan latihan Literature nya. Dia menolak bukunya kepada Opie dan bertanya, “Opie, kau tahu tak macam mana nak buat ni?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aku tak tahulah! Jangan kacau aku lagi boleh tak!” tengking Opie. Raut wajah Adibah berubah. Jelas dia terkilan kerana ditengking oleh Opie. Dia hanya menarik semula bukunya tanpa berkata apa-apapun. Dalam diam air matanya mula bergenang. Bukan sekali ni dia dimarah oleh Opie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opie yang baru tersedar akan kesilapannya,  cuba memujuk Adibah. “Dib, aku minta maaf wei. Aku…tengah bad mood tadi. Aku minta maaf Dibah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sudahlah Opie. Kau asyik nak marah orang je. Bila kau dah marah kat Dhamira, kau lepaskan marah kau kat aku. Aku bengang tau. Aku tak kuasa nak layan minah emosional macam kau. Asyik asyik aku yang kena tengking dengan kau. Dahlah, aku blah dulu,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini pula ialah Opie ataupun Sofia. Antara mereka berlima, dialah yang paling emosional dan sangat panas-baran. Dia juga akan melempiaskan marahnya dan kadang-kadang mereka berempat yang lain pun tidak tahu macam mana untuk menenangkan dirinya. Namun begitu, dia amat murah hati dan mudah memberikan pertolongan kepada sesiapapun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kantin sekolah Malacca High School ataupun lebih dikenali sebagai MHS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Weh, weh, kau cuba dengar lagu ni. Best siot,” kata Zizan kepada Aril yang sedang menghadap hidangan makanannya. Aril menjeling kepada Zizan dan membalas, “Kau nampak aku tengah buat apa, wahai Muhammad Razizan? Boleh tak jangan ganggu selera beta?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah kau. Makanlah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Band apa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Rhaman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lagu diorang boleh tahan sedap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bukan boleh tahan. Memang sedap pun,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shit! Aku baru teringatlah Zizan,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apa dia?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Petang ni aku ada tuisyen Fizik la. Sorry lah beb, aku tak dapat ikut kau pergi Rumbai.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aaklah…takpe ar macam tu. Weh jangan lupa bawak nota Kimia kau besok ea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ye, ye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka berdua pula ialah Hazril ataupun lebih senang dipanggil sebagai Aril dan Zizan. Mereka sekelas dalam sekolah yang sama. Seperti di atas, mereka berdua memang amat meminati muzik. Bahkan, mereka terfikir untuk menubuhkan sebuah band dan sedang berusaha untuk mencari pelajar-pelajar menyertai band mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun begitu, mereka bukanlah jenis yang endah tidak endah tentang pelajaran mereka dan sering memonteng pelajaran mereka. Bahkan, mereka amat tekun apabila belajar dan mereka berdua juga merupakan salah satu daripada pelajar yang cemerlang dalam sekolah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah At, Jo, Opie, Aril dan Zizan. Lima remaja ini apabila digabungkan ataupun ditemukan, dunia bagaikan terbalik dengan personaliti dan perangai masing-masing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun…satu peristiwa berlaku. Pertengkaran dan pertelingkahan berlaku. Kepercayaan dalam persahabatan yang dahulunya utuh itu semakin menipis. Masing-masing menyimpan 1001 rahsia. Adakah rahsia-rahsia tersebut mampu meruntuhkan persahabatan sejati mereka ini?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...how was it??&lt;br /&gt;ok tak?&lt;br /&gt;huhu. &lt;br /&gt;comments are appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-8751074964330985772?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/8751074964330985772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=8751074964330985772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/8751074964330985772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/8751074964330985772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-time.html' title='Story Time.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073340153673667006.post-7543703761718751690</id><published>2008-11-05T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:32:50.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kotak Hatiku.</title><content type='html'>hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;so, right now i'm totally in the holiday mode.&lt;br /&gt;i have not touched the muet book for once ever since holiday started last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;walawei!&lt;br /&gt;berani gile kau buat camni qurratu!&lt;br /&gt;adoi.&lt;br /&gt;ever since hols started, i have spent three days berturut-turut just for going out.&lt;br /&gt;i think mc and mp pon dah muak tengok muka aku.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;me myself dont even know why the heck did i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;br /&gt;sabtu, 1 november 2008.&lt;br /&gt;balik dari kolej. froggie fadh ngan peeka followed me back.&lt;br /&gt;sampai umah, tukar baju, then heading off to mp. &lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad dropped the three of us kat mc. &lt;br /&gt;from mc, naek bas panorama (i have always loved this bus, sebab bersih and sejuk huhu)&lt;br /&gt;heading off to mp...&lt;br /&gt;ohh no. sorry. heading off to dp because fad wanted to buy these one t-shirt at the lorong kecil in dp. hhuhu. the malaccans will understand kot what i'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;i bought one t-shirt and a striped sweater (i wore it in my display pic), and oh yea, also a pair of jeans, since i'm so tired of waiting for one from my parents. hehehe. oh yea! the highlight of the day, aku belanja peeka! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so long story short, fadh went back with her mom, and peeka and i went back by bus.&lt;br /&gt;END OF DAY ONE GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY TWO :&lt;br /&gt;sunday , 2nd november 2008.&lt;br /&gt;wake up in the morning quite late. &lt;br /&gt;after all those breakfast and stuff, and after sending my so called twin back, i have decided to go and visit my hot mak cik, dayah. (hehe. no offense eh dayah aku panggil kau macam tu?)&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to go and hang out at her house regarding to the maximum level of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;i have spent for about emm, 2 or 3 hours at her house. &lt;br /&gt;sempat makan lunch sekali.&lt;br /&gt;your mom did excellent with the nasi himpit, dayah. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea, your cousin is seriously cute. what's his name, hazim right?&lt;br /&gt;dayah, is like, so freaking gorgeous right now.&lt;br /&gt;i am this close to letting my jaws dropped the first time i saw her when she opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;ceit. dah kedengaran lain macam pulak eak.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;we talked non stop for hours.&lt;br /&gt;really envy her laptop, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;dayah looks like she's having a blast of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy for you mak cik! hikhik&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i decided to go back at around 4.30 or something..&lt;br /&gt;then my lovely, lovely mak cik dayah asked me to stay for a while because her cousin is coming.&lt;br /&gt;dayah, boleh faham tak yang aku tak nak jumpa dia?&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;okay..her cousin did come, and my lovely mak cik tak udah-udah nak jadi miss matchmaking.&lt;br /&gt;dayah, aku sayang kau and everything, but please...stop with the matchmaking ea?&lt;br /&gt;hehehehee.&lt;br /&gt;i have managed to go back, again, by walking.&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder why i did not lose even an ounce.&lt;br /&gt;gile stressful dot.&lt;br /&gt;END OF DAY TWO OF GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE: &lt;br /&gt;monday, 3rd november 2008.&lt;br /&gt;today's plan, going out with dayah, jahizah and timah.&lt;br /&gt;timah, dayah and i will tumpang jahizah. &lt;br /&gt;after waiting for jahizah for about...ermmm...an hour? she finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go to dp first.&lt;br /&gt;to book for tickets. &lt;br /&gt;timah had decided to watch max payne, me and jahizah wanted to watch hsm3, and dayah bought tickets to watch my best friend's girl.&lt;br /&gt;and i know this is going to sound totally random..but wheeeeeeee zac efron gila good-looking dot...ahhahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;timah had brought along her father's superb camera (i love holding that camera honestly and timah looks professional when she's holding it)&lt;br /&gt;so you know. me and my cam-whore nature&lt;br /&gt;poor timah, she took a lot of pictures of me and dayah&lt;br /&gt;but not much pictures of herself&lt;br /&gt;huhu&lt;br /&gt;dayah took a lot of lawa pics la dot!&lt;br /&gt;and me too. ahahaha. vain moment here.&lt;br /&gt;not much stuff we can do that day.&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason, my parents have decided that i can't go back too late that day.&lt;br /&gt;jahizah had left at 5.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;timah and i left for the bus at around 7.&lt;br /&gt;but we reached mc at eye-popping 8 pm. &lt;br /&gt;the bus started to jalan only at 8.15 pm around there.&lt;br /&gt;bayangkan, timah and i dah siap habiskan mcflurry dan air ribena.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya, sampai depan tengkera pukul 9 MALAM.&lt;br /&gt;pergi umah dayah untuk amik tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;dis mak cik of mine dah siap mandi.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i'm so finding a friend who can drive 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;END OF DAY THREE OF GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i have this erm, guilt feeling for dayah and her emm emm.&lt;br /&gt;dayah, you dont have to worry about anything, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine with it. &lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm happy for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;he's much, much better, 10000 million times better than beb la dayah.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;selamat berbahagia my lovely mak cik :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073340153673667006-7543703761718751690?l=qurratu-aini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/feeds/7543703761718751690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073340153673667006&amp;postID=7543703761718751690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/7543703761718751690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073340153673667006/posts/default/7543703761718751690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qurratu-aini.blogspot.com/2008/11/kotak-hatiku.html' title='Kotak Hatiku.'/><author><name>Qu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16735577812054647522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55pbhgiIo_0/S1b3_irBROI/AAAAAAAAAao/j3-lGC_UfXw/S220/ngeng.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
